"So..." Liu Guang patted her soft shoulders with a long and arduous journey: "You have talent than others, study hard, and improve every day. In less than a few years, you can definitely beat that little pepper down."

"Puff!" Qianyin's eyes rolled and she shone with light: "You are teaching me to be a bad guy!"

"To treat someone's body with the way of others is called justified self-defense."

"What if I can't beat Hongzhuang in a few years?"

"Then you jump into my alchemy training furnace and let me practice."

“…”

Liuguang smiled with his lips. In the dark night, he was like a beautiful poppy flower, charming and unlimited charm.

Looking at her round face, she was about to stretch out her hand to pinch it, and after the palace gate, Chonghua's cold voice suddenly sounded.

"Qianyin."

He paused, and his happy smile immediately brought a little haze. Looking at Chonghua who had reached behind Qianyin silently, he sneered, his expression full of disdain.

"Okay, Qianyin, then I'll leave." He pinched Qianyin's face: "Practice well and stop being bullied."

He glanced at Chonghua, who had a expressionless face, and said coldly: "Hmph, the entire immortal sect, I don't think of you as arrogant as you look the most!"

"Master..." Liuguang has long disappeared, Qianyin stamped his feet: "Master is not so noble, it's obviously very good!"

The sky is dark blue, and a galaxy is hanging above my head.

Qianyin quietly looked at his master. From beginning to end, he had no expression on his face, no joy, sorrow and anger.

She secretly touched the whipped scars on her body and took a breath. Her cheeks still hurt a little, so she tried to pretend that nothing happened.

"Come in with me."

Chonghua looked at her slightly red and swollen cheeks thoughtfully, said lightly, and turned around and walked into the hall.

She followed him carefully, pulling her dress in a hurry, fearing that he would see the wounds on her body.

Under the bright lights, Chonghua stood in her room in a long robe with moon white and ground.

Qianyin stepped into the door with her back foot. Seeing this, her heart skipped a beat and hurriedly greeted her: "Master, you... aren't you resting so late?"

"Kneel down."

“Master…”

"I'm going to ask you to kneel down."

Qianyin knelt on the ground, twisting her sleeves with her hands and feeling uneasy.

Could it be that Elder Yue complained to his master? Or did he not tell his master to make him unhappy?

She thought to herself, and her heart became more and more uneasy.

Chonghua was disappointed: "Tell me, what did you do in the treasure hall today? Why did you go to that place if you don't go there?"

Qianyin's face suddenly turned pale, and her eyes were stinged by the disappointment in his eyes: "Did Elder Yue tell his master that I'm going there to steal something? Even the master doesn't believe that I'm not a thief?"

“…”

The whip on his body was burning pain at this moment, Qianyin choked, and the crisp sound seemed to be covered with sand: "Qianyin is a beggar, but Qianyin knows what can be done and what cannot be done. Master, I didn't go stealing, I just got lost and couldn't find the way and was taken in by a good-looking brother. He took the thing and forced it into my hand to frame me!"

Chonghua half-squatted down, stretched out her palm as crystal as white jade, and held her wrist in her hand. Her voice became clearer and more melodious, but Qianyin felt hot in her heart: "Do you recognize Mo Zixiu?"

“…Master?”

"Can you recognize it?"

"Acknowledge, recognize."

"Remember to mention him to you, my master? Mo Zixiu, the Demon Lord."

"……yes."

"Where did you come from this ink silk?"

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Ang~Monman wrote the automatic publication time to the 13th, so it was late to update...
Chapter completed!