When Su Luo arrived, Master Rong Yun was holding a book in his hand, flipping through it carelessly. Ice @ Fire! Chinese

Seeing Su Luo coming, he didn't raise his eyes, snorted lightly, and deliberately turned his face away.

Three black lines appeared on Su Luo's forehead.

Master, what are you doing?

"Master......" Su Luo dragged out a long tail and rubbed to Master Rongyun's side.

"Hmph. Master Rong Yun buried himself in the book, as if there was something in the book that deeply attracted him, making him look at it without looking up.

Su Luo thought quickly in his mind, thinking about where he had offended the master and his old man, but he didn't remember it when he thought about it.

"Master......" Su Luo weakly tugged at Master Rongyun's sleeve.

Master Rong Yun picked up the teacup and drank the tea calmly, just not giving Su Luo a look.

"Master, just look at me, you like to see this face too, don't you?" Su Luo leaned his face up.

Her face is seven points like Yanhua, and at first glance, it can almost be fake.

Yanhua is the deepest imprint in Rong Yun's heart, the softest storage zài.

In this way, what is Rong Yun still angry about? His slender jade-like fingers poked Su Luo's head, and snorted secretly: "Girl extrovert, you girl, hum." ”

With a man, I don't even want a master.

"Master~~~" Su Luo immediately understood what kind of anger the master was having. She smiled sweetly, like a blooming summer flower, licking her little face and rubbing it beside Master, "Master, you sit down and Luoluo will make you tea." ”

"Hmph. Master Rong Yun's expression was much better.

Su Luo hurriedly boiled water, made tea, washed tea, and poured a small cup with his own hands, held it in front of Master Rong Yun, and smiled very doggedly: "Master, please drink tea." ”

"I can't afford to drink this tea. "Master Rong Yun didn't answer.

"Why?" Su Luo was puzzled.

"That stupid boy's leg disease can't be cured by the teacher. "What a character Master Rongyun is, as soon as Su Luo's eyebrows moved, he could guess that ** would not be far from ten.

"Why can't it be cured?" Su Luo was anxious, and quickly sat down on a stool beside Master Rong Yun, his eyes were unprecedentedly serious, "Why can't it be cured? Doesn't it mean that only a grandmaster-level alchemist can cure his leg disease?" Master is so powerful, why can't he be cured?"

Su Luo's concern was chaotic, and a series of questions were thrown over.

Rong Yun's brows furrowed again: "You're worried?"

Su Luo nodded busily like a puppy. Can you not be worried? That's the man she identifies.

"If you care, work on your own. Master Rong Yun waved his sleeves and calmly floated a sentence, "Only if you yourself are promoted to a grandmaster-level alchemist can you save him." ”

"Why?" Su Luo stood up unconvinced, "Obviously Master can save it, why don't you save it?" Master knows that I am only a super alchemist now, and I will be promoted to a master-level alchemist later, even if I am lucky enough to be promoted to a master-level alchemist, then there is still a threshold of grandmaster-level alchemist. It's not that Master doesn't know that Old Man Luo has been cultivating for a hundred years, and he can't cross this gap, does Master think that I will be promoted in just a few years?"

Su Luo was in a hurry, and he spoke like a cannonball, and shot it over with a crackle.

Master Rong Yun looked at her fixedly, his eyes were as black as inky jade, and the bottom of his eyes was unfathomable and incomprehensible.

But Su Luo met his gaze without showing weakness, and his gaze was deeply focused on him, without the slightest intention of retreating.