Chapter 447: Canteen Slap in the Face (8)

"Pull your stomach for another half an hour, and you'll be fine." Jimo Wuxin saw that they vomited and collapsed, so he added seriously, and then left behind Hua Qianye with Luo Qingyin.

Luo Qingyin was poisoned, Hua Qianye came forward to protect people, and then Jimo unintentionally detoxified, the three of them cooperated seamlessly, not only did they pick themselves clean in the end, but also made them hate them so much that they had to write down this favor.

Relieved, so relieved!

Out of the dining hall, Luo Qingyin smiled happily.

It's great to have such a mentor and such a junior!

The sun sets, the pavilion is bathed in the sunset of the afterglow, the students of the pavilion walk towards the dining hall in twos and threes, the evening breeze is gentle, and the fragrance of flowers and plants is sent, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

Hua Qianye turned around and looked at the two of them, his white clothes were like snow, like clouds and mist, and the corners of his lips raised a slight arc, which looked warm and perfect under the reflection of the sunset.

"I need to be more secretive next time, so as not to make people suspicious of you, understand?"

Luo Qingyin and Jimo Wuxin changed their faces at the same time.

Ah, sure enough, I still can't hide it from my mentor.

Hua Qianye saw that their expressions were annoyed, and they were in an unexpectedly good mood, and said with a slight smile: "However, as the first time, your performance is very good, but you have lost some." ”

Lost?

Luo Qingyin and Jimo glanced at each other unintentionally, and quickly understood.

After suffering from rumors for nearly ten days, it was only after compensating for a point contribution card of the main soul peak, which was indeed enough to lose.

When she entered the Formation Pavilion and didn't do anything, she was dismounted by others, slandered her reputation by others with nonsense, and even affected her mentor, who took care of her at that time?

If Hua Qianye hadn't appeared, I'm afraid that at this moment, even if Ren Tianxing was beaten into a trick, he would force her to confess to the poisoning.

Thinking of this, she nodded and sighed, "I really should have slaughtered more." ”

Jimo unintentionally agreed: "Then let them suffer a little longer." ”

It's a pity that it's too late.

Hua Qianye concluded: "If you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you don't have to be too polite. While teaching them a hard lesson, seize the opportunity to fight for maximum benefits. ”

Actually......

Luo Qingyin's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Hua Qianye in surprise.

From head to toe, he doesn't look like a sinister and cunning person who extorts money.

Sure enough, don't you look like a man?

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on her eyes, with a faint glimmer: "Yes, Mentor." ”

Hua Qianye bent the corners of his lips approvingly, and the corners of his white clothes flew up, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Luo Qingyin looked at his back and looked sideways at Jimo Wuxin, just as Jimo Wuxin raised his head, his eyes were facing each other, and his face like a flower cat immediately turned red.

Luo Qingyin was puzzled: "What's wrong with you?" Excited like this? ”

Jimo Wuxin: "......"

He just felt warm.

When others were afraid of his identity as an insect master, they didn't dare to approach him, and when they didn't dare to get close to him, only Hua Qianye and her were still standing by his side as always.

Hua Qianye didn't care about his identity as an insect master and was willing to accept him as a student, so even if he got a high score in the final exam of the Valley of Trials, he was still willing to choose Hua Qianye.

Luo Qingyin didn't care about his identity as an insect master, but instead gave him Baicao wine to heal his wounds and was willing to invite him to dinner, so when she was in trouble, he did not hesitate to use his identity as an insect master to draw a successful mark on the poisoning incident.

Mao Dun Literature