facial paralysis love

There is a large hall floating in the sky above the Wuyou faction, called the Wuyou Hall.

There is a beauty sitting in the Palace of Worry-free, dressed in white clothes like snow, skin like creamy fat, with a touch of alienation in her eyes, the beauty's slender jade fingers are pinching a cup of tea, the mist is curling up, half covering the beauty's face, ethereal as if Dust, indistinct.

However, this beautiful picture did not last long.

"Master, Master, something happened."

There was a cry like killing a pig, and a woman ran in in a panic, her light gray robe fluttering in the wind.

"What's the matter?" Mo Yi asked softly, with a calm expression, no emotion could be seen.

Liu Zhen panted, and bowed to Mo Yi as a disciple: "Master, Xiaoxi, Xiaoxi was arrested by the head of the Nanshan Gate, and he said he wanted it, and he wanted to chop it up."

Mo Yi's hand holding the teacup paused, his expression remained the same, but he just put down the teacup: "En."

Liu Zhenzui twitched, Master, you are so calm, have you considered Xiaoxi's feelings?

"Then Master, what should we do?"

No one answered her, and when she raised her head again, there was no sign of Moyi in front of her, only a cup of steaming tea.

She blinked, Yu Jian hastily left: "Master, wait for me!"

Nanshanmen is a sect located in the South China Sea. It is not a big one, but it has a long history, and ordinary people dare not mess with it.

It's a pity that Yanxi provoked her.

"Yanxi, you ruined the thousand-year-old tortoise statue of my sect, today, I will definitely not spare you." The head of Nanshan, Nanfang, stood in front of the main hall, holding a sword in his hand, with anger on his face.

Underneath is Yanxi, wearing an icy blue gown, his face is frosty, his eyes are cold, and there is no expression on his peerless Qingcheng's face.

She is tied with a silk rope, this rope is extremely soft, but it is extremely tough, the more you struggle, the tighter it is bound, Yanxi did not have any resistance.

Because it is useless, it does not move.

"Yanxi, do you have anything else to say for destroying the statue of my sect?" Nanfang turned the sword in his hand, the sword was aura.

Yan Xi was expressionless: "What did you say?"

Nanfang was at a loss for words for a while, and became even more angry: "Yanxi, don't think that you can rest easy because Moyi is protecting you. Today, even if the venerable is here, I will definitely kill you in front of her."

The sword was raised, full of killing intent.

"Who are you going to kill?" Mo Yi descended from the sky, his white clothes spotless.

Nan's face froze, and he murmured in his heart, why did this master come here, and a smile immediately appeared on his face: "I don't know if my superior has arrived, but I'm not far away to welcome you."

"Who do you want to kill?" Mo Yi asked again, and the coercion of the Supreme Realm was released.

Nanfang felt a pain in his chest and could barely hold the sword in his hand. He squeezed and said with a smile: "My lord misunderstood, Yan Shangxian destroyed the statue I sent, I just want an explanation, I don't want to do it."

Mo Yi raised his eyes to look at Yan Xi, and when he saw the rope on Yan Xi's body, his face became a little colder, and his pressure became a little bit heavier.

Some Nanshan disciples with low cultivation bases had already fallen to the ground, and Nanfang was also having a hard time. He only felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if he was about to vomit a mouthful of blood in the next second.

"What do you want to say?" Mo Yi asked coldly.

Nanfang tried his best not to fall down, gritted his teeth and begged for mercy: "I know I made a mistake, and I hope that the Lord will spare my life."

Mo Yi didn't say anything, and teleported to Yan Xi's side, with a slight touch of her finger, the rope on her body broke into several pieces.

"what's up?"

Yan Xi bowed to her: "It's nothing."

Mo Yi nodded and said nothing, but the coercion he released did not stop.

"Master, Master."

Liu Zhen Yujian came, panting, but he didn't look embarrassed.

Mo Yi glanced at her, and said coldly: "Clean up."

Then, she took Yanxi Yujian and left.

Yes, she left, her back is chic and wanton.

Liuzhen left behind: "..."

Master, is it really okay for you to be like this?

He raised his eyes to look at the fallen disciples all around, and then looked at the little resentful eyes in the south.

Liu Zhen felt that she must not be a pro-disciple.

Master, you don't wear such a style to cheat your apprentice!

Mo Yi took Yanxi back to the Palace of Worry-free, there was a bamboo grove in the palace, the two of them didn't speak, one was tasting tea, the other was enjoying the bamboo.

There is a kind of silence called embarrassment.

Mo Yi put down the teacup in his hand, but still opened his mouth: "Why destroy the statue of Nanshan Gate?"

Yan Xi replied flatly: "It's too ugly."

Mo Yi recalled the appearance of the statue, it was a huge tortoise with a pointed head, two very long front feet, two very short hind feet, and its tail was raised on its back.

It seems, it seems, is not very pretty.

"to be frank."

Although Mo Yi agreed with her statement, she knew that with her personality, it was impossible to do it for this reason.

"It's indeed the truth." Yan Xi was as cold as ice, with deep eyes that could not see the bottom, making it difficult for people to tell the truth of her words.

Mo Yi didn't ask anymore, since she didn't want to say it, why did she force her: "Don't act so recklessly next time."

"Yeah." Yan Xi nodded with a calm expression.

"Go back to your room and rest for a while." The indifferent tone was like a child chanting bluntly.

"Yes." Yanxi saluted, ready to leave.

Moyi picked up the teacup, looked at her, seemed to think of something, and said: "We don't need to be polite when we meet later."

"Yes."

Turn around and leave, indifferent and aloof.

Mo Yi didn't care much, he just sipped his tea and stared at the bamboo forest.

Historically, only the head of the Wuyou Hall and his disciples can live in it, but Yanxi is an exception. She lives in the Wuyou Hall, but she is not a disciple of Moyi. To be precise, she does not have any master.

Yanxi is a very special existence in the world of cultivating immortals. She is not a talented person, nor is she good at comprehension. She is not Moyi's apprentice, but her treatment is better than Moyi's apprentice.

When she couldn't learn spells well, she said: "It's nothing, just take your time."

When her cultivation couldn't improve, she said: "It's nothing, I'll protect you."

When she got into trouble, she said: "It's nothing, it's not your fault."

When she was bullied by others, she said: "It's nothing, I will help you kill him."

This is not only a word "good", it is simply good and cannot be better.

But that was the way it was when these things happened to her apprentice.

When the apprentice couldn't learn spells, she said: "Stupid, what use are you for."

When the apprentice couldn't improve his cultivation, she said: "Stupid, he must die early."

When the apprentice got into trouble, she said: "Silly, it's all wrong for something so simple."

When the apprentice was bullied, she said: "Yes, find a way for yourself."

In short, without comparison, there is no harm.

Master Moyi's heart is not a little bit off.

The author has something to say:

Moyi: This is the way of pampering people with facial paralysis.

Yanxi (expressionless): ...