The familiar facial expressions were no longer familiar, and the look he looked at her was downright indifferent.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice as magnetic and sweet as ever, with a hint of alienation and coldness.
"I...disciple came to see the master." Wu Jiuzi replied, his voice was very calm, but there was a hint of tremor that was not easily noticeable.
She kept standing upright, her bright eyes falling on Fengjian Liuxiang without even blinking.
It's him, it's really him, no one is pretending to be him.
Although his face is a little pale, the temperament around him is something that no one can imitate.
"Is this your etiquette for visiting Master?" Fengjian Liuxiang looked at her indifferently, her eyes as dark as night.
Etiquette? Etiquette for visiting Master?
Wu Jiuzi's slightly sluggish brain spun around.
Er, yes, when you meet the Master, you have to kneel down and pay your respects.
Fengjian Liuxiang has always been exempted from these common etiquette, and she has never been asked to kneel down. Now she finally brought it up...
She lowered her eyes and slowly knelt down: "Disciple pays homage to Master." She bowed her head and kowtowed.
About ten petals were hit on her body. She was already in pain from scratching her heart and liver, but this activity made the pain even worse.
Her face was pale, and cold sweat slid down her forehead.
She kowtows meticulously and in a standard manner, without any moisture in her movements.
Fengjian Liuxiang looked at her lightly, said nothing, and watched her kowtow.
His face had an unmoving expression, but the tips of the fingers holding the flute were slightly white.
It wasn't until she finished kowtowing that he raised his hand slightly. The petals on Wu Jiuzi's body seemed to be activated by an inexplicable force. They popped out automatically, spun slowly in the air, and turned into fly ash...
Naturally, there was another kind of pain involved in pulling out the petals. Wu Jiuzi might have been numb from the pain, but he still didn't say a word, biting his lips tightly and not moving.
Fengjian Liuxiang flicked her fingertips, and a small bottle of green light flew into her hand.
Wu Jiuzi followed passively, and Liuxiang's voice sounded like flowing water in the wind: "This is your punishment for forcing your way through the mountain gate. For the sake of your piety, I will not care about you as a teacher. This medicine will be applied on the petal wounds."
It will heal on its own.”
It turns out that he really started this mountain-protecting flower formation...
It was his punishment for her——
Wu Jiuzi clenched the vial in her hand, as if something was about to burst in her heart, and then spread throughout her body, the pain was unstoppable.
She was still kneeling there, and the fragrance in the wind didn't make her get up.
Blood slowly gushed out from where the petal had been hit, smearing on her light blue shirt, and another drop fell to the ground...
"Master."
"Master."
Two calls came from the door, and Yan Ruxue and Lan Zichen ran in and knelt on the ground: "Master, she insisted on forcing her way in, and we couldn't stop her..."
"I don't blame you, get up." Fengjian Liuxiang's voice was still light, but her tone was much softer.
It can be seen that these two apprentices are very close to his heart, and he can't bear to have them kneeling.
Yan Ruxue and Lan Zichen stood up when they heard the sound, ran to Fengjian Liuxiang and stood next to them. One on the left and one on the right, like the golden boy and girl beside Guanyin in the painting.……………………
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I recommend Dong Midi's book "Arms Emperor Concubine: A Good-for-Nothing Concubine Too Arrogant" and it's really him!
The familiar facial expressions were no longer familiar, and the look he looked at her was downright indifferent.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice as magnetic and sweet as ever, with a hint of alienation and coldness.
"I...disciple came to see the master." Wu Jiuzi replied, his voice was very calm, but there was a hint of tremor that was not easily noticeable.
She kept standing upright, her bright eyes falling on Fengjian Liuxiang without even blinking.
It's him, it's really him, no one is pretending to be him.
Although his face is a little pale, the temperament around him is something that no one can imitate.
"Is this your etiquette for visiting Master?" Fengjian Liuxiang looked at her indifferently, her eyes as dark as night.
Etiquette? Etiquette for visiting Master?
Wu Jiuzi's slightly sluggish brain spun around.
Er, yes, when you meet the Master, you have to kneel down and pay your respects.
Fengjian Liuxiang has always been exempted from these common etiquette, and she has never been asked to kneel down. Now she finally brought it up...
She lowered her eyes and slowly knelt down: "Disciple pays homage to Master." She bowed her head and kowtowed.
About ten petals were hit on her body. She was already in pain from scratching her heart and liver, but this activity made the pain even worse.
Her face was pale, and cold sweat slid down her forehead.
She kowtows meticulously and in a standard manner, without any moisture in her movements.
Fengjian Liuxiang looked at her lightly, said nothing, and watched her kowtow.
His face had an unmoving expression, but the tips of the fingers holding the flute were slightly white.
It wasn't until she finished kowtowing that he raised his hand slightly. The petals on Wu Jiuzi's body seemed to be activated by an inexplicable force. They popped out automatically, spun slowly in the air, and turned into fly ash...
Naturally, there was another kind of pain involved in pulling out the petals. Wu Jiuzi might have been numb from the pain, but he still didn't say a word, biting his lips tightly and not moving.
Fengjian Liuxiang flicked her fingertips, and a small bottle of green light flew into her hand.
Wu Jiuzi followed passively, and Liuxiang's voice sounded like flowing water in the wind: "This is your punishment for forcing your way through the mountain gate. For the sake of your piety, I will not care about you as a teacher. This medicine will be applied on the petal wounds."
It will heal on its own.”
It turns out that he really started this mountain-protecting flower formation...
It was his punishment for her——
Wu Jiuzi clenched the vial in her hand, as if something was about to burst in her heart, and then spread throughout her body, the pain was unstoppable.
She was still kneeling there, and the fragrance in the wind didn't make her get up.
Blood slowly gushed out from where the petal had been hit, smearing on her light blue shirt, and another drop fell to the ground...
"Master."
"Master."
Two calls came from the door, and Yan Ruxue and Lan Zichen ran in and knelt on the ground: "Master, she insisted on forcing her way in, and we couldn't stop her..."
"I don't blame you, get up." Fengjian Liuxiang's voice was still light, but her tone was much softer.
It can be seen that these two apprentices are very close to his heart, and he can't bear to have them kneeling.
Yan Ruxue and Lan Zichen stood up when they heard the sound, ran to Fengjian Liuxiang and stood next to them. One on the left and one on the right, like the golden boy and girl beside Guanyin in the painting.……………………
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I recommend Dong Midi's book "Arms Emperor Concubine: A Good-for-Nothing Concubine Too Arrogant"