Isn't it my destiny to be a slave for life?

Silver Bell has always thought so. But Miss, it seems that she is no longer the young lady she used to be, she doesn't think so. The current lady seems to be much stronger than the previous one. "Miss, I listen to you."

"Whatever I tell you to do, will you listen?" Han Qian asked. In fact, the saying, 'If I make you rebel against your God, you won't listen.'" She didn't say it.

Yinling looked at Han Qian, "Yes, whatever the young lady says, the slaves and maids will listen." ”

After Yinling finished speaking, she looked at the young lady and just smiled slightly at herself. Seems satisfied, but seems not so satisfied. She didn't know what she had to do to satisfy Miss.

Han Qian didn't see firmness in Yinling's eyes, and saw absolute firmness. She still blindly believes in her god Pudaus, and it is not easy to move the god Pudaus from her heart.

The sound of the horses' hooves was sonorous and powerful, and Han Qian opened the small window of the carriage, and outside, the rain was still splashing wantonly. Just past a row of white trees whose leaves fell early, I saw that the white branches dreamed of tearing the sky, but they only poked a few tiny holes in the sky and fell into the stagnant water outside the sky.

As we move away, we are greeted by evergreen trees in all seasons. The green leaves and raindrops kissed lightly, shattered into lovesickness.

When the carriage was about to reach the foot of the fairy song mountain, the lovely raindrops suddenly stopped. The master and servant were lucky not to catch a drop of rain, and returned to the house that they had temporarily taken for themselves.

The night passed quickly. On the second day, before Han Qian left, he left 500 Condor coins for Silver Bell. She didn't know when she would return. Or, what happens to the accidental death.

When the sun resurfaces on the ground, Baiyun also changes into colorful clothes and goes to the feast of mountains and rivers. Han Qian embarked on the road to Xiange again, and also embarked on the unknown battle for survival again.

When Han Qian stood in front of Ji Mo again, Ji Mo was really angry.

Only then did a high disciple full of spiritual roots die, and he was heartbroken. And this female liar, who deceived her Condor Coins, is still so discredited, dressed decently and elegantly and ran to the Dragon Yun Palace. Is this the appearance of showing off his majesty and looking at his gloomy face?

"Are you really not leaving?" Ji Mo once again felt a deep chill and threatened.

"Master, I beg you to test it again. Indeed, the master told the disciple that the spiritual root of the disciple is unfathomable. Han Qian knelt on the ground, she could only ask Ji Mo to give her another chance.

Ji Mo's eyes were like a sharp sword shining with cold light, and he drew a rune in mid-air, "Bring two disciples to the Dragon Yun Palace, immediately!" He passed the word to Zhang Junfeng, the chief deacon of the deacon's hall.

"Master~" Han Qian screamed in panic, looking at Ji Mo sitting at the low table anxiously.

Time passed minute by minute, and every second of Han Qian was like kneeling on pins and needles, as long as Ji Mo was willing to give himself a chance, he was willing to test it again. She will be able to return to the 'Immortal Pavilion'.

At this moment, Ji Mo's arrival touched his anger more and more. As soon as I saw her, I remembered the dead blue butterfly. He also understands about who the murderer will be.

However, whether it is the person who killed the blue butterfly, it is still depressed. Do you think you are a foolish master? So easy to fool.

For the time being, I don't want to hurt George Streamer, who has now become the first high-level spiritual root, and I can't cure a depressed and cold shallow? In the future, wouldn't anyone be able to spread wilderness in his Longyun Mountain?

"Master, can you just let the apprentice test it again?" Han Qian begged again.

At this time, Zhang Junfeng came to the Dragon Yun Hall with two male disciples of mid-level cultivation.

"Head~" Zhang Junfeng and the other three made a move. In the past, he was in the deacon hall, but when he came to the Longyun Hall today, it must be an emergency.

"Put her in the prison cell of the disciples of Luniu Mountain." Ji Mo ordered the three of them.

"Yes~" Zhang Junfeng nodded, he just carried out the order. Then he looked at the disciple who was kneeling on the ground, and said, "Miss Yu, let's go." "There are few people who force the head to speak so harshly.

"Master~" Han Qian shouted unwillingly.

Zhang Junfeng saw that he was shallow and refused to get up, so he ordered the two expressionless fellow disciples who came to the group, "Take her away~"

The two of them were about to move, only to listen to the kneeling on the ground, the first beauty of the well-known 'Fairy Pavilion', and the beauty who has a habit of grinding * mirrors, and said 'Slow ~'. The two of them stopped.

"Since I am no longer your apprentice, then you can't put me in the disciple cell of the 'Immortal Pavilion'." Han Qian must win a chance for herself, she argued fiercely.

Ji Mo raised his head, and his indifferent eyes pierced the ridiculous Yu Hanqian, "You came to send it to death yourself~ If you think, the one who will die will die has the name of a disciple of the Immortal Pavilion." I will fulfill you!

Take it down! "This is his last command, his last patience.

"Yes~" The two of them dragged Yu Hanqian's arm with both hands.

At this time, a shadow quickly shook in at the door, and knelt down in front of Ji Mo respectfully, "Master~"

Ordinary disciples show courtesy when they see the master, but this kneeling, Ji Mo is even more angry, and said to Hu Xuecheng, "What, do you want to accompany her?" ”

In the Dragon Yun Palace, the air is solemn. Life and death, just in Ji Mo's thoughts.

Han Qian knew that if she entered the prison cell of the disciples of Luniu Mountain, and George Streamer heard the news, she would definitely die. This time, even if she has the ability to escape through the sky, it is difficult to fly.

Han Qian is clear, and Hu Xuecheng is even clearer.

On the line between life and death, after all, he is willing to speak for himself, "Master, the apprentice is willing to vouch for his future, and the junior sister has no intention of deceiving." Please also ask Master to be aware of everything. ”

Ji Mo was still angry, and was about to give the last order against the principle to put Han Qian in the disciple's cell. At this moment, another person came in outside the door.

In this murderous atmosphere, he smiled evilly, "I really want to see if her spiritual root has really changed." ”

The arrival of Ji Yujie undoubtedly calmed down the angry Ji Mozhong a little. Ji Mo understands Ji Yujie, he rarely speaks, and there must be a reason for him to speak.

Ji Mo looked at Yu Hanqian who was kneeling on the ground with a cold face, and then looked at Hu Xuecheng on the side. He runs his true qi and takes things from the air. He took the crystal spirit stone placed on the bookshelf and brought it to the low table in front of him.

Han Qian wanted to put his hand up, but Ji Mo didn't give the order. Although she was anxious to prove herself, she did not dare to make a mistake.

In the tense atmosphere, Ji Yujie sat down elegantly next to Ji Mo. He was about to pick up the danqing on the low table to admire, and he didn't want to pull the painting, and the tea on the side spilled on the danqing.

Ji Mo was distressed at first, this was his favorite of all the Danqing in Hanqian. Then, he looked at Ji Yujie and smiled, and said in his heart, "It seems that he is bound to save the scene today." ”

Ji Mo looked at Han Qian, "If your spiritual root is still 3, you will definitely die." You have to implicate the person who intercedes for you. If so, your spiritual root is mid-level, then you immediately get out of Longyun Mountain for me. Never let me see you again~" This is not only for Han Qian, but also for Hu Xuecheng and Ji Yujie.

"Yes, Master." Han Qian replied with some concern. It's already ready to fly, and you have to try it in life and death.

Han Qian knelt down in front of the low table and gently put his hand on the crystal spirit stone.