Soft and Cute Female Mage

Fang Ling thought that a person like Chang Ting, who was aloof, cold, arrogant, unstable and had a vicious tongue, would have been beaten to death long ago if he hadn't been so powerful in Taoism. "Aren't you just doting on him?" Hearing this, Fang Ling burst into tears. I am being held in someone else's hands, and whether I want to be squeezed round or flat depends on their mood. Besides, for a person as shameless as him, he couldn't do anything like fight a madman in the street, but he couldn't do anything else out of the ordinary. In short, no matter what happens, you will be the one who is unlucky and embarrassed in the end. Who asked him to call him uncle according to his seniority? The red-eyed evil spirit couldn't understand the sadness, and he was feeling jealous, so he shouted casually: "Did you fall in love with that white-faced Rakshasa?" Fang Ling was so frightened that he jumped up immediately. "How is that possible? There is no such thing! He acts like an old man all day long. He is either playing chess or fishing. How could I like such a boring person?" After a long time, Changting came out from the depths of the bamboo forest and said to his young apprentice: "Do you know what young people nowadays usually do for fun?" … Then, at a small banquet held once a month for the younger generation of disciples, a very inappropriate figure appeared. Because of the uncle's interest, all the disciples had no choice but to play "beating drums and passing flowers" with him all night while yawning.