The green tea system is lying to me again

Chapter 273 My Cute Disciple Is The Demon Lord 18
what sound?
Shi Qing turned his head and looked around, but saw nothing unusual.

The voice sounded again: "Susususu..."

The pear tree shakes and the petals fly.

"Sususususu..."

Is this strange sound coming from this tree?
What a monster!

Can you speak human language?

As soon as she had this thought, she heard the tree change its tone, and a delicate voice came out: "Master Demon God..."

"Master!"

Shi Qing suddenly stopped Xuan Qiong, pointed to the pear tree and said, "There are monsters."

Still calling her indiscriminately!

She didn't agree!
"..."

Xuan Qiong turned around and saw the little girl standing under the pear tree with a serious expression on her face. She looked at the pear tree she was pointing to, but she didn't see anything.

Thinking of her going down the mountain for the first time to practice, Xu was nervous and afraid, so she couldn't help walking over, and said comfortingly: "If you are afraid, you can follow closely as a teacher."

Xuan Qiong said: "The talismans and seals that my teacher gave you should be used in an emergency at critical times, and nothing will happen."

Shi Qing: "..."

No.

With Xuan Qiong's cultivation, can't he see that this tree has become a spirit?
Could it be that the tree demon's cultivation level is higher than Xuan Qiong's?

She doesn't believe it.

When Shi Qing looked over again, the pear tree had returned to normal, and there was no strange movement just now.The strange rustling sound also completely disappeared.

Heck!
Shi Qing kept his face sullen, expressing that he was not afraid.

In Xuan Qiong's eyes, he looks like a brazen child, which is inexplicably pitiable.

Xuan Qiong sighed softly, took off the silver heart bell tied around her waist, and handed it to her, "If you still can't feel at ease, this bell will be given to you. When something happens, use spiritual power to shake it. As a teacher, I will know what you want. Come in time."

Shi Qing took Yin Xinling, raised his eyes and asked: "Is the master so kind to all the disciples? Or is the master only so special to me?"

Xuan Qiong was slightly taken aback.

His movement of withdrawing his hand was half-frozen, and a suspicious blush appeared on his handsome face hidden in the twilight. He turned his eyes and said vaguely: "I will repay my kindness with kindness."

He just wanted to repay the debt of favor.

Shi Qing blinked, and said innocently: "But Master, as I said, I only accept your physical appearance..."

"Shi Qing."

Before Shi Qing finished speaking, Xuan Qiong interrupted angrily, and stretched out her hand, "If you talk nonsense again, this bell will still be your teacher."

Humph--

Do not say do not say.

Shi Qing held the bell in his palm and turned it aside, "Don't even think about it."

How can she still want to go back!

Can't afford it!

Xuan Qiong sighed in her heart, took off the pear blossom that fell from the little girl's head, withdrew her hand and said: "Go in, lest you, Senior Sister Luo, and the others wait."

Shi Qing nodded, and then took a look at the Li Shu next to him, and found that there was no movement, so he followed Xuan Qiong into the Wu Mansion.

The old housekeeper walked in front, led them around the corridor, arrived at the main hall, and yelled: "The honored guest is here—"

The people sitting around the table who were having dinner looked up together, their faces were pale and their eyes were dull, looking straight at them.

The disciples of Jihan Peak were all shocked.

They can now be sure that there should be no normal person in the Wu family!
They could smell the sour smell of the food on the table before they even entered the door.

The people in the room were eating with their chopsticks unhurriedly, which was extremely weird.

The old housekeeper grinned again, and the corners of his mouth seemed to reach his ears, "Dear guests, the food is ready on the table, please have a meal."

"Sister..."

The little disciple trembled all over, unable to restrain himself, he was about to draw out his sword, but Luo Qingwu pinned down his hand.

Luo Qingwu signaled him with his eyes, stood still, and looked in a certain direction in the house.

A slim figure in red clothes slowly walked out of the room, shaking his fan and smiling slightly, "What kind of guest is visiting?"

(End of this chapter)