[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

Fu Sheng's eyes were not on her from the beginning.

Realizing this, the thick black mist from Jingli Xianjun's brows and eyes gradually emerged. She stood up slowly as if struggling to defend herself, but from the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the suspicious eyes of the disciples around her, lips flapping. Trembling slightly.

Her consciousness and rationality slowly returned, and she endured for a moment, suppressing the boiling devilish energy in her heart, and a bloodstain slowly fell from the corner of her lips.

The disciples didn't know why, but the female disciple who picked up the photo stone ran to Xianjun Jingli and supported her in a small step.

"Master, are you okay? Did the demon hurt you again?"

Immortal Jingli stared sideways at the female disciple. There was a little worry on her delicate face, as if the figure in the photo stone appeared unintentionally. At this moment, she could still see a little guilt and cowardice in the other's eyes.

She put her hand on the female disciple, and looked at Immortal Fusheng: "Immortal Fusheng, I overstepped, I... I'm sorry."

Immortal Fusheng frowned slightly, with the corners of his eyes raised between the tip of his brows, cold and reckless.

"Jingli Xianjun, since you haven't got rid of the demons in your heart, don't come out to make trouble again."

Jingli held her breath between her chest and couldn't explode, she endured it, and saluted softly: "...Yes, thank you Xianjun for reminding me."

She eventually left.

Before all the disciples could gossip, she took her disciples away in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, the ice crystal-like forest seemed to be missing a little pink news. Many disciples saw that there was no more fun to watch, and wanted to leave, but one Seeing the cold and indifferent Fusheng Xianjun, he had no choice but to swallow his old tears—who told you to gossip?

Now it's all right, it's not good to go, it's not good to not go.

Many disciples looked at each other, not knowing what to do, but Huai'an suddenly stood up, his face was a little timid and pale, and his voice was so small that everyone could hear: "Brothers and sisters, why are you here? Is there something important to do?"

The eyes of the disciples lit up, and one of the disciples immediately said: "Yes, yes, we are going...to find the crane at the Great Elder's house."

"Yes, yes, the crane from the great elder's house was lost for a day, so we are here to look for it."

"That's right."

Huai'an's hand was broken, and his face was very pale, but he still saluted as if nothing had happened, and the arm that had just been raised at an angle was suddenly caught by Fu Sheng.

Huaian, who didn't seem to have reacted, subconsciously glanced at Immortal Fusheng.

Immortal Fusheng's eyebrows were clear, his deep eyes reflected his figure alone, his fingers were cold, when he grabbed his arm, Huai'an could feel a cold air entering his body, and he began to stiffen When he got up, even the expression on his face froze for a moment, and then he heard Fu Sheng's cold voice.

"If you have something to do, then go away."

The disciples immediately ran away with their tails between their legs as if they were holding an imperial decree.

Within a few breaths, the originally crowded forest was emptied a lot, and Ling Bo left early when he saw that the situation was not good. Only Lin'an, Huai'an, and Fusheng Xianjun were left in the entire forest.

Lin'an glanced at Huai'an's grasped arm, lowered his head and walked to Fusheng to salute: "Disciple pays homage to master."

Fu Sheng remained silent, staring at the expression on Huai An's face seriously, never letting go of a single bit.

Huai An's body was very stiff, probably resisting him, he clenched his fingers, and comforted him in a low voice: "Just bear with it."

He lowered his head and saw Huai'an's snow-white and tender ears, his slender and delicate neck, and the texture lines hidden under the fabric.

Immortal Fusheng's breath was suffocated, his lips were pursed, and the expression on his face became colder and colder.

Even the spiritual power that healed in Huai'an's body was a little bit cold, causing Huai'an to shudder unconsciously, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes were red and moist, like soft rabbits.

Delicate and weak.

Lin'an raised his head and saw Huai'an's expression of crying and laughing, his whole body was stiff and his fingertips trembled slightly.

He saw Fusheng lowered his head, the pink lips were only a little distance away from his ears, the tall young figure enveloped the young man's thin body, obviously he was just grabbing the other's arm, but he looked like Hugging the boy.

He saw the fear and patience hidden in the expression on the young man's face. His red eyes looked pink and cute like a rabbit, but he was far more beautiful than that kind of creature.

He saw that Fu Sheng's downcast eyes glanced at him with a little impatience, that kind of eyes looking at garbage, which shocked people's heart.

Such a young man who has already reached the peak of the altar does not seem to realize that he has been dragged down the clouds and into the abyss.

Lin'an watched with a chill in his heart, and looked at Huai'an in a daze.

"Second Junior Brother, are you living with Master now?"

Huai An lowered his head and whispered: "Yes."

Lin'an's chest seemed to be pressed by a huge stone, he was silent for a while, and then he seemed to inadvertently ask: "Have you studied your homework seriously recently?"

"Of course there are, senior brother, don't worry, I have never forgotten a morning lesson." The boy raised his head, his eyes shining like bright gems.

Fu Sheng exerted force unconsciously with his fingertips, Huai An immediately gasped, and subconsciously wanted to cover his arm.

"I will test all his homework in the future, so you don't need to worry about it." Fu Sheng glanced at Lin'an, and said indifferently: "If you have nothing to do, you can practice well, and don't be passive and sabotage."

Lin'an lowered his eyes and responded: "The master said so."

But God knows, he has never missed any morning class, nor has he ever missed a practice session.

Lin'an raised his head and watched Fusheng take Huai'an away. Before Huai'an left, his eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of tulle, lightly passing over his cheeks, stroking the ends of his hair, and flirting with each other. There was a turmoil in his heart.

Huai An stood quietly beside Fu Sheng, lowered his head and did not speak, but in fact he had already had a heated chat with System 101 in the system space.

"The way Immortal Jingli left when he left just now made me laugh so hard hahaha!" The system gloated and said, "My lord, if you really don't make a move, let the other party KO directly as soon as you make a move! Don't be so happy haha Haha! By the way, my lord, are you so sure that the photo stone before can release sound images?"

Huai'an replied lazily from the bottom of his heart: "I can't."

"No, can't!?" The system was shocked, "But... Isn't the Photo Stone activated in the end? Didn't you activate it?"

"How could I? It would be nice to be able to leave the imprint of my own spiritual consciousness across such a long distance. I still want to activate the picture stone? You are probably thinking too much. I didn't activate the picture stone, but the one just now. ...A female disciple hidden in the crowd, if I guess correctly from memory, that person should be the sixth disciple under Immortal Jingli, Qiao Anyun."