Ling Yao took Shang Ember to choose a room, and when he chose and chosen, Shang Ember didn't look at it.

One will dislike this, and the other will dislike there.

"You guy, I think when you were in the palace, the environment you lived in was not very good, why did you come to the Ethereal Mountain to pick this and that, there is no princess life, and you have a princess disease?"

Ling Yao couldn't help but complain, he had already looked at three rooms, and this guy still shook his head.

He should really be left to choose.

Waste her time.

"I didn't have a choice before, but now I don't have a chance to choose? Of course I'm going to choose a better one. ”

Shang Ember didn't feel that he was in trouble, and a triumphant smile appeared on his face.

Like a treacherous fox.

Ling Yao glanced at him and said directly: "Otherwise, you should choose it yourself, I am too lazy to help you choose." ”

Wouldn't it be nice for her to have this time to rest?

Too lazy to worry about it, what she hates the most is to worry about it

The more people like to worry, the easier it is to grow old.

"Master, where is the courtyard where you live?"

Shang Ember asked curiously, his black pupils flashed, and he had his own thoughts in his heart.

"East, what's wrong?"

"I thought about it, why don't I go to the east and choose a room! The house on the east side is better, and it is very close to the master, so it is more convenient for me to go directly to the master if there is anything. ”

Shang Ember touched his chin, and there was a hint of a smile on his handsome and extraordinary face.

Ling Yao frowned slightly, how could she feel that this guy was bothering her to make it more convenient?

Looking at the smile on this guy's face, you can tell that he is not well-intentioned.

"Whatever you want, I don't care."

Ling Yao shrugged and didn't care.

How else could this guy bother her?

So, I took this guy to the east to choose a room.

On the way, Shang Ember thought of something, and suddenly asked, "Master, where does my senior brother live?" ”

"Well, this one!"

Ling Yao suddenly stammered, because she didn't know which room Long Yeche was in.

After a moment of conversation, Ling Yao continued, "You want to know where your senior brother lives, why don't you just ask him yourself?" ”

"Oh, it turns out that Master, you don't know which room Senior Brother lives in, it seems that you are not very good to Senior Brother!"

There was a hint of ridicule in Shang Ember's voice.

Thinking that the master was not very good to the senior brother, the curvature of the corners of Shang Ember's mouth deepened.

Although he apprenticed relatively late, he did not lose to Long Yeche at all.

After all, he and Master have experienced a lot, and naturally there are more memories.

He felt that as long as he stayed by his master's side, his brother would soon fall out of favor.

From now on, he is the only one in Master's heart.

"I'm going to take this room."

"It's right in the room next to you, Master, it's close, and you can take care of anything in the future."

Shang Ember's tone was pleasant, not as heavy as when he was in the Jiaolong Clan.

Ling Yao glanced at Shang Ember and didn't say much.

At this time, Long Yeche, who was practicing swords, stopped to rest, feeling a little complicated.

The master actually brought back another disciple, who originally thought that he was the only one in the master's heart, but now it seems that it is not.

He also knew that he shouldn't pay attention to this, but should focus on cultivation.

But once he was free, he couldn't help but think about it, which made him very helpless.

I don't know what to do.

He was also very helpless about his thoughts.

Long Yeche stabbed the wooden stake in front of him with his sword and stabbed the stake out of the pothole.

Now I don't have the heart to practice swords.

Shang Ember that man looks obviously stronger than him, and he is also a demon clan, so he must be able to please the master, right?

Thinking of this, Long Yeche completely lost the idea of practicing swords.