As soon as he raised his eyes, a slender man appeared in the courtyard, his face was still covered with a layer of white mist, and his temperament was like jade, even if he didn't say a word, he could feel the noble and cold charm that was higher than everyone else from his body!

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Feng Zitong sneered coldly in his heart, this man likes to wear purple robes so much?

Every time I saw him, the robe he wore was purple, and it was expensive because it had never been the same.

When he got closer, he slowly stopped, purple represented mystery, and the precious purple cloth formed a strong contrast with his white neck, making his whole person look as mysterious as this purple, and the ascetic aura exuded from his body was difficult to hide.

Feng Zitong suddenly felt that such a man was like the king of the world, which made people disobedient, but she was a person who liked to provoke the strong: "Does the national teacher think that the cold plague can be easily cured if it is cured? Then the incurable diseases in this world will not be difficult for so many alchemists!"

Rolling his eyes, he continued: "Thousand Faces did this just to be able to eradicate the cold plague in the fastest possible time, as for the people who cheated the Alchemist Guild, then I can only understand that Thousand Faces can't get used to the guild that has always been conceited!"

"Oh?" The national teacher raised his hand, pinched Feng Zitong's chin without warning, looked at her delicate and fair little face, and said with a dangerous evil in his voice: "Compared to the Alchemist Guild, I think this Thousand-Faced Spirit Master is more conceited, and his temperament is quite similar to yours!"

Feng Zitong blinked, in all fairness, even if the man in front of him didn't show his face, just his movements and postures exuded elegance that made women madly obsessed.

However, it is a pity that the object of this person's confusion is her!

She didn't turn her head to avoid the man's hand, but a pair of shining bright eyes approached the national teacher, reached into the white mist in the same way, pinched the man's smooth chin, and pulled his head to the same level as herself.

The slightly cool but delicate touch in his hand made Feng Zitong pause slightly, this man's skin is too good!

Thinking about it, the momentum can't be lost, the teasing continued, rubbing the man's chin with his thumb and fingertips, Feng Zitong hooked the corners of his lips evilly and said softly: "No way, Qianmian has that capital conceit!"

Feng Aya and Qin Zijin gasped, God, the master is really 'bold', he actually dares to tease the national teacher, look at the little hand that is doing evil on the chin of the national teacher, it really makes them extremely worried, in case the national teacher is in a bad mood and flies people out directly, they can't stop it!

The thick eyebrows under the white mist of the national teacher raised lightly, and let out a low smile: "Little thing, you should be glad that I regard you as special and have no defense, otherwise your little life will be gone when it touches this layer of white mist on my face!"

Feng Zitong's evil hand stiffened, special?

Oh go...... Obviously, she just saw that she was weak and couldn't threaten him, and she said it so high-soundingly.

glanced at the man, and threw away the chin in his hand in disgust: "Then do I have to thank the National Teacher for giving me such a great honor!"

The national teacher narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone was playful: "That's not necessary, although you are the first woman to touch my face besides my mother, but I have always had a big heart, so I don't care about this little thing with you!"

The first one, still tucked away, said she's careful, hey, this damn stinky man.

Feng Zitong was about to turn over the swear words that he had never scolded in his life, and scolded them one by one.

"Thank you for not caring about it!"

"Little thing, the topic is far away!"

"Oh!"

"Hehe......" For Feng Zitong's attitude, the national teacher is no longer surprised, this little thing is really not oil and salt, stubborn and cute: "The medicinal liquid you refined is the same as the medicinal liquid that the thousand-faced spirit master sold to the Alchemist Guild today, little thing, what is your relationship with her?"

"The National Teacher has a lot of opportunities, so don't always want to dig up the gossip of our young ladies in the house, it's not good!"

Say he likes to dig up women's gossip?

The national teacher's slightly narrowed eyes were playful, looking at the little thing in front of him who was not afraid of death, and the dangerous smile on the corner of his mouth deepened: "I take care of everything every day, but I am only willing to take the time to dig up your gossip, little thing, do you consider making a personal promise?"