"The age of the girl is kept secret, but can you tell me?"

"Hmm! Two, twenty-eight! ”

"Really?"

"Well, then, Saki! How old are you? "What's going on? What a shame! Unexpectedly, even speaking was so unstable, Wang Qi was annoyed in his heart.

"Just call me Mad Three!" Crazy San smiled elegantly, his voice was a little magnetic and charming, and every time he spoke, Wang Qi's heart trembled; "I'm sixteen!" Mad Three, eternally sixteen years old, with Rachel there, she is not old or dead.

"Oh! Ten, sixteen! Originally... Ga! "Wang Qi realized it later, and almost jumped up from the stone in shock;" What the! Only, only sixteen years old? ”

After getting the nod of the crazy three, Wang Qi was dizzy.

Her talent is very good, and she has been cultivating under her father's intentional cultivation since she was a child, the quenching period, the qi training period, the foundation building period, and the current Jindan period.

The resources and hard work required for a breakthrough in a small stage are not short, and the breakthrough in the big realm depends on chance.

Counting the physical training she has been doing since she was four years old, she has only reached the Jindan stage after so many years of cultivation, and the combat power of Mad San is much stronger than her, what's going on?

"Am I alive to be a dog?" Wang Qi said stupidly.

As the proud daughter of the young generation, one of the few geniuses in the sect who entered the Golden Pill before the age of thirty actually saw an even more exaggerated, sixteen-year-old super powerhouse! What is the cultivation of the crazy three, Wang Qi didn't know, and he didn't ask, but that is also conceivable.

"Hehehe!" couldn't help laughing, and Mad San touched Wang Qi's head; "No, how can a dog be so good-looking as you?"

Is this a compliment? Why can't Wang Qi be happy?

The two girls sat on the smooth stone not far from the stream, sitting side by side less than half a meter apart, and Crazy San was always looking for a topic, because if she didn't do this, Wang Qi didn't take the initiative to speak, and on such an occasion, it would be very embarrassing to be silent.

From Wang Qi's birth, growth, to hobbies, to cultivation problems, Wang Qi has performed some strange tasks.

After chatting like this, the atmosphere is getting better and better, and gradually, Wang Qi plucked up the courage and asked the mad three for the first time, they know the situation of the organization to carry out the mission, and this is something to say.

Crazy three pick out those special examples, there are evil cultivators who are full of evil, and there are also people who are famous and decent on the surface, but in fact, they have done a lot of bad things in secret, and they are unsightly to do.

The storytelling ability is enough, and Wang Qi is addicted to it, and sometimes scolds a few words angrily.

Hawkers! For this rather conservative era of cultivation, you can't expect how ugly the curses are.

"Damn it!"

"Kill a thousand knives!" That's it at most.

"Nasty!"

"It's so hateful!" It's still the case in normal times.

With the passage of time, Wang Qi's laughter slowly appeared, delicate, with a slight smile on her reddish face with some foundation, hugging her knees, turning her head sideways, and looking at the crazy three who were talking without blinking, telling her gonzo stories that she had never seen.

For Wang Qi, who has never been out of the Eastern Continent, the things of other continents can only be seen from books and materials, and there is a world of difference between the stories of personal experience like Crazy Three.

Kurumi is as white as pearl skin, black as the night, oblique bangs that cover his left eye, bright bloody clothes, blood skirts, and a pair of legs that are exposed because he sits down, black stockings.

The distance is so close, you can clearly see the little feet under the black silk, such an advanced dress, Wang Qi's heartbeat is uncontrollably accelerated, she wants to hold back and not look at it, afraid of being ugly, afraid of showing something unbearable, but her eyes always fall uncontrollably.

When Wang Qi didn't even notice it, she had already firmly engraved the appearance of Mad San in her heart, starting from her hair and going down to her toes, eyelashes, cherry blossom-like mouth, and white teeth that she could see when she spoke.

No matter how you look at it, Crazy San's score in Wang Qi's heart is soaring at a stable and exaggerated speed, if Crazy San didn't have been so light on her before, then Wang Qi's feelings for Crazy San are jealousy, hate, and thinking about the law to destroy.

Since the indifferent treatment of Crazy San that night took all her advantage, Wang Qi's heart no longer belongs to her, but falls on Crazy Three, which is something that even she can't think of.

The chat between the two people, if one of them is absent-minded and perfunctory, then there is no need to continue at all, and there is no such thing as Crazy San and Wang Qi here.

First of all, Wang Qi deliberately wanted to get close to the crazy three, and wanted to contact the crazy three, and the crazy three, with Rachel as the leader, was to tease the girl, scatter his heart, and relax his mood.

The subjective direction of the two women can be said to be the same, belonging to the kind that hits it off, in this case, the atmosphere is not good.

Kurumi's hand unconsciously leaned lightly on Wang Qi's hand.

In the process of speaking, he has been maintaining a posture that is also very stiff, Wang Qi is now sitting cross-legged, with his hands propped up at his sides, and his palms stretched out and pressed on the stones under him.

Crazy San didn't press all his hands up, but the fingertips of his little thumb touched Wang Qi's fingers, that's all, but the effect caused was no less than a twelve-magnitude earthquake, and the occurrence of this earthquake was in Wang Qi's heart.

Kurumi didn't show any abnormality, still talking and laughing, Wang Qi was a little wrong-minded, his eyes always fell on his hand intentionally or unintentionally, and his body stiffened and didn't dare to move, under such attention, she watched as Mad San's hand was gently raised, moved a little distance to her side, and then fell, pressing on her hand impartially.

Crazy San's palm was tightly covered on the back of her hand, and at that moment, Wang Qi's heart was beating like thunder, and she couldn't stop bangbang, and there seemed to be two rich red glows on her cheeks that couldn't be hidden, and she didn't know what to do or how to react, so she could only stiffen her body and sit here motionless.

Obviously Kurumi didn't do anything, he just covered his hand, but why, why did he feel this way?

Kurumi's fingers seemed to be playing the piano, and he lifted it lightly, leaving a series of itchy touches on the back of Wang Qi's hand that she couldn't bear.

I never thought that just touching my hand would be so exciting, my heart never stopped, and there was a tendency to continue to rise and accelerate.

The fact is that the degree of concern for Crazy Three makes it possible for Crazy Three to do nothing, just holding her hand, which can make Wang Qi's brain freeze and slow down his thinking, not to mention that now it is not just a simple pull, but a bounce and move with a ** meaning.

This is not a problem at all for modern people who are avant-garde in all aspects, but well, for Wang Qi, who is in the era of cultivation and conservative by nature, the effect can only be described as breaking through the sky.

"Oops, oops! This feels good! Speaking in a voice that even he couldn't hear, he smiled toothlessly and looked at Wang Qi with an elegant smile.

Is this considered to open a vest to pick up girls? Rachel, who was familiar with the law of the ghost king in the wooden house, coughed dryly and did not speak.