45 came to an end

After listening to Mo Weirui's narration, everyone's eyes on Wen Chuanting changed instantly, no longer treating him as an insignificant child, and faintly seeing him as an equivalent existence.

That's where background comes in!

Shangguan Mo Yan was extremely happy, and was even suspected of provoking Situ Ye with his eyes. Compared with Shangguan Mo Yan, who was the first to show kindness, Situ Ye's face first changed, and a look of regret appeared, and then it turned into firmness, and he began to be enthusiastic about asking Chuanting.

In this regard, Wen Chuanting smiled shyly, neither seemed close nor distant, and the proportions were just right.

The pavilion master, who made a big fuss, used the Spring and Autumn Technique to whitewash the whole incident, which can be regarded as a heavy and light treatment. The previous threats have long been forgotten as if nothing had happened.

What made Wen Chuanting a little depressed was that the pavilion master's serious expression was replaced by a kind smile, and he also seemed a little closer to him, and there was a deep sense of vigilance hidden in the closeness.

It's over, no one is hurt, no one is punished, and everyone is happy.

Over time, all problems will settle down, either melt over time, or wait for fermentation.

A high profile will inevitably attract attention, and people will always be attentive and vigilant.

"What's the matter?!" asked Chuanting quite leisurely, as if he hadn't found any vigilance against him, and his life was comfortable, "Being concerned is not cutting meat, let alone dying, that is, paying attention every day, being watched, it's just a little less freedom, I don't do anything unseemly, and I'm afraid of them?"

"I live my life, do my own thing, who loves to spy on whom, it's their freedom to waste energy, what's the matter with me?!" Wen Chuanting shook his head, not paying attention to it in his heart, and kept playing with a token in his hand, which was left by the pavilion master before leaving.

"A sword book in exchange for a token of free access to the library pavilion, a sure profit and no loss. Wen Chuanting showed his teeth at the two Mo Mu who showed anxious expressions in front of him, and exaggeratedly raised the token and shook it in front of the two of them, showing his war results.

"That's the sword book, the sword book that inspired the pavilion master, just exchanged for a token on the first floor of the library pavilion!" Mo Weirui was a little angry, and she showed a surprisingly complacent anger at Wen Chuanting. In her mind, a sword book, the sword book given by the senior, was easily taken away by the pavilion master, and only in exchange for a token that freely entered and exited the first floor of the library pavilion, how could it be considered a loss.

Moreover, the sword score was given by the senior, and it had not yet been approved by the other party, so Wen Chuanting gave it away so easily, which made her heart full of worry. An existence that can easily cut down a powerhouse in the Great Venerable realm has become accustomed to being high, and face is an extremely important thing.

Asking Chuanting without his consent, he transferred the sword spectrum sent by the other person, which was tantamount to cutting off the other party's face.

"It's okay!" asked Chuanting, still smiling lightly.

"How can it be okay, do you know that senior's temperament? Do you understand that senior's temper? Or did that senior allow you to give away his sword spectrum?" Mo Weirui jumped a little, and asked Chuanting's answer, and her indifferent look made her even more angry. Every time I think of that fierce and murderous method, I feel cold in my heart for no reason.

Mu Yirou's pale face never faded, his eyes full of worry stared at Wen Chuanting, and the palm that grabbed his small hand was full of sweat, cold and cold, "Xiaozhou, you are too reckless this time." ”

In a simple word, although it is a reproach, it makes people's hearts warm. Asked Chuan Tingting back with a smile to show relief, and was about to speak, but was interrupted again by Mo Weirui.

"You are small, you are not sensible, how can the pavilion master be like this? deceived a child, and said that he wanted to keep it temporarily, so he was not afraid of that person's drastic methods, and the sword pavilion could block that person's ferocity?" The delicate fist hammered on the table, and the ground trembled three times.

"Senior sister!" Mu Yirou frowned, her eyes were full of reproach, and her eyes kept wandering at the door with a little worry, for fear that someone would suddenly break in and escort Mo Weirui, who was making a lot of nonsense, away.

"We can't say what he did?!" Mo Weirui raised her eyebrows, her heart was full of anger, and she had a tendency to jump to her feet and scold.

"Senior sister, you calm down first!" Mu Yirou grabbed Mo Weirui's palm, and looked at her with a quiet gaze without retreating.

"Calm down?!How can you be calm?" Mo Weirui broke free of Mu Yirou's palm, shook her arm, and had the urge to fight if she didn't agree with a word, "You didn't see that person's means, if you let that person know that the sword book was sent out, what will you do to us, how will you treat Xiaochuan?"

"Senior sister is just his bloodline, if something goes wrong, how will you let us face senior sister in the future?" Mo Weirui burst into tears, her teeth rattling.

"Hey!" Mu Yirou sighed, tears rolling in her eyes, but she thought of the same question, if the bone demon made a move on them, who would be safe?!

"But what can we do if it has happened?" Mu Yirou forcibly suppressed the sadness in her heart, and her tone was full of helplessness. "I hope he is a broad-minded senior, even if he finds out, he won't bother with us, I hope that the pavilion master can quickly study some experience and return the sword book as soon as possible, so that we don't have to worry about it." ”

Seeing that the two of them were full of sadness, they kept sighing, and they couldn't keep it any longer, until they heard Mo Weirui mention the deceased Shangguan Yanyun again, and an inexplicable feeling rose in her heart, and the smile on her face stiffened a little, "Two senior uncles, don't worry!"

"Why aren't you worried?!" Mo Weirui asked, only to find that her tone was a little stiff, and the anger in her heart was suppressed, and her tone changed softly, "You are still young, and you don't know what's at stake." ”

Without waiting for Chuanting to speak, Mu Yirou continued, "Don't listen to your Uncle Mo's description at the beginning, in fact, we are not so close to that senior, which senior made two moves, once to give you a spirit treasure when you were not yet born, and once to give you a sword book." We don't know the name and surname of the predecessor, and we don't know the purpose of his shot. Either way, we need to be careful. ”

In the face of the earnest teaching of the two, Wen Chuanting was speechless, and he wanted to speak several times, but was interrupted by the two, and he was unspeakably depressed in his heart.

"You don't know my relationship with him, and if you did, you wouldn't be so worried, and you wouldn't have let me experience the warm feeling of being worried. Wen Chuanting felt a little guilty in his heart, but he didn't intend to make the relationship between the two clear, this is a secret that cannot be revealed to others, and it is a secret that needs to be kept to death.

"The sword spectrum is self-made by me!" asked Chuanting finally seized the opportunity, and his words were like thunder on the ground, shaking the two of them a lot.

"What did you say?" Mo Weirui's widening eyes were full of doubt.