This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 132 Passionate but always seems ruthless

"The disciple doesn't want anything. If that's the case, the disciple will leave first."

He lowered his head and was about to leave.

"and many more."

He stopped almost instantly, as if he already knew that the man in white behind him would keep him.

The thin lips that had been tight like a straight line were slightly bent, and pulled out a not too obvious arc. He turned around clearly, and his smile deepened when his eyes fell on that pale and clean face.

Even the deep and pleasant voice hides joy.

"Master, is there anything else?"

It seems that even the green things are not so obtrusive.

She fiddled with the green creature, her fingers were slender and beautiful, her knuckles were like jade, and when she lowered her head, her long hair fell like a waterfall.

With a long voice: "Did you ever blame me?"

Rong Hua was stunned, she didn't expect that she would ask such a question suddenly, she couldn't react for a while, "Why should I blame Master?"

Her expression did not change, and she said in a low voice: "I drove the person you like out of Qing Yunmen, don't you blame me?"

The person you like?

Rong Hua's mind was in a mess, and he thought for a long time before he realized who Shen Yue was talking about.

The memory that he had neglected for a long time seemed to break through the ice again, just like magma colliding with frost, two extreme emotions surged in his mind.

The sudden rage overwhelmed reason, and Rong Hua's face was gloomy and terrifying, "Then Master thinks I blame you?"

Shen Yue didn't make a sound. Since she asked, it meant that she was suspicious.

Rong Hua has never been sober for such a moment, and clearly realized that his position in Shen Yue's heart is probably the same as that of an ordinary disciple, there is no difference.

It was him who was acting affectionate. When Shen Yue came to him holding the medicine of resurrection, he really thought that Shen Yue didn't have any thoughts about him.

But now, Shen Yue ruthlessly shattered the beautiful fantasy, pulling him out forcefully and cruelly.

Rong Hua laughed inwardly, feeling a sense of emptiness for some reason, and his face became even more indifferent, "Master thinks, do I blame you for others?"

He never blamed Shen Yue from the beginning to the end, he just complained that Shen Yue could easily push him to others, and complained that she didn't show any emotion when he was most embarrassed and begged her .

If, even if it was only if, only Shen Yue said something nice and soft, he wouldn't be so crazy.

This would make him feel like a clown, singing a one-man show alone, while Shen Yue was just watching his emotions, like a bystander.

So he just complains.

When Shen Yue heard what the villain said, she didn't know what kind of thoughts he had.

In her heart, she certainly thought that Ronghua was blaming her. Now that Ronghua was willing to talk to him a few more words, it was probably because she saved Yin Jing.

But Ronghua's words made her a little suspicious again. Could it be that Ronghua didn't blame her?
The next second she heard the man mockingly say: "I really blame you."

Shen Yue: "..."

After finishing speaking, the man left aggressively.

Shen Yue was left alone in a daze.

Xiao Shuling lay softly in her palm, maybe because he liked her breath very much, he let out a sigh-like sound.

Shen Yue walked to the side of the desk, and there was a potted plant that was incompatible with it. It was not as green as it was at the beginning, and its branches and leaves were withered and yellow without any vitality. No matter how much water was poured on it, it was useless.

oh oh oh.

The soft thing lying in the palm of her hand began to overflow again, as if she remembered something sad, the water couldn't be blocked, and her palm was soon wet.

It crawled up to her wrists sticky, and the overflowing water wet her sleeves.

Boom -- it seems to be talking to Shen Yue.

Shen Yue couldn't understand what it was saying, but she could feel that it was sad and irritable, so she gently tore it off her wrist and held it in her palm.

Gentle comfort: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The overflowing water was barely blocked, and Shen Yue pinched the drenched sleeve skillfully.

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Think about the cliff.

Count nine cold days, ice and snow.

The cold blows on the face, like a knife cut, the trees are bare, covered with icicles, all surrounded by the cold breath.

Even if a Qingyun sect disciple in white clothes has mana, his face hurts from the too biting cold wind. His hands and feet are almost cold the moment he steps into Siguo Cliff, let alone staying here for a long time. What about Nian Jiangling?

The Jiang Ling at this moment has long since disappeared. The former scenery is beautiful and handsome, and he is unparalleled.

He sat cross-legged on the steepest part of the cliff, his black hair was covered with snow, even his eyelashes were slightly bent by the heavy snowflakes, his face was as pale as paper, and his whole body was almost buried by snowflakes.

The disciple knew that the master's spiritual consciousness was still there, so he just stood not far away and saluted, "Elder brother, one year has passed, you can go down the mountain."

The person buried in the snowflakes didn't react at all, he was like an ice sculpture, without a trace of breath.

After getting no response for a long time, the disciple couldn't help calling out again in doubt: "Senior brother? The elder said that after going down the mountain, he will go clean up and then go to the Ziqing Hall to plead guilty."

Jiang Ling, who hadn't responded all this time, finally opened his eyes slowly, and those slightly shallow eyes were like chaotic dark water at the moment.

He is like a late old man, every movement is extraordinarily slow and difficult, even the simple movement of standing up took him a long time to barely stand still.

The tall and slender figure swayed slightly, as if it would fall down at any moment.

The disciple couldn't help but stepped forward and said worriedly, "Brother, are you alright?"

Jiang Ling has always been a role model for all the juniors in Qingyunmen, like a brother like a father, leading them to grow step by step.

Seeing Jiang Ling's appearance now, the disciple also felt a trace of resentment in his heart, and said uncontrollably: "Obviously senior brother did nothing wrong, so what's wrong with killing demons and demons? Why are you punishing senior brother like this!"

Jiang Ling, who seemed to be unresponsive all the time, moved, but his tall figure seemed extremely oppressive. The disciple was keenly aware that something was wrong, his heart tightened, and he didn't even dare to take a breath.

The next moment, Jiang Ling turned his face slightly, revealing a handsome profile.

The slightly shallow eyeballs looked extremely cold at this moment.

There seemed to be a deep storm suppressing in his eyes.

Let the disciples shudder instantly.

It even feels colder than the eyes when looking at monsters.

This kind of emotion surfaced for the first time on the gentle, clear and mature face of the eldest brother.

Jiang Ling said coldly, "I did something wrong, and I should be punished."

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