World of martial arts (19)(1)

Fu Shang nodded his head slowly and a smile appeared on his face, " then I'll have to trouble young master Ji.

The other party's brows suddenly furrowed, and the smile on his lips froze. He said in dissatisfaction, ""Girl, you're making me sound too distant. Why are you calling me young hero Ji? How about you call me by my name?"

Fu Shang was speechless.

He spoke as if they were very familiar with each other, even though they had just met the day before yesterday.

She didn't hold back and called out Ji qinglin's name.

"Alright, Qing Lin."

The young girl's voice was gentle and pleasant to the ears.

Ji qinglin smiled. He held the reins and mounted the horse. His red robe fluttered in the wind, and he looked very handsome. He bent down slightly in Fu Shang's direction and stretched out a hand that was as white as Jade.

He chuckled.

"Little girl, come here."

The clear male voice had a hint of enchantment.