Everyone looked at Su Zhiyue who came with his little apprentice in his arms.

The gaze is sluggish.

I haven't seen my master for ten years.

The master is still cold, but the eyes of the cold moon are more inexhaustible gentleness.

Breathtaking.

Naturally, this is Su Zhiyue in the eyes of the female elders.

The male elder felt a bone-chilling coldness, and he covered his head.

It's like, who made the master angry?

Su Zhiqing turned around.

crashed into the cold eyes of the senior brother, and suddenly his heart beat like a drum.

"Senior brother, are you okay?" Su Zhiqing's eyes burned.

Senior brother, this person belongs to the person who you don't look at him, and his white back is like jade to drill desperately into your brain.

One look at him, his upside-down face can hook your soul.

Is... Iniquity!

Tan Ming doesn't have such strange sins.

Tan Ming and his juniors and disciples have long legs.

rushed towards Ah Chan in Shizun's arms: "Little Senior Sister! ”

Ah Chan woke up.

The little sister has grown up.

When I was a child, the pink was tender and tender, and the little white face seemed to be able to pinch out the water, but at this moment, the little face lost its blood.

The little head was lying on the shoulder socket of the master, and the black eyes were like spring water.

When looking at people, it is hazy with a natural mist.

However, he was as weak as a newborn kitten.

glanced at everyone softly, and called weakly: "Hello brothers~"

Tan Ming's heart ached.

I was at a loss, and I couldn't wait to snatch the little senior sister from Shizun's arms.

You can't grab it.

Only give the best things in the world to the little sister, coax her to be happy, and make her better.

Tan Ming picked up the little tiger that had been prepared on the side.

"Little senior sister, look, I found you your favorite little tiger."

Ah Chan's bloodless face lit up slightly: "Thank you, Brother Tan." ”

Ah Chan reached out to hug the little tiger.

However, she has not recovered half of her strength at the moment.

"Little Senior Sister, I'll help you send it to Licang Peak." Tan Ming took the opportunity to say.

"Okay." A soft voice, like a kitten, with a hint of gratitude.

Tan Ming was distressed.

looked at the eyes of the master, with a little resentment and pleading.

"Master, you will heal your injuries in the future, and the disciple will serve you, please stop torturing the little senior sister!"

"Shut up."

Su Zhiqing drank coldly.

After grabbing him, the leader threw him away: "How do you talk to Shizun?" ”

Tan Ming knew that he had overstepped.

No matter how worried he is about the little senior sister, in front of the master and the master, there is no part of his presumptuousness.

Side.

The second elder glanced meaningfully at Su Zhiyue and the little girl in his arms.

"Tan Ming, Shizun doesn't want to torture your little senior sister, Shizun is aiding the abuse, right?"

"What do you mean?" Tan Ming was puzzled.

But the elders' hearts trembled.

No one had ever dared to speak to Shizun in such a weird tone.

The Second Elder is crazy, right?

The second elder snorted coldly and stared at Su Zhiyue without fear.

"Master's acceptance of apprentices is a major event in the sect, for ten years, the Zixiao Sect knows nothing about this little senior sister, should the master give everyone an explanation?"

The so-called confession.

However, all the personal disciples above the elder level must disclose the spiritual root talent.

Some also have to accept the provocation of all the inner disciples.

Ah Chan is the root of the devil, and only Su Zhiyue knows it.

It is impossible to make it public.

Su Zhiyue's eyes were cold, and he glanced at the second elder faintly.

Transformation period?

When the Zixiao Sect quietly released the second god transformation stage power, he didn't know at all.

No wonder he dared to question him in front of him.

Su Zhiyue slowly hooked the corners of his lips, and his eyes were oppressive: "The matter of the deity, I need to explain it to you?" ”

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It's going to be PK again.

Wait a little bit to start in the early hours of the morning.

This is the third PK, and it should be the last, exhausted.

Someone asked, why are you always PK?

This is arranged by the editor, and the author has no right to interfere, so I can't help it.

Last time, there was an author in our group, and the third PK knelt in a round, and the editor asked her to put it on the shelves the next day, and she didn't even save the manuscript, which was terrible!

I don't want to kneel all at once, at least let me have time to save the manuscript of the explosion.

Burnout!!

Don't ask for anything, just ask everyone to vote more, don't let me kneel in one round, that will die a miserable death.