Walking forward, he was a little impetuous, and he was surprised in his heart, but his eyes looked at the little girl in front of him again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info "Can you please let go of my skirt?" The tone was soft, without indifference. It's like a soft tone in front of your family. Yang Wenyao felt that there was something wrong with her temper. Well, it must be so.

It's just a better seedling, and she's not ready to take in apprentices. Not to mention such a big trouble.

Unconsciously let go of his hand. Immediately, he hugged Yang Wenyao's leg tightly.

Yang Wenyao: ......

Onlookers: ......

Things have developed to the present, those people seem to have put down their own fun in their hands, and come to see the excitement, the inner three layers, the outer three layers, if it weren't for the divine sense, Yang Wenyao couldn't even see what the situation was like outside. She didn't like to be treated like a monkey.

The irritability came back to my mind again. Inexplicably, she remembered Yang Wenyu's words.

"Lead the way." There was no such softness as before, and the impatience in the words. Anyone can hear it.

"Crying for what?" Obviously, the suppressed emotions were disobedient, and Yan Wenyao's temper began to be irritable. She didn't understand, and she didn't cry when she begged her. She intervened, why did this girl cry. Tsk, single spirit root, or not? Take it with you first?

The girl walked in front, Yang Wenyao looked at those people with cruel eyes, and automatically the little girl got out of the way. Raised an eyebrow. It's a big problem.

All the way east, Yang Wenyao walked, silent. One after the other, no one spoke. Even more bizarre is the place where the girl walks. There was only silence. The sound of breathing, the sound of heavy breathing.

"Say it."

Poof, the sound brought by landing on both knees surprised Yang Wenyao. When I came back with her, I agreed. mentioned that she agreed, Yang Wenyao was a little curious, there was no ink during this time, and the January period was coming soon. Dongying, I don't know where.

Yang Wenyao's thoughts were a little wild. The girl still didn't speak, just knelt quietly in front of Yang Wenyao. She didn't even understand why the little girl had taken her spot.

"I want to ask Miss to save my mother. She...... I was about to be killed by my father. ”

Looking at the little guy in front of her, she was speechless, she had lived for so many years, even if she was not extremely smart, she would not say a fool. Obviously, this father is the one who can make those people fearful.

"What do you want me to do?" It's not a simple matter. Even if she could beat that father. She also called him father, and only asked her to save her mother.

Yang Wenyao thought. Sure enough, it's a big problem.

"I want to take my mother to live on another planet." The bright eyes seem to make the originally ugly appearance vivid and refined. Yang Wenyao was a little afraid to face such expectations.

"Your father ......" "Can you let him live?" No, please kill him. Yes, kill him. To the muttering at the back, Yang Wenyao was a little surprised.

"He, already a great god, no, is controlled by a demon, and he doesn't even have instinct left. What's the use of being alive? Crying bitterly, Yang Wenyao looked at the little girl in front of her and followed the girl. Perhaps, it's not so much trouble?

The small attic of the dark tide, I never thought that I could see such an attic. Interstellar, either high-rise buildings, or wasteland Feiye. The interstellar land is sparsely populated. In most cases, there is not enough land. Except, of course, in major cities. It is clear that Cichitila is not such a city.

There, lying a middle-aged woman with a dilapidated body. Perhaps, a young woman? The appearance is too haggard. Her body was too dilapidated, and Yang Wenyao couldn't tell her age. Strangely shaped twisted arms, leg bones. This doesn't look like a normal person alive at all.

She put her eyes on the girl, but found that she was not particularly excited to see such a mother, but just walked over quietly. Begin to fix the bones for the woman. The sound of bones grinding against each other brought a hint of creepiness in this silent and dark space. Yang Wenyao tilted her head, she didn't understand what such calm represented. But she could read the sadness in the little girl's eyes.

"What do you want to do?" This was the first thing Yang Wenyao said after entering the small attic.

"Is she still alive?" Weak breathing, coma after broken bones, the girl's eyes were not as clear as before, sad and desperate.

"Yes, would you like to be my disciple?" Yang Wenyao said this very solemnly. The first arose of the idea of receptivity. originally thought that even if she wanted to accept apprentices, she should also accept a proud son of the sky. She'll save a lot of money.

There was a pause in the bandaging motion. Move again. The face is very calm. Ignore those trembling paws, of course.

There was no speech, and the grinding sound of the fixed bones was heard in the silent space. Yang Wenyao didn't speak, just quietly watched the girl's movements, as if the previous sentence was not said by her at all. In fact, she regretted it when she said it. Even Qi Yue at the beginning, she didn't think about accepting her as an apprentice. This place is just so weird. Well, it must be the mysterious power that Yang Wenyu said that affected her.

Time passed minute by minute, and the woman's bones were finally fixed under the girl's busyness. Seeing it, she was very skilled. Immediately, step by step, he walked very solemnly in front of Yang Wenyao. Hit the ground on your knees and kowtow respectfully. "Teacher."

"Master." Yang Wenyao shook her head slightly. She is not a student, but a disciple. Maybe the only disciple in this life. Of course, life is too long, no one can be sure, who knows if there is another person who can make her impulsively say the words of acceptance?

"Master." The obedient changed her name, and the girl's insight made her know the teacher, but she didn't know what the difference between the master and the teacher was. Chichitila did not have such a master who was not afraid of death and devoted himself to teaching his disciples.

With a sigh, Yang Wenyao stepped forward and took the little girl's hand. But I heard the sound of the door opening. The girl's eyes flashed with horror, but she subconsciously blocked Yang Wenyao's side. A complicated look flashed, and Yang Wenyao's hand was slightly stronger, and the girl had already arrived behind her.

"Who allowed you to bring outsiders in? Do you want to be like your mother and leave me? "It was a sloppy bearded man who came in. The voice is unexpectedly young. With mania, he completely ignored Yang Wenyao.

"Isn't it normal for someone like you to leave?" Yang Wenyao sneered, her apprentice, could anyone roar?

Yang Wenyao's tone was neither light nor heavy, but she fixed the sloppy man's eyes on herself. With an abysmal gaze. Is this talking about his reverse scales? It's kind of interesting. The corners of Yang Wenyao's mouth instead hooked up an evil smile.

"If it were me, I would be planning to leave. No woman wants to be abused after having children. ”

"Who said I abused her? I bought her the best medicine. I rented a premium treatment cabin for her. How willing I was to abuse her. Yang Wenyao realized that this person was dragging a bottle in his hand, which was probably the best medicine he said. (To be continued.) )