Murong Xueling gritted his teeth: "The Green Secret Hermit listens to the order and stops the National Teacher!"

The young secret hermit who knelt down hesitated, and Murong Xueling was furious: "Do you want to disobey?"

The Qingmi hermits got up helplessly, they took obedience to orders as their duty, how could they not obey Murong Xueling's orders?

Murong Xueling said coldly: "The five deacons are your masters, but the national teachers are not, what are you taboo about?"

Several Qingmi hermits wept with sad faces: "He is not our master, but he is more important than the master...... He is...... O Qingtang Master! ”

Is he the elusive Qingtang Master?

Murong Xueling gasped!

The Qingtang Master and the National Teacher are the same person, and not many people know about it.

Murong Xueling had a hard time riding a tiger, and coldly ordered: "Blasting them out."

What scared Murong Xueling was that no matter what he did or what he said, the six members of the national teacher were leisurely and complacent, and they didn't take the entire Falling Scar Villa in their eyes.

At this moment, the concubine fell to the ground softly, and Mu Xie helped her. Murong Xueling snatched it over, Mu Xie stretched out his hand, and Murong Xueling climbed and climbed back a few steps.

Murong Xueling roared wildly: "Up!"

The national teacher leaned forward: "Murong Xueling, are you so rash?" Knowing that all the killers of Scar Villa can't help the deity together, and still send them to death? ”

The ranks of hundreds of young secret hermits are neat and well-trained. The National Teacher worked hard to cultivate these disciples at the beginning, and today he is on the same page as himself.

It's not fun.

Under the orders of Murong Xueling, they formed the most powerful killing formation, and surrounded the six members of the national teacher.

I don't want to spend any more time with them.

He stood up and walked towards the concubine. Although this girl is extremely weak, her hateful eyes look at Mu Xie, and she is extremely unkind.

Perhaps, if the wood evil is not guarded, he will eat this girl with a dagger.

The concubine gasped and saw the national teacher approaching her. Suddenly the heart beats uncontrollably.

She looked at her closely.

The perverted and brutal national teacher is so good-looking? His eyebrows were cold, but his eyes were as bright as stars. The clothes on his body are moon-white, but they make people feel colorful and golden. He stood in front of him, and the whole picture was a picture of mountains and rivers.

Such a person is a pervert?

Otherwise, how could he ask for his ten-year-old virgin blood?

Seeing her staring at herself, the National Teacher couldn't help but feel warm in her heart. Although she had lost her memory, she was still somewhat familiar with him. The first time she saw him, she stared at him so intently. It was when she was a very young child.

The national teacher stretched out his hand and hugged the concubine: "Baby, come home with me."

The concubine was extremely angry, this prodigal son-like national teacher, Zhu Yu told herself that he had bullied herself for so many years. What kind of humiliation?

Everyone had grown their mouths, and it was like a big duck egg had been stuffed in their mouths. The national teacher is rebellious to the concubine, it's really too spicy, right?

The concubine staggered, silently approaching the national teacher, and she smelled the faint fragrance emanating from his god. Her mind was in a mess, why did she have a strange feeling for this scent? Feeling like crying when you smell it? Why does it feel familiar? Make yourself want to get closer?

The National Teacher looked down at the haggard concubine in front of him, and the bloodshot overflowing from the corner of his mouth told him that Murong Xueling was tossing around blindly, causing her to suffer internal injuries.

Qingzhu's technique, I'm afraid only he can solve it.

When you go back, you must treat her, keep her on a leash, and never lose it again.

Everyone stared at them blankly, at a loss.

Offensive?

The opponent is the Qingtang Master, so it's not a death?

The concubine leaned against Yun Lizhe's side, and suddenly her hand shadow flew over, and her shot was like lightning, and the dagger in her hand stabbed neatly into Yun Lizhe's chest!