Chapter 115: The Female Ghost Always Wants to Bend Me! 34

Facing Su Yi's departure, he was stunned for a moment.

In fact, she is not obsessed with the unwillingness in her heart, but after so many years, no one has ever been able to cause waves in her heart.

And Huai Yan is just the opposite, his coldness, his indispensability, let her frozen heart have a trace of strange feelings.

Ji Xi shook his head, turned into white smoke and entered the Zero Hall, and then controlled his soul power and chased in the direction Su Yi left.

Su Yi came to the desert and saw the two juniors who were meditating and cultivating with their eyes closed, with a smile on the corner of their mouths.

Regarding the task of guarding the little apprentice Mo Qingyan, Su Yi is no longer obsessed with finding a Taoist companion for him.

Everything has accidents, and if the little apprentice really has a heart for the female doll, he will understand. She was not allowed to intervene.

Then, the current situation is to take the two dolls to the secret realm to experience with peace of mind.

Mo Qingyan opened his eyes, "Senior Shu, are you back?" But for tea? ”

Su Yi smiled faintly, this apprentice is still more intimate.

"Well, let's make a pot for Bendao."

Mo Tingwei also opened her eyes when she heard the conversation between the two, "Senior senior, you last night... In fact... Wei'er has nothing to do with the Ancestor. ”

Su Yi: ???

What kind of god twist is this? She didn't ask anything, why did this little doll want to cover it up?

Su Yi twisted his eyebrows slightly, and replied lightly: "Female doll, cultivate with peace of mind." Don't be cranky! ”

Regarding Mo Tingwei's current words, Su Yi was thinking, this female doll was afraid that she was really moved by Mo Qingyan. will panic and say something jealous. Don't they all say that women in love are more sensitive and have low self-esteem?

Su Yi can understand that she, a senior who seems to be a woman, has a dangerous embankment, but she is noncommittal.

A person, the mind of comparison and jealousy is too heavy, and it will not be able to achieve great things after all.

Yes, Su Yi just mentioned a few words, as for whether the female doll can understand the meaning of her words, it is her business.

At this time, Mo Qingyan picked up the tea and presented it to Su Yi, "Senior, your tea." ”

"Hmm... You two take a break. Let's start in a moment. ”

"Yes, Qing Yan understands."

Hearing this, a trace of loss crossed Mo Tingwei's eyes.

When it was dawn, the three of them headed towards the secret realm.

This secret realm was originally the place where Huai Yan planned to let Mo Qingyan practice. Huai Yan knew that the little apprentice had a pure temperament and didn't know what the danger was. Then, only by rescuing in the Jedi can the Dao heart be more stable.

The three of them walked through the desert and came to a city.

Most of the people in this city are Taoists and Buddhas, and their cultivation is not too high, but the city lord's is still good.

After entering the city, the prosperity of the city surprised Su Yi. Such a remote city has an ethereal feeling of flowers.

Su Yi walked in the market with a faint expression, and suddenly a particularly embarrassed woman came out, sobbing: "Immortal, please save the slave family." The slave family doesn't want to become the concubine of the city lord! ”

Su Yi: ...... Looking for her for Mao? Shouldn't you ask for a humble gentleman?

Su Yi swept lightly, and then lifted his steps.

Woman:......

Seeing that this was ineffective, the woman did not hesitate to pounce on Mo Qingyan behind her.

Mo Qingyan dodged and avoided the woman's entanglement.

He said indifferently: "Girl, you have found the wrong person!" ”

Su Yi was silent, glanced back at Mo Qingyan lightly, and was particularly satisfied with his performance this time.

The woman just now, it was obvious that she was approaching them with a purpose.

Otherwise, before entering the city, how could she notice the movement here, but after they appeared, the woman pounced on her like a life-saving straw.

"Let's go, Yan'er."