"The master is above, please accept the apprentice Mo Xiaoxiang's worship!" The priest was slightly stunned, and looked at Leng Wushuang beside him with a blank face.

"Wushuang......! Who is he worshipping here?" he seemed to guess something, but he didn't dare to admit it.

"Sacrifice, the master he worships is naturally you! I really can't imagine that you will have an apprentice!"

He looked at the tightly wrapped young man in white in front of him, and said, "Your name is Mo Xiaoxiang, right? Although I don't know what happened, how can a person as talented as me be someone else's master?"

"Master Sacrifice, you must accept our young master! When you and Miss Wushuang almost died, if it weren't for our young master to rescue him in time, I'm afraid you wouldn't even be satisfied" His words were obviously like a warning to the sacrifice, your life was saved by us, and you were not satisfied with letting you accept our young master as an apprentice?

The sacrificial mourner also knew in his heart that this was exactly the case, and the other party's request was not a request, but a request, and this alone could completely show that the other party was still very sincere, after all, his and Leng Wushuang's lives were indeed saved by them.

"Ah Fu, what are you talking about?" Mo Xiaoxiang glanced at Ah Fu fiercely.

"Young master, am I wrong? Two years ago, the master invited you a lot of creators to be your master, and you didn't look down on it, but this guy doesn't know how to lift!" Although Ah Fu and Mo Xiaoxiang are in a master-servant relationship, they have grown up together since childhood and know each other's spleen and surname.

It's just that what he said just now touched Mo Xiaoxiang's point.

"Come on, bring this guy down for me!" I saw two strong men coming over, one of them directly put Ah Fu to the side.

"Young master, this can't be blamed on Brother Afu! Because what he said is not wrong at all, how can you, look at me, a man in rags who almost died in the desert, have the ability to teach you?" After speaking, he shook off the clothes on his body, and at the same time pretended to be incapable.

Mo Xiaoxiang looked at his expression, but his eyes became more determined.

"Do you think you can fool me?" he slowly pulled out a golden medallion from his cuff.

The Priest recognized at a glance that it was the Order of the Second Class Molder on his body, and he blinked, thinking about how to explain it.

"Haha! You don't have anything to say now, do you? I have seen molders, my father told me when I was a child, molders are a nobler profession than creators, and I want you to be my master must be very face-saving!"

He thought that this young man named Mo Xiaoxiang was going to blackmail himself for something! It turned out to be for the sake of face, but if he thought about it, it would be nothing if he was really just a nominal master.

"Young master, it's not impossible to be your master, but I won't teach you the skills of a creator, so we have to make this clear first. I can take you as a disciple in name, do you know what I mean?" the words of the sacrifice were very straightforward, and there was no need to go around in circles in front of those who understood.

Actually, I'm not a creator anymore, I had an illness a few years ago, and when I got better, all my creator energy was gone. I didn't think it was a big deal at the time, after all, the cultivation of the Creator was too boring, but my father was completely disappointed in me, so I will only help the family with the goods now. Although he didn't seem to have anything on the surface, there was a hint of sourness in his words.

It was getting dark, and the most important thing of the day was the rest time, and the bones of the sacrificial sacrifice that had been bumped in the camel mountain for several days could be said to be falling apart. He didn't wear a heavy cotton coat to shield himself from the bone-chilling wind like the others, but instead took off his shirt and moved his hands and feet around the caravan.

"Sister Wushuang, can you tell me what level of creator you and your master are?" I don't know when Mo Xiaoxiang came to Leng Wushuang's side.

"I'm not a creator, young master. As for what level your master is, how can I know that?" Leng Wushuang replied with a smile.

"How could it be? Aren't you my master? I see that your relationship with your master is definitely not ordinary!" he said that he looked at Leng Wushuang as if he was going to do something to him, and hurriedly ran away.

Leng Wushuang shouted while chasing, "Talk nonsense, chase me until I see that I won't kill you!"

Her words immediately drew a whole laugh from the people around her, and the sacrificial priest was also attracted by this laughter, and he took a few deep breaths to dissipate his energy.

Speaking of movement speed, how could Mo Xiaoxiang, who was not even a creator, be Leng Wushuang's opponent? After a while, he was caught by Wuhua Da.

"Come and save me!I'm the young master of your family!" Mo Xiaoxiang looked at Leng Wushuang with a wicked smile on his face, and hurriedly asked the people around him for help.

But none of the people who listened to his words moved, and after a while, Ah Fu said something.

"This is a grudge between your masters, and we outsiders can't control it!" After speaking, everyone laughed again.

The Priest walked over to Leng Wushuang's side, as if he hadn't heard their previous conversation.

He asked with a puzzled face, "Wushuang, how did this guy offend you?"

Leng Wushuang was just about to speak, but Mo Xiaoxiang preemptively said, "Master save me! Master said to kill me! Hurry up and save me!"

Hearing this, the priest looked at Leng Wushuang in embarrassment. On the other party's face, he clearly saw a shy expression, and in his heart, he was both happy and a little awkward.

"Uh. Hmph, when I didn't show up, you continued. After saying that, he ran away in three steps and two steps.

Mo Xiaoxiang looked at Leng Wushuang with an innocent face and said, "Master, oh no! Sister Wushuang, this is all what the master asked me to shout like this, it was definitely not my will, it was forced by him!"

The sacrifice hadn't gone far yet, and when he heard Mo Xiaoxiang's words, he fell to the ground as if he had tripped over something.

He didn't expect that his nominal apprentice would actually cause trouble and finally blame himself, but fortunately, he knew that Leng Wushuang would not believe Mo Xiaoxiang's words at all, because he knew Leng Wushuang.

It's just that the sacrifice is wrong! Although he understands Leng Wushuang, he doesn't understand women, especially women who have feelings for him.

Leng Wushuang grabbed Mo Xiaoxiang's collar and asked in an accentuated tone, "Are you sure he asked you to say it?"

Mo Xiaoxiang didn't even think about it, and nodded his head seven or eight times.

At this time, Leng Wushuang seemed to believe his words, dropped Mo Xiaoxiang in his hand, and shouted at the sacrifice, "Death sacrifice!

The sacrificial priest turned to look at Leng Wushuang, who was blushing like an apple, rushing straight towards him, he hurriedly got up and ran away, under the red firelight, the sacrificial priest didn't know if the reason for Wushuang's blushing was shyness or anger.

But the only thing he was sure of was that if he didn't run, it would not be easy to be caught.

If you really beat him, you are not afraid of Leng Wushuang, it's just that the other party is a girl, even the strongest warrior can't fight with a girl, this is a heavenly surname.

"Hmph, if you don't save me, hehe......" Mo Xiaoxiang, who was still tied, looked at the sacrifice being chased by Leng Wushuang, but he smiled proudly.

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