Mo Jingru looked at Ling Motang sympathetically, Mu Jinlan cast a gentle and watery gaze at her in order to soothe Ling Motang's wounded heart, Shen Yuan said coldly and lightly: "You also disposed of the fur of the Fire Light Beast. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" The natural appearance made Ling Motang think about the dog.

"It's fine." The head of the house seconded, and the elders nodded in unison.

It's good for your sister, Ling Motang bit his lip and was hideous in his heart: Who did I provoke!

Compared with Ling Motang's dejected head, Elder Qinghua had a long way to go, and he patted Ling Motang's left shoulder "kindly": "Little Lingzi, you are Liuyun's outstanding preparatory inner disciple." ”

"Yes, disciple, remember." Ling Motang was absent-minded, but he still had to shoot his fart: "If you can do things for the Liuyun Sect, you will never give up." ”

"Okay." Elder Qinghua clapped his hands and sighed, "Then you can stay here and work with the disciple in charge of the sacrificial text to re-write the sacrificial text on the white gauze canvas curtain." ”

Ling Motang looked at the sky speechlessly, and pumped his mouth again in his heart, making your mouth cheap. She was just polite, but she didn't expect this old man from Tsinghua to be really polite.

"There are a lot of memorial texts, so I'll stay here and transcribe them together." Mu Jinlan took over a little of the workload of rewriting the sacrificial text.

Mo Jingru followed: "Miss Ling and a few disciples will never be able to finish writing the sacrificial text on the white gauze canvas before tomorrow, and the disciples are willing to stay." ”

Ling Motang was very moved. This is Liuyun's outstanding disciple.

But someone was even more moved than Ling Motang, Elder Xuancang patted Mo Jingru's shoulder with concern, and looked at Mu Jinlan with his eyes: "I am a good disciple of Liuyun Sect, a good daughter taught by the master......"

Ling Motang sighed silently, well, she came to the rough and dirty work, and the inner disciples were the most outstanding!

"Tomorrow is the time to sacrifice, the time is pressing, the sacrifice is the top priority, see these juniors so one heart and one mind, the old man is also deeply moved, but tonight we are also here with the juniors to transcribe the sacrificial text, what do you think?" Elder Xuancang didn't smile, but he didn't forget to sing his head in charge, this sycophant was even more rampant than Ling Motang.

It's just 666, Ling Motang watched silently and benefited a lot.

The head nodded and acquiesced, Elder Qinghua was the most human and the most shameless, smiling and waving his hands: "When you are older, you are doing it, Lord Shen Zhuang is willing to be with them, your words are really pleasing to the eye." "Elder Qinghua, this old fox really caught someone and bit whom, and he didn't forget to push Shen Yuan into the water when he was about to go.

"It's fine." Shen Yuan set the tone with one word, and he was calm, calm, calm and generous, but in Ling Motang's eyes, there were only two words: pretentious.

Elder Qinghua stroked his beard and smiled and arched his hand towards Shen Yuan: "Then I'll go back to the old man." Before leaving, the old man didn't forget to tell Ling Motang: "Little Lingzi, don't forget to come to the library tomorrow." ”

Ling Motang's heart was gritting his teeth, and he smiled and watched the old man go down the steps: You go, it's best not to fall!

Elder Qinghua left, and some disciples had already re-prepared the white gauze sails and pen and ink, and placed them in a circle around the altar, and a row of lanterns leading to the sky was lit, far away from Shinjuku in the sky, and the dim light of the altar was as bright as day, making the fire beast of the Horizontal Corpse Altar even more terrifying.

Ling Motang made up her mind to follow behind Mu Jinlan, thinking that only Mu Jinlan would not play tricks on people, but who knew that before she could step out, the back collar was grabbed by Shen Yuan, Shen Yuan was a shoulder higher than Ling Motang, and the action of carrying Ling Motang's back collar was easy and effortless, Ling Motang turned over in shock, and his head almost hit the other party's chest, the other party was very disgusted and pushed her out with his hand against her forehead, and then said coldly: "You go and deal with the fire beast." The phoenix's eyes were unblinking, glowing with cold light, and the corners of his lips were sneering on his cold face.

Ling Motang's "snap" hook knocked Shen Yuan's hand against her forehead off, the other party's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were cold and sharp, surprised by Ling Motang's counterattack, Ling Motang swallowed his saliva and retreated: "Don't murder me, no matter what, I am also an outstanding preparatory disciple of Liuyun." If Shen Yuan's sharp and cold eyes turned into a sharp sword, Ling Motang's bones would probably be cold at this time.

"Huh." With a disdainful sneer, coupled with the height advantage, Ling Motang looked even more cowardly, scratching his head: "I want to deal with it, but I don't have a knife." Ling Motang refused to cramp and peel, and began to try all kinds of excuses.

Mo Jingru and Mu Jinlan stopped and looked back at Ling Motang side by side.

Then Mo Jingru moved, took out a delicate dagger from his sleeve and handed it to Ling Motang: "Senior nephew, use my one, the knife is fast." His expression was serious, really, he didn't mean to tease Ling Motang at all.

Ling Motang: ...... was really moved by Mo Jingru's sincerity, gritted his teeth and took the dagger: "Thank you, uncle." The tone of this word made Mo Jingru feel a chill in his back, and he couldn't help but smile when he looked at Ling Motang who was slowly moving towards the fire beast with heavy steps.

When he was leaving, Ling Motang heard Mo Jingru say to Shen Yuan: "It doesn't seem appropriate to let a girl do this. ”

She immediately pricked up her ears and walked more slowly, waiting for the moment when Mo Jingru opened her mouth to stop her, expecting Mo Jingru to extend a hand of friendship to her, but Shen Yuan said tepidly: "It's okay." ”?

Ling Motang endured a mouthful of old blood and didn't spit it out, staring at Shen Yuan's back with a sharp look in his eyes: If you talk too much, you will be cheap.

Mu Jinlan's voice was warm and tactful: "Please, the pen and ink have been prepared." Ling Motang heard the footsteps of them leaving together.

Mo Jingru sighed: "Okay then." ”

Ling Motang's heart was shattered, Mo Jingru, Mo Jingru, how can you be so unpositional, you have to be firm. Instead, Ling Motang thought that she and Shen Yuan would not be fine, and they would have to walk around Shen Yuan when they met in the future.

She slowly swallowed and moved to the corpse of the firelight beast, and the dagger given by Mo Jingru was revealed, the dagger was a good dagger, and as soon as it came out of the sheath, it showed a deep cold light, that is, the person who used it was more cowardly, Ling Motang took a deep breath and fell into the middle of the knife, and the undried blood of the firelight beast was all splashed on her face, and the smell of blood made her stomach churn, and she didn't dare to drop the second knife.

Ling Motang had seen killing pigs, and thought that killing pigs was very simple, and substituted the fire beast into it, but he didn't expect that killing pigs was really not simple, this was disgusting, too cruel. Even if they are demon beasts, they can't die so undignified.

"Poor thing." Ling Motang threw the dagger, and the whole person sat on the ground, next to the bloodstained fire beast, muttering to himself: "Do you say that you can't cultivate well in the volcano, you have to come here to set fire, now you are confused, let's die, don't take this old road in the next life......"