Today, Wang Xuan wore short hair, black clothes, and modern attire. He looked clean and sharp, and his smile was especially radiant. Particularly when he looked at Hong Xiu, he seemed even more spirited.
Ma inexplicably had a bad feeling. The more he looked at this kid, the more he felt Wang Xuan had a very "punchable face." He was actually exchanging flirtatious glances!
In truth, the Mysterious Mobile Phone had wronged Wang Xuan a little. His expressions were merely more animated as he mentioned some old acquaintances to Hong Xiu.
"Senior Sister, do you still remember Lu Po and White-haired Vero? They mentioned you many times. Like me, they haven't seen you for hundreds of millions of years and miss you terribly."
All the saints revealed strange expressions. This kid actually dared to cultivate feelings with Ma's precious little daughter right in front of him?
"Cough!" Wang Yusheng coughed, intensely uneasy. He was clearly signaling his younger brother to hold himself back and stop talking, believing Wang Xuan still did not know she was Ma's biological daughter.
Hong Xiu smiled faintly, peerlessly beautiful and brilliant. Gentle and graceful yet brimming with spiritual charm, she wore red robes, her dark hair cascading like a waterfall. Her gleaming white, exquisite, flawless face held deep eyes, and she possessed an air of transcendence.
"Junior Brother, you should be careful." She was preparing to make her move. It was not as if they had never spent time together; she knew him quite well. Her junior brother was not someone who accepted losses, and he even dared to take advantage of her.
Wang Xuan waved a hand. "Wait a moment. Senior Sister, your cultivation realm is so high. Aren't you going to suppress your cultivation?"
Hong Xiu stood slender and graceful, her smile enchanting.