wait until the fireworks cool off

Have it.

I knelt outside the Hall of Ecstasy for three days, but Master never came out again.I know he really won't forgive me.

When the master master came, he couldn't stop the horror in his eyes, and he asked his disciples to send me to the ice room.

But soon, I was transferred from the ice room to the immortal prison.

I'm not surprised, the wrong thing I did, a thousand cuts would not be an exaggeration.

But I know what this means to Master, I am so dirty, but I can't tire him of his reputation.So when the Discipline Pavilion interrogated me, I bit off my tongue before they could speak.

Looking at their shocked eyes, I couldn't express the joy in my heart.Except for Master, other people are as stupid as pigs in my eyes, how can I say a word to them?

I was put in the fairy prison again, but I don't mind.They had no choice but to lock me up.

After an unknown amount of time, in a trance, I heard Changliu's warning bell.

I don't know what it's like outside, but I know it must be very dangerous, I have to go see Master.

I pretended to be ill and tricked the guard disciple of the Immortal Prison to open the door, then knocked him unconscious with a ruthless punch, and escaped.

All the disciples of Changliu have already packed up and set off.When the demon god strikes, the world changes color!

I mixed in at the end of the crowd and flew to the battlefield with everyone.The sect master and the master led a group of disciples with the highest cultivation to the left and right wings.

I saw Master again, and I was very happy.

The battle lasted for ten days and ten nights, and countless immortal disciples and demon disciples died.Master was also injured, but he had no time to take care of himself.He doesn't know, I have been guarding not far from him, knocking out those cold moves towards his back one after another.

Although the master was injured, his powerful wood-type spells made the enemy disciples suffer and suffered heavy casualties.Wooden vines flying all over the sky rolled up flesh and blood waves, like a vast forest.

Even the Master became a tree, a huge, beautiful tree...

The enemy's left protector didn't know when to sneak around close, and suddenly volleyed behind Master and launched a lore!

The red light covered the sky and covered the sun and pressed down on Master. Without thinking, I went up to block the light.

I heard the sound of a sternum cracking, like a twig being crushed by snow, and I remember hearing it so often on those late snowy nights.

I finally became a broken branch, never going back to that forest...

I fell lightly from the air, only to find myself in a familiar arms.

It's Master...

cloud!cloud!

He hugged me and shouted my name loudly, his hands were on my chest, in vain inputting immortal power for me, the blood from his wound was bleeding more fiercely.

I wanted to tell him no, but I found that I had no tongue and I couldn't speak a word.

Big drops of his tears fell on my face. I had never seen Master cry so embarrassingly. It was really funny to see him like this.

I really want to touch his face, but I don't even have the strength to raise my hand. I can only stare at him, engraving his appearance deeply in my heart, in my mind, in my bones...

My eyesight began to slacken, and a beautiful light floated in front of my eyes, and then I heard Master's heart-piercing wail.

In that moment I felt peace like never before, and I knew that he had forgiven me.

Master... I love you...

not see

Zhuran felt that something was wrong with Sheng Xiaomo these two days.

In the past in the Palace of Unrequited Love, this guy would never be found. Of course, needless to say where he went, he must be stuck with his good uncle.But these two days, the number of times Zhuran saw Sheng Xiaomo in the Palace of Unrequited Love was simply more than the number of times he saw him in the past year, and when he saw him, this man was neither lazy nor showing off. Sun, on the contrary, was constantly helping Donghua and the others with their official duties, either drafting documents or sorting out documents.

Yesterday, just yesterday, he even heard the master master in public praise this kid, saying that Xiao Mo has been very diligent these past few days, and he has finally grown up and stopped playing around, and can help master and senior brothers share their worries.

When Zhuran heard this sentence, his eyeballs almost fell out. He was as surprised as he was when he saw Hyakki Yaxing in broad daylight.

As the saying goes, if something goes wrong, there must be a demon.His super high EQ and incomparably developed perception ability told him that if Sheng Xiaomo hadn't been dropped by someone, then he must have had something to do with the one in the Palace of Ecstasy.

"Hey, what's the matter with you these two days?" Zhuran pushed the door open and went in, seeing Sheng Xiaomo lying in front of the desk and writing something intently, feeling someone, he instinctively raised his head, but his eyes couldn't hide the slump.

"It's nothing." Seeing that it was him, Sheng Xiao lowered his head to write again, but his tone was somewhat resisted.

Zhu Ran chuckled: "Pull it down, you can also deceive Master and the others, and you can also deceive me?" He walked up to the desk, lowered his voice and asked with concern: "What? Did you quarrel with him?"

Sheng Xiaomo froze, let out a heavy breath, and suddenly threw the brush, the ink on the brush splashed all over the floor.

It seemed that not only was there a quarrel, but the quarrel was not serious.Zhuran thought.

"Who am I arguing with? Who is arguing with me? I said I was kicked out, do you believe me?" Sheng Xiaomo lay down directly on the ground with her hands behind her head, closing her eyes and panting for a long time.

