The disciple looked at him with a puzzled look. The uncle Lian seemed to be a little lively two days ago. They thought that the uncle had changed his nature, but they didn't expect that he would regain this sarcastic spirit today.
Looks like.
The disciple did not dare to delay and turned around and ran away.
Lianshuchi slowly found the poison scripture that Feng Xiliu wanted, then closed the door of the library and headed towards the Thousand-Piano Mall...
Qianchi Banner is not far from the library, just bypassing a small hill.
It is suspended on three sides, with white clouds lingering under the stage, and the scenery is quiet and dangerous, making it a very beautiful place.
Feng Xiliu and Di Yuqi often enjoy the scenery and compete here, so it is not surprising that he will wait for people here.
At this moment, Feng Xiliu was standing in front of the railing and looking into the distance. A rising sun in the distance reflects half of the sky red, making it beautiful.
A breeze blew past behind, and the tree pond floated to the ground, bowing to Feng Xiliu: "Young Master, the book you want." He presented it with both hands.
Feng Xiliu turned around slowly, his eyes swept across Lianshu Pool, and he frowned faintly. The Lianshu Pool today seemed to be much more sloppy again, no different from his usual self.
Unlike when Qiqi was looking for a book yesterday, he was as clean and square as a freshly baked bread.
His attitude seemed to be much more respectful than yesterday, and the demon master's disguise technique was getting higher and higher!
"Lianshu Pond, you have to kneel down when you see me. Have you forgotten?" Feng Xiliu raised her eyebrows, her voice neither cold nor hot.
Lianshuchi seemed to be stunned, a hint of confusion flashed across his face, and he reached out to scratch his scalp: "Subor...Subor..." Why doesn't he remember this rule?
"What's wrong?" Feng Xiliu glanced at him sideways.
Lianshuchi had a staggered neck: "The young master once told me that only in formal occasions would I ask my subordinates to kneel down and pay my respects. Usually, I just need to give a gift!"
Feng Xiliu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked him up and down.
This stubborn and bull-like personality is no different from his usual ones. It seems that the demon lord has studied this Continuous Tree Pond thoroughly!
Feng Xiliu remained silent: "I set the rules and can naturally be modified. Why? Don't you worship?"
He just wanted to make things difficult for this Demon Lord. Isn’t this man willing to pretend to be a disciple of Luojia Mountain? It would be nice to take the opportunity to humiliate him!
He wanted to see if the dignified Demon Lord would salute him!
A hint of surprise flashed across the Lianshu Pond, and he paused, and actually fell to his knees: "Since that's the case, then I will pay homage to the young master."
He raised the book in his hand high above his head: "The little book is the most important one."
A hint of surprise flashed in Feng Xiliu's eyes. He took the book casually, suddenly retreated, and smiled coldly: "Mo Tianya, you don't have to pretend!"
As the wind sounded around, five rays of light flashed one after another, and the five colors spread like water waves. A light shield quickly formed around the Lianshu Pond, covering it in the middle.
Lianshuchi was shocked. When he looked around, he saw Yun Yin Lianyue, Master Lianyu, He Jinyu, Mo Liu, and Zisanghewan, five uncles, who appeared together, each emitted a wave of light, and collided in the air to form a five-color.
Light cover...
"Master! Uncle Master?" Lian Shuchi looked at the five people blankly, and finally fell on Master Lianyu: "Master, what...what does this mean?"
Master Lianyu snorted coldly: "Mo Tianya, you don't have to pretend to be garlic!"