Could it be that the favored little disciple is the second day of the month

Yue Qianhuang thought that on the boat, the disciple of the Mahayana Pavilion said that the little disciple who woke up was a woman who had been in the Mahayana Pavilion for two months. In this way, that person is really likely to be the second day of the month

Yue Qianhuang's eyes squinted slightly, and a deep darkness flashed under her eyes, with deep killing intent.

That's good, the people you want to find, the things you want to find, the people you want to kill, it's all complete.

Yue Qianhuang tentatively asked Ling Xiaoxiao about some other things, and he had a general understanding of the Mahayana Pavilion and the person he was pretending to be.

The next day, when she woke up, she was naturally refreshed, Ling Xiaoxiao touched her forehead several times, and saw that she had indeed subsided her fever, so she was relieved.

Morning class, breakfast, morning training, Yue Qianhuang mixed in, playing the role of a disciple of the Mahayana Pavilion decently, although he did not find out about the situation of the pavilion master's courtyard guard, but he knew a gossip.

Their master, Ye Qingshui, the fourth disciple of the Mahayana Pavilion, was very displeased with the little disciple who came out of nowhere.

Her dislike was obvious, and she did not deliberately disguise and cover up, and between her words, every mention of the second month was a look of displeasure.

At noon, all the disciples of the Mahayana Pavilion gathered together to eat, and Yue Qianhuang saw Liukong Ming at a glance in the crowd, although his appearance had changed, and his aura had also converged, but she just saw him at a glance.

As soon as her eyes fell on him, they collided with his gaze. Passing through the crowd barrier, she could clearly see the love and longing in his eyes.

The same goes for her.

After a night apart, one morning, she really missed him.

Ling Xiaoxiao, who was beside her, glanced at her straight gaze, couldn't help but tug her hand, and said, "Qianyu, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing." Yue Qianhuang retracted her gaze and followed Ling Xiaoxiao to their place.

There are about 300 disciples in the Mahayana Pavilion, and now they are all sitting together neatly, which looks very spectacular.

The disciples of the pavilion master are the first generation of disciples of the Mahayana Pavilion, and their apprentices are the second generation of disciples, and the first generation of disciples and the second generation of disciples are very surprised in terms of pomp, clothing, and weapons.

The gazes of Yue Qianhuang and Liukong Ming glanced faintly over the nine generations of disciples.

The strength of the eldest disciple Yuan Cheng is unfathomable, and the generation of disciples under the third disciple is no match for Liukong Ming. Despite this, they still did not dare to underestimate the strength of the Mahayana Pavilion.

Because, there is also an old pavilion master who doesn't know the depths.

After everyone was seated, the little disciple who was the most favored by the pavilion master in the legend came.

Yue Qianhuang raised her eyes and looked.

She did not wear the clothes of a generation of disciples, but came with a unique light step in a red gauze skirt.

Her face is slowly full of pride and pride, the gorgeous accessories on her body collide with her footsteps, clanging, the golden steps on her head are swaying gorgeously, and the whole person is dressed very delicately from head to toe, obviously deliberately shining, wanting to attract attention.

This person is indeed the second day of the month

Compared to the Holy Luo Continent, her arrogance and self-confidence are one level higher, perhaps it is really the reason why she is very favored, her posture is too arrogant, and she doesn't take anyone in her eyes at all.

She walked up to the eldest disciple Yuan Cheng and smiled at him, Qing Yue's voice lingered with joy: "Senior brother." ”