However, she was not as naughty as she was when she was a child, she didn't make mistakes, and he couldn't even find fault with her.

Gu Biao had to pick a bone in the egg, and finally found an opportunity to have a seizure.

While the other disciples were cultivating, he was angry with Yun Fan: "Gu Yunmiao, your senior brothers are all studying and practicing hard, what are you talking like when you stand here alone!" I'm so disappointed that you're so unmotivated, so go to the dark room and reflect on yourself. ”

A group of disciples immediately put down the things in their hands, in their opinion, there was nothing wrong with the little junior sister at all, and the master had been too strict with the little junior sister recently.

Some disciples began to plead: "Master, the little junior sister finished practicing the part of the day this morning, and now there are just a few disciples here who want to ask her." ”

He wasn't lying, they thought they were hard enough.

However, every time I get up in the morning, I can always see Yun Pan practicing swords outside.

The little junior sister is so diligent, and the master still scolds, it really can't be said.

The other disciples saw that Gu Biao's face was still tense, and whispered: "Master, you injured the little junior sister a few days ago, she may not be well at this time, if you let her go to the dark room......

Gu Biao didn't expect that this group of disciples who usually didn't dare to disobey him would actually join forces to fight against him today.

Seeing Yun Fanfan standing there obediently, there was a confused expression on his face.

It's as if she didn't make a mistake and didn't know what was wrong.

Gu Biao's face was pale, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

As he left, Yun Fanfan felt a demonic aura in him again.

It's not pure demonic energy, it's like rotten flesh and bones.

She could already determine what Gu Biao had done.

......

These days, Shen Jing had no idea how he was spending.

He refused to meet with the others and shut himself up in the palace, except for drinking.

However, the more he drank, the more sober he became, he had never hated himself so much for a moment, and he didn't even have the right to get drunk.

After becoming a Demon Venerable, he never dreamed, and he couldn't even dream of her.

Nowadays, getting drunk has become a luxury.

The door of the temple was pushed open, and the maids heard the sound and hurriedly stood up.

For so long, the king had been alone, and now he finally came out, and was about to ask him if he wanted to prepare some food, but only a red figure flashed.

The hem of the garment dragged across the ground like a fiery red cloud.

Shen Jing staggered out, still holding a jar of wine in his hand.

The maids did not dare to stop him, so they could only follow him.

I don't know how long it took, but Shen Jing finally stopped.

He looked ahead, his lips moistened by the drink finally curving.

The pale gray eyes also changed from dull to bright, like flames flickering in them.

The palace in front of him is magnificent, no worse than the king's palace, this is ...... Where the little princess lives.

There was a snap, it was the sound of the wine jar falling to the ground and shattering, and the wine slowly flowed from the fragments, winding to Shen Jing's feet, wetting the hem of Shen Jing's clothes.

Shen Jing didn't wear shoes, and after feeling the coldness on the soles of his feet, he lowered his head.

A panicked look immediately appeared on his face.

His neck took on an eerie arc, like a puppet, frozen in place.

Shen Jing's long eyelashes trembled, and he knelt directly on the ground, his hand brushed away the fragments, the edges of the fragments were sharp, and they scratched her palm, he didn't care, just pinched the hem of his clothes, and whispered, "The clothes are dirty......"