Can A Scholar Be Called A Villain?

Suddenly, she noticed a figure walking in the distance, which was supposed to be walking towards the other side.

But after seeing himself, the figure turned here and walked towards him.

Di Wuhuo couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Looking at the figure getting closer and closer in front of him, he felt a little depressed.

Although these days, in order to get closer to Murong Lin, my strength has reached the first level of the supernatural realm, but it is obviously not as good as the person in front of me.

She should be an inner disciple, right?

Or is he a true disciple like Murong Lin?

Di Wuhuo inevitably felt a little inferior.

The figure in front of her walked in, her face was very cold, and she was repelling people thousands of miles away, but she came to Di Wuhuo and looked at the person in front of her.

She is Meng Yan.

Meng Yan was an existence in the Void Dharma Realm, and also had the identity of a true disciple. Naturally, he lived in a nearby mansion. This time he came out and saw Di Wuhuo's figure wandering outside the hinterland of Cang Zhusheng.

She guessed that the woman in front of her came to see Murong Lin.

"Are you here to see Murong Lin?" she asked, her voice as cold as her face, but she asked Di Wuhuo warmly.

Di Wuhuo looked at the beauty in front of him and said, somewhat at a loss, "Yes, yes."

Although she showed off her charm and charm in the auction house, it was only her own talent.

She is still an ordinary girl at heart.

Does the person in front of him also like Murong Lin?

"Oh! That's right." Meng Yan nodded, her expression unchanged.

Suddenly, she turned around and shouted into the courtyard: "Murong Lin! Someone is looking for you outside!"

She used her spiritual power to control her voice and did not let her voice spread around. Only Di Wuhuo and Murong Lin could hear it in the courtyard in front of her.

And this sound would not directly disturb those who were practicing and cause them to go crazy. Murong Lin naturally heard it and stopped the operation of his spiritual power.

He opened his eyes and said with a slightly surprised look on his face: "This voice is...Meng Yan? What is she doing here?"

Murong Lin had a look of confusion on his face, and then his figure flashed, tearing apart the space in front of him and coming to the side of Di Wuhuo and Meng Yan.

Meng Yan and Di Wuhuo only saw that as soon as her voice came out, a crack appeared in the space in front of them, and Murong Lin's figure appeared in front of them.

Meng Yan's eyes were a little surprised when she saw Murong Lin's ability to tear apart space, but she still calmly said to him: "Are you here?"

Murong Lin's face looked a little helpless, weren't you calling me just now?

Di Wuhuo's face was completely ashamed and embarrassed.

She never expected that Meng Yan would call Murong Lin out like this. It was neither a spiritual talisman message nor a door-to-door visit, but standing outside the yard and calling Murong Lin's name.

He didn't even have a chance to stop her, so he just watched the cold-faced woman in front of him shouting Murong Lin's name.

And Murong Lin actually came out.

At this moment, looking at Murong Lin who looked puzzled and Meng Yan who looked indifferent in front of her, she felt that her face was about to burn.

What to do? What to do? What to do?

Meng Yan seemed to have noticed Di Wuhuo's embarrassment. She continued to look at Murong Lin in front of her calmly and said, "Since you are here, I will leave! She has something to do with you."

After saying that, she flashed and left directly to the other side.

Murong Lin and Di Wuhuo still had no chance to stop him.

Now, only the confused Murong Lin and the ashamed Di Wuhuo were left standing there, looking at each other.

Murong Lin was a little surprised when he saw the unexpected Di Wuhuo in front of him, but he reacted immediately and said to her directly:

"Let's go back to the house to talk..."

He casually took Di Wuhuo's hand, and Di Wuhuo walked into the house with his face flushed with embarrassment. The two sat down and looked at each other.

Di Wuhuo still didn't speak, but scanned the surrounding environment first. After feeling that the surrounding environment was suitable for Murong Lin, he continued to lower his head and tangle with the corners of his clothes.

"So why did you come to me?"

Murong Lin poured her a cup of tea and asked.

Di Wuhuo looked at the tea cup in front of him, his expression changed, and then he took out a small clay pot from his Qiankun Ring with an attentive look on his face and handed it to Murong Lin.

Murong Lin took it in surprise, opened it, and found that there were some tea leaves inside, and it was also high-quality tea, which had been roasted recently.

"I know you like drinking tea. This is the low-level 'Xue Mianmian' I found, and I fried it myself. I hope you like it!"

Di Wuhuo said, with a hint of pride in his voice, and he seemed very satisfied with his craftsmanship.