His voice was too cold, with a thick reproach.

It seems that he has done something evil that is intolerable in heaven.

She was so pitiful, she hadn't eaten for a day, her stomach was hungry, and he murdered her.

Qingyan was a little happy to see him, but when he questioned him like this, the whole person was unhappy.

"As a disciple, what position do you have in mind Master's affairs?"

She crossed her waist and waited for him to argue with her.

Anyway, he has never been big or small, and he doesn't take himself as a master in his eyes.

Only this time she was wrong.

Looking at her coldly from the wind, his expression was indifferent and detached.

"The disciple has trespassed."

With that, he walked out again.

Qingyan watched him turn around and walk out, and rushed over to slam the door in anger.

Just shook the courtyard door, how could her anger disappear, and she went to catch the little squirrel again.

She tied the squirrel with a rope and placed it beside the pillow, and began to count the sins of its master.

Complaining that a person is not like counting sheep, it doesn't make people sleepy, and the more you talk, the more energetic you become.

Her saliva nearly drowned the squirrel.

Until dawn, Qingyan fell asleep, and a big warm hand rescued it.

Lan Shen came back after climbing the mountain, and before the master woke up, he didn't call anyone, and went to the library first.

Qingyan was hungry for a day and two nights, hungry, and dreamed that someone brought her food.

She got up with half her life and wanted to go to the East Kitchen, when she suddenly smelled the aroma of food.

As soon as she walked out of the inner room, there was food on the table, and it was all she liked!

She finished eating it in a hurry before she remembered the matter of the library.

Walking to the library pavilion, a place that has always been deserted, I didn't expect so many female disciples to be reading.

It's not like her two gentlemen, who just want to play, and go home to play.

No matter what the era, women are more energetic than men.

Qingyan thought proudly.

She motioned to the guards to keep quiet and walked in silently.

In front of a row of bookshelves, more than a dozen female disciples stood crowded.

How nice this row of books has to be for them to focus so much on it.

Curious, she craned her neck and looked towards the bookshelf, seeing a figure through the space between the shelves.

Even when sitting, the waist pole is straight and straight, slender and powerful.

Qingyan felt familiar, and glanced at the books on the shelf.

"On the Essential Difference and Internal Connection between Cultivating Immortals and Being a Human Being"

Is this kind of book good?

She shook her head and walked forward, there were also people on the second row of bookshelves, and even more on the third row!

She frowned, feeling that something was abnormal, and then she heard a very small voice.

"Senior brother's hands are so beautiful, I really want to touch them."

From the senior brother? Qingyan violently pulled away the group of female disciples, and saw the people sitting behind the bookshelves.

And the first row is seen by a person, that is, this row is closer, and you can see the side face.

She said that why the library was so lively, it turned out that it was not to read books but to see beautiful women.

Woman, can we have some interest!

Qingyan's eyes looked left and left, so many of them were looking at him?

Her ears were full of discussions about how the wind was doing, and she couldn't help but mumble in a low voice.

"What is so good-looking about him, Senior Brother Lan is good-looking, Senior Brother Lan is gentle and elegant, temperament like Lan, gentle and considerate......"

She used every compliment she could think of.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her hand and startled her.

Won't be recognized, right?

Didn't he know he was here too?

He wouldn't think he had come to him on purpose, would he?

Her captors were agitated and suppressed the sound of wanting to scream.

"Do you think so too! I said, I'm definitely not the only one who likes Senior Brother Lan, how good Senior Brother Lan is, they have no vision! ”

Xu is that she is dressed simply, and her mumbling voice is soft and cute, which is very different from the image of stabbing people with leather whips and knives in the past, and no one recognized her for a while.

"What's only you, I also like Senior Brother Lan, okay." Another man walked over and whispered.

The female disciples in the library pavilion quickly divided into two camps because of Qingyan's words.

There are also those who are single, saying that they like Senior Brother Li, purely to see the excitement.

They are talking and debating who is better than whom.

When it comes to excitement, I have long forgotten to hide.

Qingyan was in a hurry, "You guys lighter, lighter!" ”

It's so loud that it's not afraid to be discovered.

But no one listened to her, the argument became more and more intense, and one of the female disciples had a strong momentum, seeing that she was going to overwhelm the Quartet with her loud voice, Qingyan hurriedly persuaded her.

"Okay, I know you like Lan Shen, and I like Lan Shen too, don't you get excited, okay? We are calm ......"

The other party suddenly blushed and stopped talking.

Qingyan thought that his persuasion was effective, so he just breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head.

Oh my god!

To die, to die.

"Do you like Lan Shen?"

The cold voice seemed to have escaped from an ice coffin.

Qingyan shuddered, not daring to look at the person in front of him who was looking for his life like impermanence.

Did she ever say something like this, "I, I......"?

Qingyan was about to say no, when she saw Lan Shen coming over.

Lan Shen is so beautiful and has such a good voice, she can't say she doesn't like it against her will.

She bowed her head wryly, curled up in a ball, and looked pitiful.

Lan Shen couldn't bear it, and pulled her aside with a sharp look like a knife from the wind.

"Master, sit here."

Qingyan was grateful, and looked at him with moist eyes.

Lan Shen is really good!

She was exaggerating, Lan Shen chuckled.

"Xiao Lanshen, you are so good to the teacher, and the teacher will definitely not treat you badly in the future!" Qingyan said affectionately.

She spoke softly, holding her head for fear of being heard.

Lan Shen smiled again, seeing that she didn't dare to move, he pulled out several books for her, sat on her outside, and protected her in the corner.

"Thank you." Qingyan whispered.

She piled the books together in a three-walled pattern, hiding her head in it and resting her chin on the table.

Lan Shen looked at the book for a while, and seeing that her posture had not changed, she asked in a low voice, "Isn't it uncomfortable?" ”

Qingyan's eyes turned, "Is he gone?" ”

"Nope."

"Alas~"

She sighed and began to flip through the books in boredom.

Lan Shen looked at her timid appearance, he didn't expect that she, as an elder, would be so afraid of a little disciple.

Qingyan smoked this exercise and gave it to him, "Lan Shen, I think you are suitable for learning this." ”

Lan Shen took it, he had read this exercise before, and he didn't think it was special at first glance, but when he looked closely, he actually felt empowered.

He was so engrossed that he didn't pay attention to her.

Qingyan's ears are keen, and he noticed that someone was coming over, poked an eye out of the book wall, and when he saw that it was him, he immediately retracted it.

Stumbling under the table.

Standing at the table from the wind, watching her steal her head and brain, crawling under the table and touching it.

Suddenly, there was a thud from below.

Did she hit her head?

The ink eyebrows were tied in a dead knot, and the eyes that were as dark as night flickered slightly.

Qingyan rubbed his head, eager to ascend to heaven.

She waited for a moment, reaching out and fumbling for herself to crawl out of the other side of the desk.

How did the bench, which was supposed to be hard, become soft?

When she looked up, a large hand was pressing down on the top of her head, and she saw only one arm.

The sleeve is facing her, and the innermost part can be seen all the time.

From the back of the wind hand against the lower edge of the wooden table, the palm of the hand over her head.

With a strong finger, he gouged out her head.

Qingyan lay on the ground, and he was hung out with his head in mind.

She hurriedly grabbed his wrist, fearing that her neck would be broken.

"I'm sorry."

She doesn't care about right or wrong now, she can only admit it.

Congfeng didn't say anything, gently rubbing her red and swollen forehead.

"Does it hurt?"

His voice was still clear, expressionless, not like he cared.

Qingyan didn't know what he meant.

So does he wish he hurt or not?