[Wearing the Book] Sick Beauty Master Respects He Refuses to Be Cannon Fodder

Yu Yin raised his eyelids and looked at them lightly: "Why, didn't you get beaten enough yesterday?"

Lu Yao was startled. Hearing this, could it be that those people suffered more than his own cubs?

Leng Huanqing also turned her head and frowned at him.

Lu Yao absolutely believed that the two cubs would not cause trouble first: "Look again, look again..."

"Lu Xing, if you are inferior to others, you have to learn how to tuck your tail and swagger in a shameful way. When you have real skills, come out again!"

Lu Xing is the child who takes the lead.

They came to make trouble yesterday, and when Lu Xing swung his sword, Yu Yin blocked it without using much spiritual power. Unexpectedly, Lu Xing's sword was actually split in two.

Lu Xing was furious.

He already hated Lu Yao, even Yu Yin.

But when he saw Yu Yin's sword yesterday, the jealousy in his heart ignited.

How could he have such a spirit sword? How could a shameless person like Lu Yao be so generous.

Most of the people practiced under the teacher of the school, only a small group of people like Qin Shuang and Yu Yin were selected from the beginning and accepted as disciples.

Although everyone looked down on Lu Yao, he was still a palace master.

Miscellaneous, mixed with envy, jealousy, and disdain, these people's attitudes towards Lu Yao and Yu Yin have always been very repulsive.

After Lu Xingjian was broken yesterday, the children behind him swarmed up, beating Yu Yin and gaining the upper hand.

Everyone is an ordinary wooden sword, so why is he the only one doing something special.

Just because Yu Yin, who has just started practicing, is equipped with such a good weapon?

Lu Xing said: "Yu Yin, where did you steal this sword from!"

Yu Yin frowned, it turned out that he was planning this idea.

"Given by the master."

Lu Xing said angrily: "You fart! Lu Yao will give it to you? You used to look like a beggar every day, isn't it because he doesn't care about you?"

"Who are you to lie to by saying such things?"

"Lu Yao is shameless, as his apprentice, you really have learned the truth, and you are shameless!"

Qin Shuang rushed forward: "You are not allowed to speak of Master Uncle like that, he is now the best Master in the world!"

Pei Yiming happened to be walking along the path when he was invisible, and when he heard his words, he stopped suddenly, and lowered his head slightly to reflect on himself.

Did Qin Shuang not take good care of her somewhere?

Then I saw Lu Yao standing aside, so I walked over so that he could see me.

"Miaomiao, what are you doing here?"

Lu Yao: "..."

Is his invisibility hiding his loneliness?

How anyone can see it.

Leng Huanqing also showed his figure in front of him: "Brother."

"Huanqing is here too? You two...?"

Lu Yao hissed, and pointed to a group of children over there who were at war with swords.The three of them quieted down and watched their next developments.

Lu Xing snorted: "Come on, Lu Yao has completely embarrassed Kunlun, and you are still boasting."

"This kind of person is not worthy of staying in Kunlun, the master Leng is the most powerful person, and he must not be stained by Lu Yao.

You ask the people present, is there anyone willing to worship Lu Yao as a teacher?We are all here for Palace Master Leng! "

Yu Yin clenched her small fists.

Lu Yao was indeed full of shortcomings in the past, but now he takes care of himself meticulously.

Whether this master is good or not, it should not be judged by others.

This was also the reason why Yu Yin and the others were unwilling to tell Lu Yao.

Anyone who hears others scolding themselves like this will not be in a good mood.

He said in a deep voice: "My master, I don't allow you to slander me."

Both Yu Yin and Qin Shuang showed animal postures, their tails slowly wagging, and they roared in a low voice.

This is a warning before the beasts attack.

But in Lu Yao's ears, it's sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..

The two sides pulled out their swords, and the moment they collided, the surroundings suddenly stopped.

Three people appeared in the center, lightly grasping the blade of his sword with their fingers.

Lu Yao patted the heads of the two cubs: "Fighting and fighting, this is not a good boy."

"Master." Before Yu Yin could figure out the situation, as soon as the words fell, Lu Yao knelt down and put his arms around them.

"Sect Leader, Master Leng!"

Seeing them, a group of children's legs were weak, and the swords in their hands could not be held firmly.

Pei Yiming put his hands behind his back: "Everyone stand up for me!"

One by one, they immediately stood in two rows like quails, their hair lowered and trembling.

He put his hands behind his back: "I heard what you just said, who is so bold! To spread such rumors and slander my majestic Palace Master of Kunlun."

"Who taught you again, shouting one by one!"

Lu Xing was full of regrets in his heart, he was originally taking advantage of the verbal prestige.

Who taught it?

Does this still need to be taught?Kunlun scolded everywhere, as long as it is an individual, everyone knows Lu Yao's virtue.

But he didn't dare to talk back to Pei Yiming.

Lu Yao turned around and said, "I will take responsibility for what I have done. If you have any dissatisfaction, just direct it at me."

"Yu Yin did nothing wrong, he shouldn't bear the infamy and bullying."

Lu Xing was outraged, how could Lu Yao still have the face to criticize others.

"You just said that you want to worship me as a teacher?" Leng Huan said coldly, and Lu Xing thought that he also agreed with what he said.

He raised his head and said excitedly: "Yes! We all want to worship under your sect."

"But why should I accept you? Is it worth it?"

The smiles of the children all froze on their faces, and they were so embarrassed that they wanted to dig into the ground.

Lu Yao tugged at his sleeve: "Xiao Ba Junior Brother..."

Leng Huanqing lowered his head and looked at him, turned away in a hurry, and continued: "As disciples of Kunlun, we should help each other and improve each other, instead of attacking our fellow disciples."

"When I was young, the sect master personally taught me swordsmanship, and the seventh brother would also hold my hand and take me to the back mountain to catch butterflies."

"What you are doing today is completely distorting the facts."

He looked at the children in front of him: "So, what I said and did just now was wrong, and I don't want to see it again in the future."

"If you want to join my sect, then let me see your efforts and changes."

Lu Xing and the others finally came to their senses.

It turned out that idols didn't hate them!

"We must change! We must help each other and be brothers in the same school!"

Hearing what he said, Lu Yao touched his nose guiltily.

Good guy, if he hadn't been beaten by Leng Huanqing before, he would almost believe it.

Yu Yin raised his head from his arms, his eyes were somewhat resentful.

Master, why... take everyone to catch butterflies.

Then a group of children ran over and surrounded Lu Yao and the others.

"Master Lu, we were the ones who were bad before, I'm sorry!"

"Qin Shuang, Yu Yin, I'm sorry!"

Lu Yao looked at the two cubs in his arms and asked them what they thought.

Yu Yin shook his head lightly, as long as they apologized, they wouldn't bother to care about it, and Lu Yao wouldn't be as knowledgeable as a child.

Children are just blank slates, they can learn as adults teach them.

It seems that he has to slowly change the impression of up and down.

"Master Lu, we really know we were wrong, please don't be angry."

They bowed at ninety degrees, and Lu Yao put his hand on the back of Lu Xing's head and patted it.

"Since you know your mistake, then it's all right."

"Just remember, there will never be a next time."

His family's little Yin'er was seriously injured, his heart ached to death.

Yu Yin frowned and looked at his hand, and rubbed against Lu Yao's shoulder: "Master, my hand hurts..."

Sure enough, Master's attention was all diverted.

Ask him softly if he has pulled the wound.