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

In the early morning of the second day, the deep and distant bell sounded from the top of Kunlun, and all the disciples of the inner sect had to go to Lingyun Peak to watch Lu Yao receive his punishment together.

Everyone has arrived at [-], and the person concerned has just opened his eyes.

Putting on the treasure given by Pei Yiming, sitting in front of the mirror and combing her hair, humming a mess of little tunes happily.

Suddenly a chill rose up his spine, and he shivered rarely.

hiss.

His hands trembled, and he accidentally pulled a few strands of hair down and caught them between the teeth of the comb.

He bowed his head in thought and came to a conclusion.

"It seems that Kunlun is still too cold."

Decided to chop some firewood for myself.

At this time, seven or eight people came outside the door. They were the craftsmen who were looking for yesterday. He hurried out and pointed to Yu Yin's room: "This is right here. Just change it according to the blueprint I gave you. You must move quickly."

"Come on, Xianjun, don't worry."

Lu Yao snapped his fingers while arranging his clothes. It had been a long time since he heard someone call him Xianjun. His lips were slightly curved and he was in a good mood.

Stepping briskly, rushed to Lingyun Peak.

On the way, she met two small dumplings. Qin Shuang was holding two buns, and in the other hand was holding a water bag, which she was passing to Yu Yin.

When Lu Yao saw it, he immediately stepped forward, like a kindergarten teacher: "What a coincidence, two children~"

"Ah, uncle!" Qin Shuang looked surprised.

Yu Yin swallowed the steamed stuffed bun in his mouth unhurriedly, and then called him Master.

When Yu Yin usually gets up, he has to go down the mountain to fetch water first, so that he and Lu Yao can have water, so he can't catch up with breakfast every day.

Qin Shuang will take it first, and the two eat slowly on the way to class.

Pei Yiming was ready to eat at any time, and he could have supper if he was hungry when he went back at night, but Yu Yin could only stay until dawn if he was hungry, Lu Yao would not care about him.

Lu Yao looked at Qin Shuang's pink and round face, feeling more and more unhappy.

"Are you going to school for class?"

Qin Shuang raised his head: "No, everyone in Kunlun today must go to see the master's uncle being tortured. In order to warn the disciples, they must obediently abide by the school rules."

Lu Yao: "..."

Isn't it right, don't you save any face for him?

How can you behave in front of your children after this?

"Isn't Master still going? It's already too late."

Lu Yao came back to his senses, and sighed resignedly: "You two little Douding walk on your legs, when will you get there?"

As he said that, he bent down and wanted to hug them up, as if sensing his intention, the two of them jumped away together as if they had sensed it, avoiding Lu Yao's hand.

He bent over in embarrassment: "...I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to leave."

Yu Yin was expressionless: "Master, don't worry, we can do it."

Qin Shuang hid behind him, grabbed Yu Yin's sleeve, and looked at Lu Yao defensively with a pair of eyes.

It was supposed to start a long time ago, but it took a lot of time to fetch water, so it was delayed until now.

There was resentment in their eyes, and they didn't know who it was because of.

Lu Yao doesn't know how to read minds, but he is very patient with children.

They have small arms and legs, and they can't twist themselves.

Thinking of this, he bent down again and hugged Qin Shuang first, but Yu Yin wanted to run away, but Lu Yao stretched out his hand to grab her, and neither of them could break free.

He coaxed softly: "Be good, be good, if you fall in a while, you will be smashed into meatloaf."

Yu Yin turned his head away, remained silent, and looked at the mountain peaks passing by him quickly.

Qin Shuang looked down at the cloud-shrouded Kunlun, and swallowed in fear.

Uncle Master is not lying, it will really turn into a meatloaf if it falls.

"Lu Yao usually has no rules. I didn't expect to do such a thing. It would embarrass our Kunlun."

"This is Lu Yao."

"For the sake of a man, Tangtang Xianjun doesn't want face or face."

"That's right, even Palace Master Leng said that kind of thing, yet he can still put on a shy face as if nothing happened."

"What did you scold Lu Yao for? I couldn't see it with my own eyes last time, tell me quickly."

……

Almost all the disciples gathered together, and the play hadn't started yet, so they could only use Lu Yao's after-dinner conversation material to chatter and kill time.

The four hall masters sat at the top, the elders of each peak sat at the bottom, and the disciples stood neatly in the open space.

"Could it be that you are afraid? Escaping is not a good way to solve the problem."

Leng Huanqing took a sip of tea, put down the cup and spoke, his tone was full of blame, both to the head and Lu Yao.

Pei Yiming used a sound transmission talisman to ask Lu Yao where he was before answering him: "I trust Xiao Qi."

Hearing his answer like this, Leng Huanqing just smiled and didn't comment.

When Wei Zeming crushed the teacup in his hand, he was so angry that Lu Yao would not live up to it, fearing that he wanted to go back on his word, and then he was cold and cold, with a strange air of yin and yang.

Suddenly, a crisp, but somewhat lazy voice sounded.

"Sorry, I'm late."