The corners of Tang Qiuxue's mouth twitched, where did this strong narcissistic aura come from?

"You are so narcissistic, why do you never know as a teacher." Tang Qiuxue, who couldn't listen to it, rubbed the face that could eat just by looking at it.

Because he was timid, he didn't dare to make his words clear, and he hid the loneliness in his heart, and he played in his previous tone haha.

"Master Xue'er, didn't the dust learn from you, don't you often say that the blue is better than the blue, and the wave is higher than the wave."

"We not only have to surpass Master Xue'er in terms of cultivation, but we must be better than blue in any aspect, even if it is narcissism."

As soon as Tang Qiuxue heard this, her temples jumped and hurt, and the original rubbing turned into pinching.

Where is the old lady narcissistic!

Don't put your narcissism on the old lady, I don't carry this pot!

"I'll give you another chance, say it well." Tang Qiuxue showed a smile that was not smiling, and her eyes were clearly threatening, if you don't say it well, you will bear the consequences.

Ye Juechen, who had a strong desire to survive, immediately comprehended the eyes passed by Master Xue'er.

His expression changed: "Master Xue'er, I suddenly thought of a good idea, do you want to listen to it, I promise that we can leave here immediately and take you to other interesting places." ”

Tang Qiuxue raised her eyebrows, knowing very well in her heart that he was changing the topic, but she still followed his wishes and changed the topic with him.

"Say it well."

She is so tired, she is tired of being tempted over and over again.

If only the favorability prompter was still there, she would know how much Dusty had a good opinion of her now.

She didn't have to be so cautious and tempting, for fear that she would scare people away if she was out of line.

She also asked before, but the key was that Yaya said that because she was a temporary post, a lot of authorized ginseng fruits did not come and handed over, so she didn't have the authority to help her......

(╯3╰) I just want to ask the old lady where the one went before!

But looking at Yaya's cute little face wrinkled together with guilt because she couldn't help, and her eyes were watery with eyes, she couldn't speak.

Forget it, she should continue to fight psychological warfare with the little guy.

Tang Qiuxue, who was at the end of the memory, couldn't help but bow to herself with bitter tears.

Ginseng fruit, you, come back quickly.

"Master Xue'er, it's not an important thing anyway, if you want to make people unhappy, it's better to ruin it."

Tang Qiuxue slowly climbed down from him, sat on the side slowly, and pointed her finger: "Dust, the time to save the world has come, go, Dusty (Pikachu)." ”

Ye Juechen's hand that was originally wrapped around her waist was silently retracted, and she stood with her back to it, looking at the eyes in the distance with a complicated light: "Okay, Master Xue'er." ”

Tang Qiuxue sat on the treetops, staring at the ghostly figure of the Night Jue, and sighed helplessly.

She suddenly regretted a little, because Mao was going to be the little guy's apprentice.

He should have fooled him directly at the beginning, how good it was that he was her foster child husband in the night house.

It's good to be a sister no matter how bad it is, so she doesn't have to think about it when she pounces on people, and she just eats it and wipes it clean.

Where is the need to be like this, timid, afraid to do anything.

There is a heart that wants to fall down, and there is no such guts.

So she doesn't even dare to pounce on a man now.

Alas, it's all to blame for being too young and not having enough experience.

Just thinking about Tang Qiuxue made me feel aggrieved.

At the beginning, I thought that I could have a master-apprentice relationship, but it was exciting to think about it.

So she dug a pit for herself, and it was still a pit that she might not be able to climb out of.

Master-apprentice love, it's exciting to think about.

But!

But!

Who knew that this interface was not ordinary, but a two-way conflict between master and apprentice.

That degree can be described as madness, and heaven cannot tolerate it.