"What did you take the trouble to bring me back this time?" Jun Li was secretly still remembering which palace the Cangji Divine Monarch lived in the Heavenly Realm, but I didn't know that thousands of years had passed, and the old man was still there.

Seeing that he was as indifferent as ever, the Heavenly Emperor obviously still had a grudge against him. Then he raised his eyes to the side, and the Zhu He priest took out a mirror from behind his back in a comprehension, and methodically spread out the four treasures of the study on the table.

"This is—" Jun Li's face changed, and his eyes suddenly widened with disgust.

Huang Mo couldn't sleep soundly in the first night, although the past few days have been full of twists and turns, and the ups and downs of the experience have made her try her best to exhaust, but she was so disturbed by Qingyue holding a stack of books, as soon as she fell into a dream, all the books were running around with long legs and shouting, so frightened that she woke up with a twitch, looked at the big moon ring outside, and her consciousness was hazy and was about to fall down, those books saw her come back, and roared: "Do you dare to come back?" Huang Mo was so frightened that he twitched.

Rolled off the head of the bed.

Huang Mo rolled this time, and he was also a lot more sober, seeing that the night was about to pass, Dongfang confessed, and it was not long before the morning class, so he simply stopped sleeping, and jumped off the bedside, planning to find that kid in Qingyue, give him a claw, and report her resentment when she was too frightened and couldn't sleep to the initiator.

Huang Mo took a long breath from the crack in the door of the dormitory and urged the meat to squeeze out, and out of the dormitory, it was a courtyard, a small pavilion with a flying corridor, and a clear pond and a rock. It was the moment when the streamer flew by, and the yin and yang alternated, and she saw that the senior sister who had a unique body yesterday was standing in the huge courtyard, her face was still quiet, standing under the side tree, one wisp after another, one heavy with another, and sent the ribbon in her hand upward.

Huang Mo's footsteps are stuck.

This scene is instantly familiar, and it is not what it said in the excerpt...... Hang oneself?

Huang Mo was stupid.

It was the first time she had seen herself to death, and she tried to remember what she should do in a book. The people in those dramas will either be persuaded by reason and emotion, with tears and snot, or a long sword at a critical moment and cut the cloth, so the chance of failure to hang is basically zero. But she didn't know this senior sister at all, where did she come from to find the true love between them, she didn't have a sword on her body, and her mana was not familiar enough, so she could only pinch the flower and tearfully said: "Senior sister, don't think about it, the flower that died became a flower is very ugly." ”

This senior sister will probably kill herself first......

Huang Mo categorically rejected this idea.

Looking at it again, the senior sister who was still working hard to pull the Qingqiu sweater for the tree was gone. There were some long ribbons flying in the wind on the tree, and under Fang Liang's still somewhat indifferent and cold morning light, it looked empty and bleak.

Huang Mo was stunned on the spot, taking this as if he had just woken up and was delirious, and continued to raise his legs and walk out.

The boundary of Shushan is still a little smaller than Su Jishan, but it is much larger than the master's small thatched huts. Surrounded by Feige Liudan, Guidian Lan Palace, plus in the deep mountains, thick fog, although it is steaming is immortal, but it also obstructs the eyes of many people. Huang Mo flew around in the huge realm, and lost his direction as expected.

Seeing the sun rise, the clear sound of the bell through the misty white fog awakened the first rooster that crowed with the morning sun, which stretched its neck and twisted its waist, raised its chest and raised its head, high and loud, and the lingering cry pierced the morning mist. The morning class was about to start, and Huang Mo thought of Senior Brother Qingyue crossing his waist and holding a small notebook in his hand to give her a series of obsolescence without leaving half a face, and he had two big heads.

And at this moment, Huang Mo suddenly saw that not far away, a cyan figure appeared, Huang Mo pounced excitedly as if he had caught a treasure, but I am afraid that Huang Mo's face was too excited to look a little hideous and distorted, and the figure suddenly disappeared, and when Huang Mo rushed to look left and right, he saw the figure again, like a shy woman giving her lover eyebrows, showing from a farther away.

In this way, it has been separated by a distance not close or far, Huang Mo has been chasing and chasing, this image is like guiding her, until a point emerges from the thick fog with shame, and suddenly a Zhu Pavilion Qinglou is presented, and the plaque is written with a familiar big character: Chenguang Pavilion.

Isn't this the place for morning classes?

Huang Mo was shocked and shocked, careful, restrained, and busy looking around, the figure who brought her had long been a good thing and did not leave a name, and retreated back into the vast white fog with deep merit and fame.

Huang Mo thought about it and didn't know what this person meant, but she had always been safe when she came, and it was naturally good to be able to escape, but this favor also had to be repaid, this person attracted her here without saying a word, she was regarded as this person who had accumulated her own merits, and she would do a good deed elsewhere to repay her, and lead this merit line down, and it would not be in vain to waste a piece of kindness.

Qingyue was full of generals who almost turned over Shushan, and finally found this little ancestor in the Qingxin Pavilion, Huang Mo was facing him and took out a small book in a hurry, and the treasure like Fang Yan said: "You are late, I will make a note for you." ”

Qingyue almost ran out of breath.

Huang Mo's appearance of bitter hatred for learning made him think that Huang Mo couldn't stand the pain of studying, and he blocked the door of Yingyue Palace in the morning, planning to arrest her, and let the Shushan disciples who came and go showed an inexplicable smile at him, but Qing Yue thought that the shadow of standing upright was upright, and naturally he would not put the whispers between these unenlightened little guys into his ears.

But he didn't expect that the senior sister who took care of Huang Mo yesterday gave him a frightened face that Huang Mo was gone, he didn't think that Huang Mo had the consciousness of getting up early to study, so he ran all over the Qingxin Pavilion except for all the places, and no one saw this little kitten all the way to inquire, and in Qingyue he was already sure that Huang Mo must have gone down the mountain, and a little junior brother saw what he seemed to be looking for, and said curiously: "Senior brother, why aren't you with your junior sister?" My sister has been with us for a long time after my morning class. ”

"You, you, you ......" Qingyue pointed at Huang Mo and you haven't come out for a long time, Huang Mo saw that his face was purple, and kindly comforted: "Who can be a big husband, isn't it just a late time, you don't have to care so much." A manly man must be like my master with a void in his heart, so that he can look up to the mountains and become immortals! ”

Qingyue: "......"