Master, he is always wrong

Chapter 72

"Master Sister"

Meng Fu couldn't believe it, and even looked at the woman she admired in front of her incomprehensibly.

He staggered and took two steps back, his pupils constricted, tears flickered, and gradually turned into hatred.

In the sect, Luo Yi is the yearning of many disciples. She is not only the direct disciple of the head, but also the first female cultivator in the sect to enter the Nascent Soul stage in less than 200 years.

For a long time, Meng Fu has always used her elder sister as an example, thinking that if she can be this powerful one day, then she will be able to kill more monsters in this world.

But now her elder sister tells her it's ridiculous?
Why is it ridiculous?
Why is it ridiculous!
A demon is a demon, even if they don't kill people now, it doesn't mean they won't kill people in the future. They are cunning and vicious by nature, and they are used to pretending. Just like back then, she also naively thought that monsters might have good monsters.

In the end, he was deceived by that hypocritical and innocent appearance, leading wolves into the house and harming the family.

To this day, she still remembers when she was young and happily came back from the outside, the little tabby cat she rescued turned into a monster, squatting beside her parents, her hands were covered with blood, But he still smiled and said to her: "Ah, Fufu is back?"

Since then, every time she falls asleep, she will be awakened by nightmares, blaming herself, annoyed, and regretting.
"Junior Sister Meng Fu." She didn't expect her to have such a big reaction. Luo Yi frowned, and was about to say something to persuade her, but Meng Fu glared at her with resentment. Before he had time to react, he drew his sword over the wooden fence and jumped directly from the second floor.

Landing firmly on the ground, she gritted her teeth to the girl who was drinking chicken soup and didn't understand her behavior, and asked, "Where did that evildoer go last time, hand her over."

Only in this way did Chu Xiaotao understand who this person was, but
"You are sick?"

Onlookers: "."

Hurry down and grab Meng Fu's fellow disciple: "."

Chu Chenzhi: "Hey, don't talk while drinking soup, it's easy to choke."

As he spoke, he wiped the corners of her oily mouth with the handkerchief in his hand.

Chu Xiaotao moved her face cooperatively, but her eyes were still squinting at Meng Fu.

"I've seen you before, why, you can't fight alone, and you're a gang?" His eyes glanced at the men and women in uniform blue and white robes behind her, and his brows frowned, "It's not bad for a Nascent Soul Stage."

When Luo Yi heard this, the corners of her lips pursed, her expression became more thoughtful and cautious.

This young girl was able to see her cultivation level at a glance, and she turned a blind eye to Meng Fu's provocation, she didn't care, and should not be underestimated.

"It's been a long time, little girl. I'm sure you're fine. Do you remember me?" Seeing that the situation was not right, Jiang Ye hurried forward to smooth things over, and grabbed Meng Fu's sword-holding wrist with his fingers. With a little force, he turned sideways to face her. Looking at her, blocking Chu Xiaotao's line of sight, she signaled Meng Fu not to act rashly with warning eyes.

Seeing that she was not reconciled, but seemed to have returned to her senses, she bit her lip and put down the sword in her hand, then turned her head, with that playful expression on her face again, and took out her folding fan towards Chu Xiaotao, He turned his hand in a circle and said, "We are really destined, don't you think so?"

As soon as the words fell, the movements in the hands of Chu Chen, who was serving food for his apprentice, paused for a moment, but it was not conspicuous, but Jiang Ye suddenly felt a little cold all over his body, and it was still piercingly cold to warm up with spiritual energy. cold.

(End of this chapter)