Master, he is always wrong

Chapter 90

Thinking of this, those sad, sad, and bewildered emotions seem to be replaced by another more joyful and beating emotion at the same time, as if the heavy thing in my heart has finally disappeared, and I feel a little more open-minded even when I breathe. point.

"Yo, nephew, you're back? I heard that three disciples died during this training, did the sect master scold you again?" Just as he was about to leave, a smiling voice rang in his ears.

She was about to turn her head, but almost touched the lips of the handsome man who was about to blow into her ear.

Fortunately, she backed up in time, but fell inertially to the ground behind her, frowning, but a big hand came around her waist, and easily hugged her into that sweet embrace.

"Master, you sneaked pastries again." Pushing away the person in front of him, he covered his sore nose, obviously eating so many sweets every day, why are he still so thin, his chest is as hard as an iron pestle.

Mo Yuzhi, who was wearing green bamboo and green onions, lifted up the sleeves on both sides and smelled it seriously. It really smelled of sweet osmanthus cake. He hurriedly performed a cleaning technique and smiled like a fox. He squinted his eyes at Luo Yi.

"Yiyi"

"Okay, uncle, I know, I won't tell Master, don't call me that, I'm so tired." Luo Yi waved his hand, and was about to leave, "Uncle, I still have something to do, so I'll go ahead. "

Walking down the steps quickly, the person behind followed up again, poking her cheek tentatively with a bamboo flute in his hand.

"Your master punished you?"

"No, Master just reprimanded me a few words, but I made a big mistake in this experience. I didn't take good care of my juniors and younger sisters. I should be punished even if it is punished." I solemnly pushed aside the bamboo flute that poked her face.

The opponent still wants to push forward and continue to poke.

"Oh, how can I blame you for this matter? It's normal for you to be distracted by yourself. Yiyi, if you want me to say that you should have worshiped under my sect at the beginning, how can I be better than that old-fashioned senior brother? If you worshiped me Let alone punishment, I don't even want to scold you."

Luo Yi reluctantly pushed away the bamboo flute that poked her cheek again, already considered very good-natured.

"Uncle, stop making trouble."

"Then you promise the uncle one thing, and the uncle will not trouble you."

As soon as these words came out, Luo Yi stopped immediately, turned his head to look seriously at the still smiling fox-like Mo Yuzhi, and grabbed the bamboo flute he was carrying in the air with his left hand.

"Master, if you have anything to say, just say it. If Luo Yi can do it, you will never refuse. Also, if you poke me with your bamboo flute again, I will be really angry."

"Then Yiyi is angry and shows it to the uncle." She opened her mouth and teased.

Luo Yi pursed the corners of her lips, and squeezed the bamboo flute to pieces with force in her hands.

Mo Yuzhi: "Yiyi, a gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands."

"Master, I'm not a gentleman, and don't call me Yiyi again!"

"That little Yiyi"

"Uncle, I'm really going to be angry." His face was tense.

Mo Yuzhi suppressed his smile a little, his eyes sparkled with tiny streamers, sparkling, but looking deep into it, it looked like a pond like a well, dark as deep as an abyss.

"Yiyi not happy today?"

"No." A very decisive sentence.

"real?"

Looking at the serious eyes in front of him, Luo Yi felt that he shouldn't be so perfunctory, so he thought about it for a while, and then he shook his head and said affirmatively, "Not now."

Seeing her like this, Mo Yuzhi smiled, beaming but also very good-looking.

(End of this chapter)