"Zhenyi."

Qu Xiaojue stepped forward and held Liu Zhenying's wrist. Looking from her point of view, there was sarcasm in the corners of his eyes and brows: "Don't dirty your hands with these things, just leave the rest to me."

Of course she is willing.

She didn't know what Qu Xiaojue was going to do to Tu Mo next. The only thing she knew was...

The master was angry.

Just after she was brought back to the temple by Senior Brother Tan.

The master immediately drew dust on himself. Baoxiang's stern face was almost distorted after hearing that she had killed thirteen people, and his voice was almost squeezed out of his throat: "You give me the old man."

You must kneel down in front of the Patriarch, and you are not allowed to get up until you have knelt down enough to burn a stick of incense."

A stick of incense.

Liu Zhenying didn't know how Master made incense that could burn for five hours.

Even if Qu Xiaojue wanted to accompany her, the master refused and arranged for him to do other things after meeting him alone.

What exactly it is, Liu Zhenying doesn’t know.

Time passed bit by bit, and after he finished chanting the sutra for the hundredth time, Liu Zhenying stretched out his hand and knocked on his numb legs, and looked up at the completely dark night outside, with sparse stars hanging next to the moon.

, only the orange street lights are left in the view, emitting a soft light.

"You deserve it. Who told you to make my dad angry?"

A sarcastic voice came through the night.

The movement of tapping his calf did not stop. Liu Zhenying raised his eyes and looked out the door, and saw a tall figure standing outside the door. When facing her, the clean and handsome eyebrows were filled with cool mockery as always, but

I just took off my usual suit and put on my Taoist robe.

Nan Feng looked at her blank expression and frowned: "What? I haven't seen you for a few days. Junior sister doesn't recognize me anymore?"

"You and I are not from the same sect, so you can't call me junior sister."

"Liu Zhenying." Nan Feng gritted his teeth: "My father has found me back, why can't I call you junior sister?"

"Master did not accept you as his disciple."

"good."

Nan Feng took a deep breath, leaned back and leaned against the door frame. Even though he was wearing a Taoist robe, he was not as peaceful as he should be. He bit her name: "Liu Zhenying, you have caused me so much misery, and you still have the nerve to come back."

?”

"Whether I can come back or not is up to Master, not you."

Liu Zhenying gave him a strange look. After his legs and feet were no longer so numb, he stood up from the futon and said impatiently: "What's the matter with you? Just tell me directly. If it's okay, I'll go back and rest."

Already."

With that said, she raised her feet and prepared to pass by him.

But he blocked the door of the incense room again.

She couldn't tell what Nan Feng's face was like, especially when Liu Zhenying was tired. She was too lazy to tell. She just looked at him and looked displeased. She clenched her big palms hanging by her sides.

Word by word: "My dad already knows what you tortured me back then. You'd better think carefully about how to..." Explain to him.

Before he finished speaking, she frowned in confusion: "I tortured you? When did I torture you?"

She doesn't remember anything?

Nan Feng's face changed with anger: "It wasn't you who made me suffer so much pain in the first place? Is it the same time every day, making me roll all over in pain?"

"Oh, that's what you're talking about."

"Shouldn't you apologize to me?"
Chapter completed!