Chapter One Hundred and Seven

Hearing Mo Chen's words, An Lin'er tapped her head lightly, did not raise her head, and her little hands tightly tugged at the placket of her clothes, like a shy little girl. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking at An Lin'er's lovely appearance, Mo Chen's heart actually rose with a contradictory feeling of both liking and hating, so he was also extremely puzzled, but he did not stop, but turned around and left in a hurry.

And Meng Xiaoqi grinned at An Lin'er, who lowered her head, and stepped on the Yin Flame to follow.

It wasn't until Mo Chen and Meng Xiaoqi left that An Lin'er raised her head, a touch of indifference appeared on her delicate and small face, and the bruises on her body were instantly healed, she slowly stood up and turned to leave.

The top three courtyards are not very big, but Mo Chen is not very familiar with them, because Si Mu Dong Tiansi has been thinking for three months, delaying him a lot of opportunities to receive guidance from his mentor, so all the way, he has inquired with the top three disciples of the same sect to know the location of the dean.

In a large hall covered with jade-white floors, it was quiet, and the air revealed a trace of coldness, as if no one had cared for it for a long time.

Above the main hall, on the jade-white seat, a white-bearded old man sat upright, his eyes closed, and his mouth was full of curling white mist, as if the breath flowing in the entire air was running rapidly with his inhalation and exhalation.

And this white-bearded old man is the president of the Sanjia Academy.

At this moment, a figure like an arrow rushed in instantly, causing Yuandaozu, who had been cultivating quietly like this, to slowly open his eyes.

"Dean, first-class disciple Mo Chen has come to report." Mo Chen quickly stabilized his footsteps, making a long mark on the smooth jade-white floor, stabilizing his body, his voice was loud, like thunder.

Yuan Daozu slowly opened his eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his old face, and said, "You're here!" ”

Mo Chen glanced at him angrily, and said with a grinning voice: "What about the personal greeting that you said you would?" ”

Yuan Daozu slowly stood up, laughed, and said: "Little guy, do you think that when you make such a disturbance in the Sword Pavilion, the old man will look at you with admiration, you are really naïve, and greet you in person?" Do you really believe it? ”

Although he said this, Yuan Daozu said this in his heart: I do intend to personally welcome you back to the top three hospitals, but who told you to delay showing up? Can I be blamed for this?

"I believe it anyway." Mo Chen pursed his lips and said lightly.

And the Tongyin Qilin on Mo Chen's shoulder couldn't help but laugh in a low voice.

"Okay, little guy, since I'm back, then honestly abide by the rules of the top three hospitals, don't make trouble again, and let me, as the dean, do a little more down-to-earth." Yuan Daozu looked at the young man in front of him, as if he wanted to see if it was useful to think about the wall for the past three months.

When Mo Chen heard this, he smiled and said, "Understood.... Got it! ”

Mo Chen's explanation is to understand the meaning of Yuandaozu, for a disciple of the top three courtyards, no matter what kind of storm you set off in the outer gate, in the eyes of the high-level, it is just grandstanding, which will only attract the attention of others, and this kind of attention is fatal.

This kind of thought reminded Mo Chen that in the Simu Cave, a killer from the mirage suddenly jumped out.

"Now that you understand, you should do what you want." Yuan Daozu said lightly.

Mo Chen nodded, did not speak, and withdrew from the hall very respectfully.

When Mo Chen quietly exited the main hall, Yuan Daozu's eyes kept looking at Meng Xiaoqi, who had been following Mo Chen, and his brows frowned slightly.

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