Lingyin looked at her in surprise, as if he was looking at a fool.

"Strings, when you are not sick, you also have to take medicine." Said coldly.

He brushed his sleeves away, his steps in the air, and the speed was a few points faster than the previous retreat.

Seeing this, String Le withdrew the blood qin and smiled slightly, as if it was not she who had discussed with Madame Butterfly about harming Lingyin before.

Madame Butterfly saw her movements and inadvertently recalled that her piano?

"Strings, aren't your pianos red?" The color that is as bewitching as blood.

"Haven't you heard? The color of blood is ominous, and the brown color is bland. Strings said calmly, and that friendly smile made her shiver.

"Oh! I know, but, what is your purpose, I still don't know a little about it, although there is an element of me in it, but for you and the forces behind Lingyin to confront you, strings, that owes me a favor. Madame Butterfly said with a cold face.

A pair of eyes turned a blood-colored red glow, which was extremely dangerous.

"Madame Butterfly, if you say who will hide, won't it be inconvenient for you? Isn't what we do to get rid of the so-called fate? Strings told her, staring into her eyes.

"Well, it's the same...... Is it fateful? He whispered, and his steps away were tinged with a hint of sadness.

In the same way, they walked in opposite directions to each other, and they were all lonely figures.

In the Tianyu Academy, Feng Zhanchen and a few others were resting in place at the end of the stone staircase.

A few white rays of light flew from the mountain peaks in the distance.

The white light landed, and a man in blue was Zhuo Zhuo, indifferent and condensed.

A woman's flower crown in green clothes, with endless spring.

A man in red clothes is bloodthirsty, holding a silver dagger.

A woman dressed in black was dark, like a Shura.

Each has its own elegance, and there are at least more than 500 people who climb up.

Because this place is so wide.

"I'll go, am I the tutor of the academy?"

"So beautiful, the man is handsome, the woman is bright, good-looking!"

"Why does that woman in black look so terrible!"

"The man in blue is so gentle!"

…… Talking endlessly, talking like a clever woman!

"Sister, who do you think can be our mentor?" Xue Bangmeng opened her mouth to ask Xue Bangling, and her eyebrows were not as happy as them.

Xue Bangling is the same as Xue Bangmeng, in addition to Xue Bangqing, her eyes are on the man in blue, but most of them are a sense of appreciation.

When the two saw their third sister, they didn't put the two men in their eyes, so as not to confuse their minds.

When you look at each other, you will naturally be relieved.

The four people who came in the white light had cold eyes.

"This year's students are much weaker than ours, and there are some people I can't see through." Lan Jinhua, the man in blue, said, looking back and forth in the crowd.

The woman in black, Feng Fuyue, frowned, looking at the red and willow green flowers in this group of people, as well as all kinds of exclamations, all kinds of voices about to step forward, and she couldn't help but feel disgusted in her heart.

"Well, it's really weak, but I just need to complete the task of receiving them, Fuyue, just bear with it." The woman in Tsing Yi, Liu Xiran said a word.

What can I do? One of them is injured and still hasn't recovered, one is still in the family, and one doesn't know where the shadow is.

Except for the one who went home, the other two are sick seedlings, one is sicker than the other, the four of them are not burdened, what else can they do!

Waiting for their master's thunderbolt?

The red-clothed man Lonely Phantom Snow complained wirelessly in his heart, especially the master who used thunder to slash them!

The old man in the rest of the place sneezed directly and cursed a few times.

Feng Qianyan looked at the four of them, and saw that their eyes seemed to be picking something.