[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

That smile seemed to be mocking her self-indulgence, or mocking her embarrassment.

The string in Ling Bo's mind broke instantly, almost causing her sanity to collapse.

However, the faint voice of Immortal Fusheng flowed into her heart like ice-cold water, causing waves of ripples and chills.

Fu Sheng said: "If I don't protect him, should I protect you?"

Ling Bo's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Fu Sheng's cold expression looking down on him in disbelief, his eyes were slightly in a trance.

What about her?

She loved him so much in her previous life, missed him so much, and missed him so much, but what did he give herself?

A sword pierces the heart, and there is no redemption.

Such pain caused the expression on Ling Bo's face to twist for a moment.

But soon she endured it, she lowered her eyes to hide the hatred in her eyes, and when she raised her head again, she showed a clean smile: "Master, you misunderstood just now, I was just playing around with the second senior brother of."

Fu Sheng glanced coldly: "Are you kidding me?"

He is not a fool, nor is he a fool.

Such a strong murderous intent startled him, and he still talked about playing?

But Ling Bo is still quibbling: "Yes, master, I haven't practiced swordsmanship with the second senior brother for a long time, so I just practiced with him, but the second senior brother doesn't seem to like to practice swords with me, so I didn't even practice swordsmanship with me just now." take it out……"

Huaian's eyes flickered slightly, his downcast eyes turned pale, and he looked unbelievable: "Junior Sister, you..."

Fu Sheng looked down at the boy's pale face, and was slightly silent.

Ling Bo didn't want Huai'an to continue talking, so he cut him off decisively: "Second Senior Brother, why didn't you take out your sword just now? You know very well that I could easily hurt you if I do."

Does this mean that he is slandering her?Huaian's eyes flashed.

This Ling Bo is smarter than he imagined, but unfortunately... she still failed to be defeated by her little cleverness.

Immortal Fusheng has lived for hundreds of years. Although he is simple-minded, he is not stupid. Just by looking at Huai'an's expression and the hostility on Ling Bo before, he can guess most of it. No matter how much the other party argues, in his heart, Ling Bo has already become the representative of the deepest scheming in his mind.

And this is what Huaian wants.

Once the opponent became wary, it would be difficult for Ling Bo to attack.

Huai'an lowered his eyelids, pushed away Fu Sheng's support, and landed in front of Ling Bo by himself, looking at her arrogant eyebrows, as if struggling for something, but in the end all the struggle and helplessness turned into sighs in his mouth.

His expression was complicated, and he closed his eyes full of determination and coldness.

"Junior Sister, I can indulge you to do anything, but I will never allow you to slander me like this." Huai'an said, "You know that I..."

He hesitated to speak, with tears in his eyes, Ling Bo was slightly taken aback, and his face changed drastically.

She never expected that Huai'an was even more scheming than herself!However, just when she was about to refute, Immortal Fusheng who was floating in the air shouted coldly: "Enough!"

"Go away now!?"

For some reason, Immortal Fusheng's voice was a bit more hostile.

Ling Bo's pupils shrank, and before he had time to speak, Immortal Fusheng pushed her down the mountain with a flick of his sleeves, and turned to look at Huai'an.

He stretched out his hand to hold Huai'an's wrist, pursed his lips without saying a word, and directly carried the man to the top of the mountain, until he reached his own cave.

Huai An's face was pale, trembling all over, a pair of pure eyes glowed faintly red, his nose was flushed red by the cold wind from the top of the mountain, like a timid rabbit.

He tightened Huai'an's wrist, and said coldly: "From now on, you will live here."

Huai'an was slightly taken aback, and stammered: "Master, master, I..."

"Your cultivation base is too weak, and you can't even catch your junior sister's move. From now on, you will practice here." Fu Sheng said lightly, let go of his hand, and saw him retracting his hand in the lowered eyes, while rubbing it. With a slightly red wrist, she carefully peeked at herself.

He endured it, and finally he still held back the discomfort in his heart, and said lightly: "I will practice better in the future, and don't worry about other people."

"I will ask someone to bring your resources up for you in the future, and you will never go down the mountain again."

Huai'an's face was pale, and his eyes showed some disbelief: "Master, master, are you imprisoning me?"

Immortal Fusheng didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he remained silent.

Seeing this, Huai'an showed a wry smile, knelt down to salute with his eyes downcast, kowtowed seriously, and said, "Disciple... I would like to follow Master's instruction."

For some reason, Fu Sheng suddenly had a bad feeling.

But he couldn't interfere with Huai'an's cultivation, so he had to give some instructions, and then went to a newly dug cave near his cave.

That hole was unintentionally dug out when he was practicing swords in the past, but now it has become a place for him to retreat and practice. Fusheng's eyes were a little complicated, and he glanced back at Huai'an who was still standing there.

He just stood in the white snow, Huai'an was wearing a dark black robe, with a high hair crown, the sadness between his brows and eyes was thick, and his eyes were dazed and confused.

He stood there with red lips and white teeth, as if there were countless traces of sorrow hitting his heart fiercely.

Fusheng's fingertips trembled, he quickly closed his eyes and stepped into the cave, the restlessness in his heart became more and more intense, the moment he just closed the cave, his lips were suddenly stained with blood.

Huai'an watched the young man close the cave, and then reached out to catch the snowflakes from the sky.

The pure white snow gradually melted in the palm of his hand, and the cold touch made his mind more rational and clear.

The system hugged itself with both hands and nestled in the corner of the system space, looking at Huai's quiet and silent appearance, a little scared.

Huai'an suddenly hooked the corners of his lips, instantly clearing away the sadness and confusion between his brows and eyes, but for a moment, his face was full of evil.

He chuckled lightly and said: "It's no wonder that it's Immortal Lord Fusheng, after all this, he can still pretend."

The system asked in a daze, "My lord, what happened to him?"

Huai An withdrew his hand, and lightly tapped the center of his lips with his fingertips. Yubai's fingertips moved around the bright red lips, showing a coquettish look.

"Look at his favorability, you will know."

He really has never been in such a happy mood as today.

When the system opened the favorability score, he was stunned: "Big, big, sir...how did he, he, his favorability become 100 all of a sudden!?"

Huai'an stepped into the cave with a smile on his lips, but his eyes were slightly cold: "Because...he's moved."

"Oh? Really? But his favorability has dropped again!! What a mess! How did it drop?" The system was startled.

Huai'an turned his eyes and smiled lightly, "Because...he is trying to forget."

But...is this possible?

Putting one's beloved apprentice in front of one's eyes, peeking at it day and night, even a saint may not be able to achieve true peace of mind, let alone him?

From the very beginning, the moment Immortal Fusheng decided to take him to the top of the mountain, he had already lost.