A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

Chapter 345 His house was full of people, except for him, Mo Yan.

In just a few words, Mo Yan solved the problem of the sect having no one after the Master ascended.

The room was filled with silence.

The young man crossed his arms and raised his unruly eyebrows slightly: "If you have any questions, just ask them and I will find a solution."

He doesn't have many other ideas, but he has a lot of messy but feasible ideas.

"This is a way." Yan Ci looked at Zang Yunzhi and Qi Youqing: "Isn't the sect master about to ascend?"

Qi Youqing was silent, apparently not knowing.

Zang Yunzhi shook his head: "The sect master probably won't, but... are you sure that the sect master will come to Cangyan Sect to take charge?"

It wasn't him who said it, just what Mo Yan said about Yan Fengmian just now.

In fact, he wanted to complain about the sect master.

Ever since he started taking over the affairs of the Prisonless Sect, the sect leader has been able to relax. He basically doesn't do any work and just carefree all day long.

If I want the sect master to take charge, I'm afraid it will be a disaster!

After a while.

A woman's lazy and noble voice came from Zang Yunzhi's jade pendant: "Let me take charge of the Cangyan Sect? Is Yan Fengmian a soft-boiled person?"

Yan Ci glanced at Bei Wan.

The little guy tiptoed to take the sound transmission jade pendant, and said in a calm and steady little voice: "Godmother, Master is going to ascend."

"Ascension?" Qian Yue's voice was full of surprise.

"Ah."

"Who ascends?"

"Master!"

"What does your master want to do?"

"Ascend!"

In order to prevent Qian Yue from asking further questions, Bei Wan quickly said: "Master is going to ascend."

"Okay, little bastard, my godmother won't tell you anymore. My godmother is going to retreat."

Qian Yuegang was about to cut off the sound transmission jade pendant in a hurry and go to retreat.

"Godmother! Wait a minute."

Bei Wan called Qian Yue, holding the sound transmission jade pendant in her little hand, and spoke out Mo Yan's thoughts just now.

After listening, Qian Yue was suddenly quiet for a moment, and then completely exploded:

"No, he, Yan Fengmian, has ascended and gone to find Wen Rangchen and the others. I, Qian Yue, am going to stay and take over the work left by Yan Fengmian?"

"As a co-author, I, Qian Yue, should serve him Yan Fengmian?"

"Who am I Qian Yue? I am not his mother. I clean up his mess all day long!"

The resentment in Qian Yue's two sentences is not ordinary.

Bei Wan had never seen her godmother like this before. Her hands shook and she almost lost her grip on the sound transmission jade pendant. She subconsciously took a step back, which proved that she was really frightened.

Zang Yunzhi quickly took action, picking up Bei Wan with one hand and handing the sound transmission jade pendant to Yan Ci with the other hand.

He said silently: "You handle it."

At this time, he did not dare to speak. Once he spoke, he would definitely be scolded by the sect master.

It is better to let other people's children come, at least they will restrain themselves when scolding.

Yan Ci held the sound transmission jade pendant, feeling like he was holding a hot potato.

"Master, this is just an idea. If you don't want to, that's okay."

The junior gave in and was polite.

Qian Yue sighed and said nonchalantly: "That's not necessary. It's better for Cangyan Sect to be managed by a few of you masters and disciples. I can be a listed elder."

"There are still a few Tribulation Tribulation elders in Wuyun Sect who can also help Cangyan Sect. If you need Yun Zhi and others, feel free to go find them and let him help you."

Qian Yue let out a long sigh, his voice was lonely and full of hope, as if after a long night, he finally ushered in a bright dawn.

"No prison gate..."

"I'm also waiting for the Cang Yan Sect from before to come back."

However, the former Wu Yu Sect did not dare to have too close contact with Cang Yan Sect.

There were some unclean things done by the Wu Jing Sect, and they were afraid of staining the Cang Yan Sect. After all, the Cang Yan Sect had a really bad reputation at that time.

Of course, part of the reason was that Qian Yue and Yan Fengmian didn't like each other at the time.

With Qian Yue's accurate words.

Mo Yan immediately revised the plan again.

In front of everyone, he slapped Qi Youqing in front of him.

"I don't believe there are still problems!"

Qi Youqing picked it up and looked through it.

Indeed, there is no problem except that the characters are a bit ugly.

Mo Yan hummed in a good mood, folded his hands behind his head, and crossed his legs, still shaking.

"It's really good, but..."

Seeing that Qi Youqing is about to turn around again.

The young man sitting on the wooden chair immediately stood up, covered his ears with his hands, and ran out the door.

He doesn't listen, he doesn't listen.

Qi Youqing is just a bastard chanting sutras, annoying!

But there was an invisible force that gently trapped him.

Qi Youqing walked slowly over, with doubts in his eyes. He raised it and asked, "Why is there no yourself in this?"

Looking at Qi Youqing's clear and slightly cold eyes, Mo Yan's heart froze.

An empty feeling of fear emerged from the bottom of my heart.

"Forgot to write it!"

The young man reacted very quickly, without revealing any flaws. He stretched out his hand and pulled the piece of paper, just when everyone thought he would add his future plans to it.

Mo Yan put the paper into his arms.

"What I wrote is a plan for you, but I keep it a secret. You may not necessarily follow my plan. It would be such a loss for me to tell you my true feelings!"

"Don't you think my handwriting is ugly? I know you have a photographic memory, so go back and write a copy yourself!"

Mo Yan left in a swaggering manner, but only he knew the uneasiness in his heart.

The young man stepped under the moonlight, feeling a sense of free and easy desolation, just about to step out of the yard.

"Isn't this the fourth senior brother's yard? Why did he leave?"

The little guy's doubtful voice sounded clearly in the night sky.

He walked away so aggressively, as it should be.

Everyone:...

Mo Yan's footsteps suddenly stopped.

He raised his head and looked at the familiar doorway.

Then he turned to look inside the house.

The lights were brightly lit, warm and lively, and his nest was full of people, except for him, Mo Yan.

The young man fell into deep thought.