Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3423 What if the disciple always wants to deceive the teacher (14)

  Standing in place, waiting quietly and indifferently.

  When Muci walked over from a distance, she saw a figure. The feeling was a little different from what she saw in the mirror image. For some reason, she felt like being slightly scratched by a cat's paw. It doesn't hurt, just a slight itch.

  He seriously recalled what Junior Brother had said before.

   can't give people the impression of being too loose.

  Meeting for the first time, not so good.

Um.

   makes sense.

Mu Ci thought for a while. He usually looked at those Xuanqingzong disciples who were gentle and jade-like. At this moment, they really smelled like that. The slightly raised Danfeng eyes destroyed Wen Wen's harmlessness, and it looked a little bit like. Children are not easy to provoke evil.

   "Junior Sister."

  He stepped forward and yelled with a smile, which was natural and not blunt.

   Unexpectedly, Jing Mo was startled by the sound of the younger sister. She glanced at the person who had read the rules before but only said a few words.

  She doesn’t pay much attention to the outside world,

The impression of    is only because of Mu Ci's temperament that is incompatible with other Xuanqingzong disciples.

  The girl is dressed in white, cold and indifferent, her face is very beautiful, like an ink painting, she has a noble temperament.

  After she paused, she nodded slightly.

   thought,

  As soon as I meet, I call my junior sister,

  Is it a self-acquaintance from Xuanqingzong’s disciple, or is this brother pure self-acquaintance?

After Muci saw the girl up close, he suppressed the abnormal thoughts in his heart, with a calm expression on his face, but Wen Zheng said: "Congratulations, sister."

   "How did the first trial feel." Mu Ci asked gently: "Is there any difficulty?"

  If someone sees Muci at this moment, tomorrow they will think that the brother must have been worn by someone or has been seeing him for a long time.

   After all, let Mu Ci talk to people with a gentle appearance...

   is not very realistic, to be precise, it is very unrealistic.

  Jing Mo replied concisely: "It's okay."

   Mu Ci hadn't taken the initiative to talk to people, and after a second or two indulged, he asked, "Are there any thoughts."

  Jing Mo was quiet, "Need to write experience in the trial?"

  The girl's voice is the same as hers, Qinglingling and beautiful, like a mountain stream.

   "No need." Mu Ci said quickly, with a smile in his eyes: "Just ask."

   "That's not there."

   Muci led Jing Mo towards the guest room, he licked his thin lips with the tip of his tongue, and lowered his voice: "Junior Sister...Is there anything in Xuan Qingzong who wants to worship the immortal monarch?"

   "No." Jing Mo came to Xuan Qingzong not to ask for the sake of others, but did not pay much attention to other things.

   Mu sighed, his lips became a little deeper, "If you have this plan in the future, you can consider Mu Yuefeng."

  It turns out that Xuan Qingzong’s seniors are not only familiar with each other, but also very enthusiastic.

  Jing Mo had been little talked since she was a child and was not good at words. She nodded to show that she knew.

"If you encounter any problems in Xuan Qingzong these days, you can come to me." Mu Ci smiled quite irritably, with a bit of uncertainty, and the other disciples felt that Mu Ci talked to the female disciple in a straightforward manner. Face, otherwise it is easy to bring bad things to others. He found a set of reasonable wording for this behavior, "I am the brother in charge of your trials, and it is necessary to be responsible for the sister."

   "Thank you." The girl said few words and had a cold personality.

   Mu said without changing her face, "You're welcome, Junior Sister."

  It's good to just call it one bite.

   "Forgot to ask, what is the name of Junior Sister." Mu Ci smiled lightly, and said naturally: "Get to know, I am Mu Ci. Chao Mu's Mu, farewell."

  The setting sun fell on the horizon, and the last light golden afterglow fell on his smiling eyes, as if coated with a light bright color.

  That face is easily distracting. The girl turned her eyes down and said in a low voice, "Jing Mo."

  ...

  The mountains and forests are large and empty, with occasional bird sounds, and the sunlight sparsely falls on the cracks of branches and leaves, and everything seems peaceful and quiet.

  A few seconds later——

  The sound of breaking through the sky suddenly sounded!

  The space splits in an instant, and two people appear directly out of thin air!

  Because dyeing white was a posture of leaning backwards when she was teleporting, it was the same when she grabbed Yu Chen and returned to the original place.

  The girl in the red dress fluttered and fell on the top of the ancient tree from mid-air, half leaning against it, while the young fairy was pressing on her body, her white dress like frost and snow.

  The two fell on the tree together.

Dye Bai lazily leaned against the tree, just looking at the fairy monarch on her body. She hooked the red silk with one hand and grabbed Yu Chen's waist with the other, forcing people to lean over, and then laughed presumptuously and provocatively. A sincere apology: "Sorry, hands slippery."

  Fragmented sunlight sprinkled in the woods and fell on the treetops, jumping with dappled light and shadows, and the shadows cast by the branches and leaves covered them, and the shadowy light was leaking.

   Sudden change, such an intimate posture.

   has completely broken the precepts of the immortal monarch who has cultivated the Tao for several years.

He stiffened for a moment, supported on the girl's body, the snow-colored robe draped down like a frosty moon, the girdle was dyed white and half pulled, a little loose, and the cold, white wrist was wrapped around a section. The red satin, placed on his body, has a strong impact of color and luster, unexpectedly giving birth to an untimely secret and absurd ambiguity.

   is the opposite of Xianjun's always solemn and quiet image.

  And the girl just looked at him with a smile, she looked like a bewitching demon.

  The treetop was finally overwhelmed, unable to carry the weight of two people and broke.

  Along with a cracking sound, the two suddenly fell down!

  Yu Chen flipped his wrists and used a magical decision. The two separated in mid-air, and their descending speed became steady until they fell to the ground unharmed.

  He was a few steps away from Dyeing White, and the red silk on his wrist did not break. The wrists of the two were entwined and stretched in mid-air.

The corners of the young fairy’s eyebrows are pressed with coldness. He has thin eyelids and deep pupils. Those eyes should be looking down on sentient beings from the top of the mountain, without any temperature. They are sharper when staring at the dyed white, and the tone is not turbulent. Surprise contains the vast law: "I don't know how to etiquette."

  Ran Bai is careless and stands in opposition to the fairy king, she let the red silk wrap around her, her tone is lazy and evil: "Why don't the fairy teach me?"

Yu Chen’s thin lips stretched into a stiff line, from the chin to the neckline to the shoulder blades. The curve was thin, like a beautiful bow. There was a snow-white white rabbit nestled in his sleeves, shaking and uneasy. Xianjun lowered his eyes, seemingly compassionate but ruthless, with the breeze and bright moon outlined in the tail of his eyes, and laid the rabbit peacefully on the ground. The little rabbit trembled twice, and the rabbit ears folded and stalked. Ran away.

Xianjun straightened up, and with one hand, he was cold and arrogantly lonely. He had his own strength of character, but he was out of step with this world. The long sword flew out from the silver scabbard, making a sound of "Zheng——", sharp. The sword slashed down to the damask in midair!

  (End of this chapter)