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

Chapter 387 Mo Yan: What do you think I look like? Beiwan: Fool

Three Qingya Sect disciples who were not too old were wandering around the city next to Qingcheng.

Bei Wan sent a message into the secret: "Senior brother, is this... enough?"

They put on the clothes of Qingya Sect disciples and wandered aimlessly on the street. Can we know how Yan Nanhui disappeared?

Besides, there are so many people coming and going here, and it's a busy city, how could he go missing?

In Bei Wan's impression, a monk like Yan Nanhui, whose strength was not considered low, had to be in a place with few people if he wanted to disappear quietly without anyone noticing.

Otherwise, as long as Yan Nanhui resists a little bit, or even says that there is no need to resist, as long as there is a chance to input spiritual power into the sound transmission jade pendant, she can contact him.

Facing the little guy's question, Mo Yan just handed the middle-grade spiritual stone in his hand to an old man who looked a little down and out.

Then I took the most worthless item from the old man's stall and chatted with him for a while.

In just a few words, he revealed all his "old background".

Who he is, how old he is, what his cultivation level is, how many people came together, what they are doing here... they all were explained.

From a distance, it really looks like a big grudge with good people and a tendency to cheat.

Bei Wan stood aside and watched the fourth senior brother's operation with an expressionless face.

Perhaps because he felt that such a fourth senior brother was a bit unfamiliar, he took a step back slightly, looking like he was not familiar with Mo Yan.

Mo Yan transmitted the message into the secret: "Junior sister, I used to ask you to do the questions on paper. Today we will practice them. Read more and think more."

He didn't tell Bei Wan directly about his guess. It was a rare opportunity for his junior sister to learn more.

However, seeing that the little guy seemed a little clueless, and adding the content of his guess, Mo Yan finally gave a hint.

He stood up, bent down and helped up a child who almost fell down. With a soft and charitable smile on his face, he turned around and suddenly asked Bei Wan:

"What does senior brother look like to you?"

Bei Wan stared at it for a moment: "Idiot?"

Zheli, who had been quiet next to him:... suddenly I wanted to laugh.

Bei Wan was a little embarrassed to say these two words to describe Mo Yan.

After all, the current Fourth Senior Brother really seems to be a little out of his mind.

I don't know if it was the influence of the Qingya Sect's disciple uniform that made the always wanton Fourth Brother look a bit stupid and not very smart now.

Mo Yan, who was called a "fool":...

"That's a good person! I'm a good person! A good person with a beautiful heart and a kind heart!"

Mo Yan transmits the message into the secret, trying to save his image, but in his heart...

good good!

To be honest, he actually felt the same way.

Bei Wan was stunned.

Good guy? Fool? No chance to connect? No... defense!

Something seemed to come to mind.

She turned around, her elegant light blue clothes flying through the air, her round and bright eyes like stars.

What her senior brother had just done along the way, and the figures of some of the people she saw along the way, all flashed through her mind.

The poor old man, the child who could fall down while walking, the lame old woman...

Yes.

She has fallen into a misunderstanding.

Danger does not necessarily mean power, many dangers are inconspicuous.

Yan Nanhui's strength is not bad, and even the strength of the missing disciples of Cangyan Sect is not bad. Besides, they are not people who like to cause trouble. Even if they are really in danger, they can still fight with them. Sect contact.

And now, they didn't contact anyone before they disappeared. In this case, they probably didn't expect that they would be in danger, so they didn't even have the heart to be prepared.

People will not be very defensive only when facing people or things that are weaker or harmless than themselves.

Bei Wan tried to recall the behavior of Qingya Sect disciples, and his temples trembled slightly.

Forget it, leave such difficult things to your senior brother.

After thinking about it, the little guy silently took a step back, and by the way, he held Zheli's wrist beside him and pulled Zheli back a step too.

Bei Wan didn't say anything, but looked at Mo Yan with a pair of clear and bright eyes: Senior brother, it's up to you!

Mo Yan took a deep breath, turned around and left, as if he was angry.

Bei Wan was stunned for a moment, then quickly caught up and reached out to pull Mo Yan's sleeve.

As soon as her white and tender hands grasped the corner of Mo Yan's clothes, Mo Yan mercilessly waved them away with considerable force.

There was a rare look of disbelief on the little guy's face. She stood there, looking down at her hand that had been waved away, and a patch of red appeared on it.

Mo Yan turned around with disdain and annoyance on his face.

He looked down at the little guy: "I have long disliked you. I just relied on my talent and stupidity to really think that everyone likes you!"

Bei Wan looked at his senior brother quietly without yelling. Just looking at him like that could make people feel the grievance and confusion in the child's heart.

Zheli frowned slightly, and his silver hair had been disguised as the usual black color due to necessity.

The young boy stepped forward and held Bei Wan's hand. Although he was shorter than Mo Yan, he still looked at Mo Yan with a stern look: "Whoever likes you, you go to!"

"Sister, let's go!"

Seeing the two little guys turning around and leaving, Mo Yan also tsked irritably, turned around and left cursing.

The commotion between the three of them was not big, and it did not attract anyone's attention. However, an inconspicuous figure gradually followed Bei Wan and Zheli.

Bei Wan, who was a Nascent Soul cultivator, naturally knew that someone was following her.

Fourth senior brother just said that she should do whatever she wants and leave the rest to Zheli.

Mo Yan absolutely believed that Zheli could completely bluff people. After all, this kid was very clever.

Therefore, Bei Wan simply pretended that she didn't know that someone was following her all the time, and kept in mind the personality profile given to her by her fourth senior brother just now: a young monk who doesn't talk much and whose strength has just reached Foundation Establishment Dzogchen.

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Mrs. Zhao had long noticed that the three of them looked young, and even said that two of them were pure children of Qingya Sect monks.

I found out after contacting other people in my organization.

Of these three Qingya Sect disciples, the older one seems to be kind-hearted and seems to be an easy deceiver.

As for the two younger ones, although they are not too nosy, they don't seem to have a good relationship with the older one.

She had never been very close to the older man, and even their people heard that the little girl directly called the older man a "fool".

Now that the quarrel is separated, it is more convenient for them.

She immediately packed herself up, with a clear goal. It seemed unintentional, but in fact, she was deliberately approaching Bei Wan and the others.

Bei Wan felt the aura that had been following them approaching, pursed her lips, and subconsciously held the corner of Zhe Li's clothes with her hands, looked at him, and silently signaled: I'm relying on you.