Looking at his back, Ling Luoyu looked down quietly: "Nothingness..."

"It's none of my business! It's that there really isn't a trace of anger leaking out of him..."

"I know! That's why I feel weird!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes were calm, Danshui's slanted squint without a trace on Yang Yang.

"A person...a living person, how can there be no breath?!"

As long as it is a living person, regardless of whether there is cultivation base or not, it will leak out more or less!

But Yang Zhi did not!

"Master, if a person does not leak out, there are usually only two situations..."

"Say!"

"One... he is dead!"

"Aren't you nonsense?"

If she is dead, what is this standing in front of her?

The walking dead! ?

And it's still fair and beautiful, with long legs and good looks-the walking dead? !

"The second type is that this person's cultivation base is almost against the sky, so that he can hide his qi at will...Seriously, this kind of technique can't even be done by the ancestor of Chaos..."

Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank suddenly: "Perhaps... there may be a third party!"

"what?"

"A special technique!"

"...It's also possible!"

In the hall, Yang Bing coquettishly climbed Yang Zhi's arm, lying on his shoulder and saying something, smiling brightly.

Although Yang Zhi was also laughing, his body was slightly stiff, as if he was repelling Yang Bing's clingy.

And inadvertently, his eyes always passed Ling Luoyu, intersecting with her.

"Uncle, where's my gift!?"

Yang Bing pulled Yang Zhi's face and pouting her lips coquettishly.

"Didn't you say that you want to give me a gift?"

"Of course! Today is your fifteenth birthday..."

Yang Zhi smiled lightly, got up and walked to the desk, taking out a cage from below.

"Look, what is this..."

The cage was covered with a piece of black cloth, and Xisuo Suo's voice came.

Yang Bing glanced at him suspiciously, then carefully opened the black cloth

"Little Doudou..."

She suddenly lifted the black cloth, smiling brightly.

"Uncle, did you find Xiao Doudou?"

In the cage, is a snow-white little rabbit with a little red hair on the eyebrows.

"Little Doudou, I thought you lost it!"

Hugging the little rabbit happily, Yang Bing kindly checked its long hair.

"Huh...Uncle, why is Xiaodoudou's red hair... different from when I lost it before?"

"...Of course it is different. It has been lost for more than a month, and it has grown up no matter what!"

Yang Zhi's eyes were full of smiles, and her fingertips stroked her forehead: "Binger, do you still like this gift?"

"Like, like! I know Uncle loves me the most..."

Yang Bing laughed, suddenly stood on tiptoe, and kissed Yang Zhi's lips.

Yang Zhi's body suddenly froze, and he subconsciously looked in Ling Luoyu's direction.

Ling Luoyu suddenly lowered his eyes, as if blindly did not see

Why is the relationship between this niece and uncle a bit unusual? !

How can such a big girl still kiss her uncle's lips?

This kind of thing, in the 21st century, feels incredible, let alone in such a hierarchical, conservative world!

Her eyes were dazzling, and she flicked around, she found that everyone except her looked calm and composed.

It seems that such a thing is extremely common to them!

Yang Bing didn't feel any difference, and happily waved goodbye to Yang Zhi, and ran away holding the little rabbit.