This is only secondary, if you let the world know that the dean of Fengyun Academy is still a herb fetish with obsessive-compulsive disorder, I don't know how you will feel, what is a small courtyard in this area, the whole mountain behind Fengyun Academy is his back garden, there is nothing to plant grass and trees to feed demon beasts, and the whole thing is a strange person who walks out of the deep forest.

The jungle is getting deeper, the chaotic scenery gradually has order, and then a delicate and delicate but natural rhythm courtyard appears in front of Murong Su's eyes, small bridges and flowing water, pavilions and corridors, vine winding swings, small scenery built by bamboo forests, pebble paths, and various flowers, which are overwhelming.

The most interesting thing is that there is a wild pepper planted in the center of the courtyard, and there is a row of corn stalks scattered next to it, and a few ripe corn are hung.

Murong Su didn't want to complain, this hobby is really not something that ordinary people can taste, and probably only big people like the dean can enjoy it.

"It's coming!" The voice that was as pure and clean as the clear spring of a mountain stream floated out, and in the next second, a man in a purple robe and a shawl with black hair walked out.

The eyebrows are narrow and flamboyant, the eyes are half-squinted, like spring water, the emerald eyes are glowing with charming color, the purple clothes are slightly loose, revealing the sexy and fair collarbones, and the flamboyant black hair is scattered, invisibly revealing a lazy and casual.

"Sit!" The dean leaned back on the bamboo chair, and the whole person suddenly softened, and the white jade fingers shook the wine glass in his hand, looking careless, and in the crystal glass, the red wine swayed gently with his movements, bearing the random play of the master.

Murong Su gasped, if he hadn't prepared in advance, I'm afraid he would really lose his temper at this time.

Is this still a man, his existence is simply to fight women all over the world, noble, elegant, beautiful, charming, with a face that is fairer and smoother than a woman, so delicate that you can't see a trace of pores.

The most important thing is that this gaze is flowing, full of style, soft and rigid, and people can't help but want to pounce on it and ravage it.

"How, are you satisfied with the appearance of the deity?" The man leaning on the bamboo chair raised his eyebrows, and suddenly looked at Murong Su and said abusively.

"The beauty is drunk, the face is drunk, an increase of one point is too long, a decrease of one point is too short, it is to describe the dean's beauty!" Murong Su looked at him without timidity, and blurted out the words in his heart.

is indeed a beauty, no wonder it is rumored that men lose interest in women when they see the dean, but they are curious, who is the rumored mysterious suitor? It would be even better if one day we could see it.

Mu Lao's face was black, and he looked at the two of them speechlessly, not interested in some conversations.

"Haha, it's really a lovely person, no wonder Mu Lao will take a fancy to it, the little girl is brave and has good qualifications, if one day your master doesn't accept you, even if you come to be with the deity, you are welcome here at any time." The dean was in a good mood, he couldn't help laughing, his shoulders shrugged, don't be a beautiful view, seeing Murong Su's eyes flashed again, demon, the dean of demons is here, and all the women in the world should suffer.

"Go and go, you just met and you dug into my corner, and I want the apprentice to find it himself, old man, I don't want to eat you, hurry up and talk about something." Mu Lao's face was slightly gloomy, and he urged quite unceremoniously, his precious apprentice didn't think about it, he was still waiting to give him a pension in the future and become famous in the world.

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