Fast Travel Villain: Sanctioning the Son of Luck

Chapter 472
Qianjing blushed, as if she had made a lot of determination and swore to her with her fists, "So, this disciple will definitely beat that little bastard Ye Buqu to the ground in the sect competition, and then go to participate in the general meeting of Tianxuanzong." The finals will bring glory to you, Master!"

Xing Mo looked at Qianjing, whose eyes were full of stars, and flocks of mud horses flashed through his mind instantly.

Child, you have to remember that you are a cannon fodder, you can't just send it to your door to die!
Xing Mo raised his forehead, trying to enlighten this little apprentice who cooks delicious food and cannot die young in vain.

"I said Qianjing, why are you so obsessed with Ye Buqu?"

Qianjing looked at Xing Mo incredulously, "Isn't it because Master you hate that little bastard surnamed Ye first and then you can't save face, so my disciple stepped forward to suppress him for you?"

Xing Mo's brain froze on the spot.

It seems that there is such a passage in the plot...

The original owner had been deeply hurt by a scumbag in the early years, and since then she has been avoiding men for many years, so she accepted Qianjing, a personal disciple who had a good affinity with her.

As for Ye Buqu, let's not say that he was forced by the head to the original owner, just the face of the scumbag who happened to hurt the original owner's girl's heart is enough to make the original owner look at it. I'm upset.

As for classmate Qianjing, who is an arrogant and awkward child, suddenly there is an extra direct disciple to sit on an equal footing with him, it is inevitable that he will be a little unhappy, and the original owner happens to hate Ye Buqu, so Qianjing will bully Ye Buqu and she will not help her. Even if it is not bad, let alone blocking.

So after going back and forth, little classmate Qianjing walked further and further towards the cannon fodder road of death...

A child's concept cannot be broken hard, let him suffer a little bit before talking.

Xing Mo sighed, stretched out his hand and rubbed Qianjing's hair like a dog, "You are my first disciple after all, you can (zuo) force (fan) out (hao) many (chi), so naturally you can't bear to be a teacher You are injured, how about this, I will go to retreat for a few days as a teacher, and when you compete, I will go over and help you save the field."

Qianjing, who didn't know what kind of terrifying halo of luck he was facing, automatically ignored the sentence that he would get hurt. After getting the promise, he was as happy as a child who got candy, and he almost floated up up.

Master, she has always been cold-tempered, and she offered to watch his match today, so she must be paying more and more attention to him, right?
Qianjing secretly clenched his fists, good!This time, we must win beautifully and win glory to the master!

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During the period of Xing Mo's retreat, a minor incident happened in the yard, and Ye Buqu disappeared.

However, because of Xing Mo's closed-door training, Qian Jing, who had already fully trained his Qi, had to sprint to build a foundation for the competition, so everyone automatically ignored Ye Buyi, who has always been a little transparent.

Half a month is nothing more than a cultivator, and it passes away almost in the blink of a finger.

In the tightly closed cave, a woman sitting on a jade stone meditating is dressed in white clothes like snow, but there is a thin layer of dust on it like a pearl covered in dust.

Slowly, the woman's slender and thick eyelashes trembled, and then she let out a long breath and slowly opened her obsidian-like eyes, and then... thumped her shoulder with a look of bitterness and hatred.

Xing Mo, who had been in retreat for half a month, bared his teeth and complained, "I'm going, why is this retreat thing so tiring? After sitting for ten days and half a month, even a programmer will suffer from shoulder spondylitis."

(End of this chapter)