Chapter 111: The Ballad of Yunshui (30)

Back in the gardenia, Mo Yue asked directly, "Where are you hiding your demonic qi, he searched his house for a day and didn't notice it." ”

"Ah Yue wants to know," looking at Mo Yue's eyes looking at him, he suddenly became hot-headed, "If you kiss me, I will tell you." ”

Mo Yue rolled her eyes and walked straight across the pool to the main hall.

"Look at your appearance, this search for demonic energy is not something that takes a day and a half, it is better to do your little sister's affairs quickly, if Nan Jue runs away quietly, don't you still have to take your little sister to Zhuyun Mountain." ”

"Nan Jue is a god, it's a god on one side, so he won't run away quietly, right?"

"Don't believe what I say, Nan Jue is really capable of doing this kind of thing. ”

"It's just that this god still needs some etiquette to accept disciples, and I have to prepare in the next few days. ”

"Nan Jue is very casual, you just throw your little sister to Nan Jue, what else to prepare. ”

Mo Yue looked at Ye Lizhan's hesitant appearance, and said with some hatred, "Stunned, go and bring your little sister and throw it to Nan Jue." ”

Ye Lizhan thought about it, and finally made up his mind, and slapped the table and got up, "In this way, I will go." ”

Mo Yue saw that he left the main courtyard at night, and it was very boring to stay in the main hall, so he turned around and went to the backyard. As soon as he stepped into the backyard, he saw Mo Yu standing with his hands in his hands, standing outside, motionless.

Mo Yue slowly stepped forward and saluted slightly, "Master." ”

Mo Yu turned around and walked into the courtyard, found a chair, and sat down.

"How did Qi Feng learn?" his tone was a little cold.

Mo Yue hurriedly brought Qi Fengqin to the table from Linghai, and said embarrassedly, "Yue'er has limited talent, so she really can't learn this Qi Fengqin, so I will return this qin to Master today." ”

Mo Yu was not reluctant, and put Qi Feng into the Linghai, "Yue'er's musical attainments are not bad, this piano will not work, so I will learn the white jade flute well." ”

Mo Yue smiled awkwardly, the white jade flute was given by the master, and now he didn't dare to tell the truth that the white jade flute had been destroyed, so he could only praise it again and again, and talk about it first.

Mo Yu seemed to have thought of something, "The white jade flute is a spiritual weapon, and now that you have ascended to immortal, it is really inappropriate." ”

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and motioned for Mo Yue to conjure up the white jade flute.

Mo Yue's expression froze instantly, at this time, you must not let the master know that the jade flute has been destroyed, otherwise you will be angry, so she pretends not to know, "Master, Yue'er will go back and practice hard." ”

After speaking, he was about to flee quickly, Mo Yu felt strange in his heart, his movements were faster, and his raised right hand instantly grabbed forward, Mo Yue's body, which was already moving forward, was really caught, and one did not stand firmly, and fell straight back.

Mo Yue's face was extremely red, and now she crashed into Mo Yu's arms, smelling the cold fragrance, and was stunned for a while, not knowing what to do, and Mo Yu hugged Mo Yue, without wanting to push away or let go.

"Why are you so flustered?"

Mo Yue was silent.

Mo Yu lowered his head, as close as biting his ear, and asked softly, "What's wrong?" exhaled Rulan.

Mo Yue unconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes with his hand, a little overwhelmed, his brain couldn't react at all, "Bai Yudi, accidentally ruined." ”

Mo Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, "Ruined?"

Mo Yue realized what she had just said, and hurriedly changed her words, but she was hesitant, "No, yes, it was Yue'er who accidentally broke it." ”

"Broken?"

"Yes, it was accidentally broken. ”

Mo Yu held up Mo Yue's palm with the palm of his hand, "Yue'er, how can the white jade flute be a spiritual weapon, how can it be broken." ”

Mo Yue felt the temperature of Mo Yu's palm, which became more and more scorching, burying his head lower, and the surrounding time seemed to stand still, and the scorching breath spread from his fingers to his heart, like an electric shock**, and he was careful with his breathing, for fear of shocking the youth at this time.