Crazy Young Empress: Shadowsong Moon Dance

Chapter 137

In order to alleviate the sadness, it is even more difficult to deny the spectacle that a nine-year-old girl can blush and have a heartbeat.

She pushed Yunge Yuexie away and said:
"Brother Geyue, don't come here to use beautiful men as a trick, we will still follow the previous agreement,
I will practice hard, and you will also practice hard, regularly challenge those senior sisters, when you can defeat them all, I will leave Juechen Palace. "

Yun Geyue: "I have to send my wife to the wolf again..."

Juechen: "..."

Mo Wuying's body was covered with bandages, and she swayed back to Juechen Palace like a fake mummy.

The green, fat, red and thin people surrounded her crying and laughing, and Mo Qingchou was as if her heart had been recovered, she hugged Mo Wuying and wept for a while.

Master Ling Xiao couldn't see the sadness or joy on his expression, he floated in front of the crowd like a ghost, threw a cheat book over, and said coldly:

"It seems that your character is not good, you are a lone star, and no one is willing to help you when you fight.

In order to prevent being beaten into a pig's head when dealing with group chops in the future, you should quickly practice this book for me.

Next time someone beats you to the point of hiccupping, don't say you are my apprentice when you go out..."

The people who were originally noisy were as cold as ice piercing through the hearts of the master's unsightly words, and they dared not speak out.

Mo Wuying picked up the book, and there were two traditional Chinese characters on the yellowed title page: Tiansha.

Originally full of resentment towards the master, after listening to Lu'er's description that the master had already noticed that the spear was stabbed in the wrong direction, and suspected that she was cheating her death, the complaint disappeared, and was replaced by inexplicable admiration for the perverted visual inspection of the master.

At this time, seeing the teacher brought a book with such a domineering name with a cold face and a warm heart, I guess this book must be good.

A sweet smile that is so tiresome: "Thank you, Master, for your cultivation.

If I lose to the enemy and die next time, I will definitely die farther away.

I won't die under your nose like this time, and I have to let you collect the corpse for me with tears..."

Master Ling Xiao: ...

ten days later.

In the most luxurious and hidden single room of Yandu Wenxiang Pavilion, Lan Cang's furious roar was accompanied by the sound of cups breaking:
"What a bunch of rice buckets!"

Lan Jian stood with hands down, not daring to speak.

Ever since the young master learned of Mo Wuying's death and went to meet General Yun and was rejected, his temper became more and more irritable day by day.

Swearing at people and throwing things at every turn, it's even more terrifying to be silent, drinking one cup after another, with drunken eyes looking up as if they could kill.

(End of this chapter)