"It's so serious? But with Qingyu's temper, it's hard for me to imagine that he would do this..." Zhuran suddenly thought of something: "Why don't you tell him directly?"

Sheng Xiaomo frowned, then told Zhu Ran the ins and outs.However, he still mentioned the so-called "conspiracy" and Ying Yun's matter that he didn't understand, and the promise he made to Donghua still cannot be broken.

After hearing this, Takeran let out a long "Hey".

"Sheng Xiaomo, Sheng Xiaomo, you said that you usually look very clever and measured, why can't you talk when you are critical?" Zhuran sat cross-legged next to him and said helplessly.

"I've already regretted it. As soon as my mind got hot at that time, I..." Sheng Xiaomo was very annoyed.After a short pause, he suddenly sat up, and said seriously: "How about I go and apologize? At worst, ask my uncle to beat me up? But I'm worried that my uncle doesn't want to see me at all, in case he kicks me out again What should I do?" He said to himself, like ants on a hot pan.

"Do you know?" Zhuran grabbed the two brushes on the table and began to gesture: "There are two kinds of people in this world. One is like my master, who usually looks fierce and has a temper, but in fact the most It's so coaxing, admit your mistake and be soft, say something nice, and it's easy to pass. But another kind of person, like Qingyu Xianzun, is usually calm and tolerant, and you can hardly see him angry But once you touch his bottom line, his anger may be ten times or a hundred times that of the former, and it will not be so easy to appease."

"Ah..." Sheng Xiaomo was on the verge of crying after his analysis.

"Of course I have to say sorry, but you can't rush over like this, otherwise the possibility of being kicked out is very high. If you want me to say, you still need to have some strategies." Zhuran tapped his chin like a dog-headed military adviser.

"Strategy?"

Zhuran rolled his eyeballs, and suddenly smiled, calling Sheng Xiaomo over, and whispered an idea to him.

Sheng Xiaomo almost jumped up after hearing this: "Isn't it? This is too cruel."

"Do you use tricks? Of course, you have to act like it," Zhuran said with a righteous face, "Don't worry, I will be very measured in my actions, and I won't really hurt you."

In the Palace of Heartlessness, Daoist Yan Dao was meditating in the main hall, when he heard a loud noise suddenly, his body flew up and teleported to the outside of the hall.

Above the atrium, Sheng Xiaomo and Zhuran were fighting fiercely in mid-air. At first, Master Yandao thought that the two were competing in martial arts, but when he saw the two people mercilessly pointing at each other, he realized that the two were fighting each other. Looks like it's really working.

"Hmph, your flute is amazing? See if I don't beat you so hard you'll find your teeth everywhere!" Zhuran stopped shouting and swung the blue jade sword towards Sheng Xiaomo's chest.

Sheng Xiaomo deftly parried his sword way: "You can't even defeat Xunliu, and dare to speak big words, watch your moves!"

A sword and a flute danced in the air, clanging loudly.

"Stop you two!" Master Yan Dao couldn't help shouting, "It's fine to fight when you are young, but you still fight when you grow up, is it shameful?" After speaking, he wanted to shake the two of them away with a whisk.

Seeing the appearance of the real Yan Dao, Zhuran winked at Sheng Xiaomo, and then suddenly slashed away with his sword. The sharp sword light hit Sheng Xiaomo's chest impartially, and Sheng Xiaomo fell from mid-air with a loud cry. On the ground, motionless.

"Ah!" Zhuran pretended to be shocked, and hurriedly landed beside Sheng Xiaomo, but fortunately he survived and said, "Don't pretend to be dead, if you can't be beaten, just blackmail people, right?"

Then he deliberately put his hand on Sheng Xiaomo's nose, and exclaimed: "Sheng Xiaomo! Hey, don't scare me!"

Immortal Yan Dao heard something wrong, so he hurried forward to touch Sheng Xiaomo's pulse gate, only to feel that the pulse was like a choppy wave, coming and going weak, as if the real energy in the body was disordered, showing the symptoms of evil prosperity and positive decline, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit in his heart. But how did he know that Sheng Xiaomo tapped the meridian on purpose to make a fake pulse.

"Master, this disciple didn't do it on purpose. The disciple missed for a while..." Seeing that Master Yan Dao was frowning, Zhuran hurriedly added: "How is he? Could it be that he still hasn't recovered from the Fairy Sword Conference? He Two days ago, he said he was dizzy... The disciple really didn't intend to hurt him!"

"You said, he said he was dizzy two days ago?" Master Yandao said quietly.

Zhuran hesitated for a moment: "Ah...yes...Master Zu, if it's really not possible, the disciples should go and invite Qingyu Immortal Venerable." After speaking, he was about to run outside.

Daoist Yandao shook his head: "No need, junior brother went down the mountain yesterday, so he won't stay here forever."

ah?Zhuran was stunned.

Someone lying on the ground pretending to be dead was clever and almost jumped up