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They had more people, so sporadic battles were no longer enough to satisfy their needs. Drawing an area for them to enter was the most suitable strategy. This was also a common practice for large families and powers.
When he reached the entrance, Cheng Qing saw Song Qianshu waiting there.
The chubby boy was squatting at the edge of the stone steps in front of the gate, nibbling on a white radish without a care in the world. He looked like a reincarnated hungry ghost.
How did he look like a handsome young man who came out of a family with strict etiquette? He was like a farmer who was squatting on the edge of a field with his head lowered, carrying a big bowl of rice.
Beside him was Song Xuejun, who stood there obediently like a little girl from some lost family.
Today, Song Xuejun was actually not wearing a cultivator's attire, but an elegant and beautiful makeup. "She wore a goose-yellow dress with a colorful peacock design, and had a phoenix hairpin in her hair. She had a plum blossom on her forehead.
She dressed up like she was going to watch a lantern festival.
However, what was undeniable was that this makeup set made the originally beautiful little girl appear like a fairy. She just stood there gracefully, instantly attracting the gazes of countless cultivators.
Not to mention the male cultivators, even the female cultivators had to take a few more glances and secretly feel envious of them.
The only thing that was lacking in beauty was that the little girl was still too young. Her makeup was obviously too mature, and her makeup was slightly heavy. Therefore, she looked like a child trying to play the part of an adult.
This was also the reason why Song Qianshu kept his distance from her. It was as if he did not know her at all.
"A little brat, what kind of adult should wear clothes? With such an incongruous appearance, I'm afraid people will think that there's something wrong with his head." It would be better for me to stay away, lest I too be considered mentally ill. "
Song Qianshu chewed on the radish as he muttered softly. He seemed to despise it so much that he completely ignored the fact that his appearance was not much better.
In fact, it was very rare for Song Xuejun to wear such makeup. Even when she was not out of the Song Family Residence, as a cultivator, she was still used to wearing clean clothes.
As a result, she herself felt somewhat uncomfortable with her makeup today, especially when she stood by the side of the street and was being watched by countless people. She felt even more uneasy, feeling no sense of security at all.
However, she had to wear it today because she wanted to show off the beautiful and gentle side of her that she should have.
Ever since they had been waiting here for Cheng Qing, Song Xuejun had secretly moved towards Song Qianshu a few times. However, Song Xuejun was able to quickly increase the distance between them every single time.
This caused her to feel wronged and angry at the same time. Her cheeks puffed up as if she was about to cry. Her originally small and thin body looked even more pitiful.
Song Qianshu noticed Song Xuejun's expression and could not bear it anymore. He did not move further as he sighed and said helplessly: "I told you not to follow me, yet you insisted on following me. It's not like I was out sightseeing. It's fine if you come over, but what's with this makeup? "
Song Xuejun pouted but didn't say anything. She thought to herself, "Why else wouldn't I come?"
Song Qianshu continued: "In a while, if Brother Chen sees you like this, then you must laugh at me, a dignified Song Zhuo. For a woman of the clan to not know how to wear clothes, where would I put my face?"
These words immediately had the effect of killing the heart. The little girl immediately became nervous and asked anxiously, "Will Sir Chen really laugh at me?"