Chapter 792: Beauty Master 1
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In fact, Su Luo was tempted to see if Master Rong Yun had anything to do with her life experience.
Because she vaguely felt that the unfathomable beauty master seemed to know everything in her chest and controlled it.
He took Li Yaoyao by his side and went to Xiling to collect apprentices, and Fairy Yanxia appeared to rob the apprentices...... It seemed that everything was expected by him.
If once is a coincidence, then what about two or three times?
So, Su Luo stared at Rong Yun for a moment, his eyes flashing with anticipation.
"Your background? What is your background? Think wildly. Rong Yun didn't bother to look at her, raised his glass and drank a glass of wine.
Su Luo's heart was entangled.
Master Beauty is obviously lying!
Is it true that she is a three-year-old child and doesn't understand anything?
Su Luo clenched his fists and snorted twice: "That's right, I don't have any background, I don't know who my father and my mother are, maybe I just jumped out of the cracks in the stones!" ”
Su Luo peeked at the beauty master while talking nonsense.
Seeing that he was still unmoved, those deep and beautiful eyes were like a calm sea, without waves.
Nice, indifferent, right?
Su Luo's heart flashed in his heart: "Maybe my father is a Jiangyang thief, a Montenegrin bandit, and a bad luck ......."
All kinds of slanderous words, Su Luoyang sprinkled them all over again.
Well, Master Beauty is still drinking, and it is obvious that he either doesn't know about his biological father or has a grudge against him.
If the father can't do it, then start with the mother.
Su Luo glanced at the painting on the wall, gritted his teeth, and snorted: "I don't know who my mother is?" Maybe I'm an ugly mess, maybe I don't have a good style, maybe I'm an illegitimate daughter, maybe my mother is ...... with others."
"Smack!" A heavy applause landed on the table.
A deep slap mark suddenly appeared on the hard black wood, which looked shocking.
This murderous palm, although it scared Su Luo's heart, but it made her sure of something.
Sure enough, Rong Yun raised a pair of scarlet eyes and stared at Su Luo fiercely.
Master Rong Yun, who has always been as indifferent as a god, how could he have such a fierce look?
It can be seen that he is really angry.
"Shut up!" Rong Yun's white and slender hands held Su Luo's thin neck, and his voice was as cold as a Shura from hell, and the words were bloody, "If you dare to say one more word, believe it or not, you will be strangled directly by the teacher!" ”
Touching the bloodthirsty and ruthless ice eyes, although Su Luo had been prepared, he couldn't help but flash a trace of horror in his heart.
Who is her mother? Can the legendary beautiful master who is as indifferent as a Buddha be so excited?
"Master, Master......" The hands were like iron tongs, the strength was as heavy as mountains, and Su Luo's face was purple and red.
Rong Yun glanced at her indifferently, let go and dropped her down, then sat back in his position and took a heavy sip of wine!
As soon as his hand loosened, Su Luo was finally able to catch his breath.
She slumped back into her seat, gasping for air.
The original purple little face took a long time to return to its original color, but the face was still a little pale.
Although he almost lost his life, Su Luo was not for nothing.
Obviously, although there are no clues about her own father, her mother's side is inextricably linked with her master.
In this stiff atmosphere, Su Luo pursed his lips, but did not speak first.
Since the master didn't tell her to leave, then there must be something to explain to her.
"Your mother...... She is the most beautiful woman in the world. ”
Sure enough, after a long time, the beautiful master raised his wine glass, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and said this sentence in a trance.
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I'm sorry.. I wasn't at home on the weekend, and I just received a reminder from the editor-in-charge, and I worked hard to climb up and write.