Chapter 56: Protecting the Short

Yi Ke had convinced these people, and seeing that Lan Rong's sword was unstable, they were about to have a close contact with the bricks on the floor of the Qiuhua Palace. Iko raised his hand to conjure up a patch of grass, and several people rolled down to the grass with a "bang".

"Damn, Prince Long, you're planning to kill us!" Julu was undoubtedly the one who talked the most.

Even if he fell to the ground, Chi Yan was still embarrassed, his clothes were slightly scattered because of this fall, his hair was flying, revealing a large patch of fair skin on his chest, coupled with the lazy sitting, he suddenly had a lot of charm.

"Demon, don't make trouble for the master. Meng Shu reached out and patted Chi Yan's shoulder, and Chi Yan looked back at him with a smile, waiting to hear his explanation. However, the saw-billed gourd only said the first half of the sentence, and the second half of the sentence was gone.

Looking at his distant back, the corners of Chi Yan's mouth twitched, and he shook his head and sighed: "It's really like an old master!"

"It's just an old master!" the giant deer patted the grass clippings on his ass and strode towards his bedroom.

Yi Ke glanced at Chi Yan meaningfully, and the doubts in his heart did not diminish at all, but now there was no evidence, so he could only continue to pretend that he had not found anything.

Everyone left, Chi Yan watched them leave, got up from the ground, and the spiritual power in his body was shaken, and the coat on his body turned into pieces of rags and fell to the ground, and the grass clippings and wood ashes stuck to his body also fell, leaving only a white undershirt on the whole body, clean and dusty.

As soon as the person entered the bedroom, he covered his chest and grinned for a while, it hurt! That was a fairy sword, if it weren't for his amazing cultivation, I am afraid that he would have died a long time ago.

What is called death to save face and live to suffer sin, this is typical.

"Today's hurdle can be regarded as a pass!" He approached the bed, took off his shoes and meditated, and with a casual summoning, a red spirit fruit flew out of the storage ring, caught it and sent it into his mouth, feeling the sweet juice flowing into his throat, and the pain in his internal organs was quickly relieved. To the best of his ability, he immediately closed his eyes and meditated, digesting the medicinal power of this spiritual fruit and repairing the injured meridians.

There are no secrets on Penglai Island, and in the early morning of the next day, when Qiu Zimo was having breakfast, Lechuan reported the matter to Qiu Zimo.

"Master......" He didn't know the bottom of his heart, and looked at him without blinking.

Qiu Zimo held the bowl and ate the delicious and mellow wontons in the bowl, and in Lechuan's worry, he instructed him, "You accompany me to the main island first." ”

"Yes!" Hearing this, Lechuan was full without breakfast, and mourned for a few juniors in his heart for three seconds, "You should ask for more blessings!" Shizun has always only had Penglai in his heart, Penglai ranked first in his heart, and Luo Ziyan must be second. This group of little bastards wandered around in the night and caused trouble, and Shizun would definitely not spare them easily.

Lethe Swordworth flew, Qiu Zimo stood behind him, and as soon as the two arrived on the main island, Luo Ziyan, who had not slept all night on the main island, received the news.

"Master, Uncle Qiu is here!" the disciple came in to report.

Luo Ziyan stopped meditating, got up and put on his shoes, and instructed his disciples, "Prepare to freshen up!"

"Yes!" the disciple pushed open the door and summoned the miscellaneous disciples who were already waiting outside with washing utensils such as basins, towels, and fine salt.

Over there, after looking for you Luo Ziyan to drive away the disciple who offended Qiu Zimo in person, the people of the main island no longer dared to despise this already useless down-and-out immortal.

The disciples along the "Shangxian ......" bowed down and bowed, and everyone looked respectful.

I haven't seen this kind of row for many years, and Lechuan is happy in his heart, this is the treatment that his master should have. He unconsciously straightened his chest, looked at his master, and saw that his master was not shocked, and he was still as vigorous as before, Tsinghua is unique. He spontaneously felt a sense of pride from the bottom of his heart, this is the relatives he identified, the master he identified, the most beautiful, gentle, and amiable immortal in the world.

Luo Ziyan came out, he hadn't seen Qiu Zimo set foot on the main island for a year, and saw that he was still as calm as before, gentle and polite, "Master!" He was stunned for a moment, he thought that his little junior brother had figured it out and stopped vomiting with himself. But his performance at this time is clearly still alienating himself. This made Luo Ziyan feel more and more uncomfortable, and waved his hand to send away the miscellaneous disciples around him, leaving only a few cronies by his side.

The two walked towards the main hall, and some disciples had already prepared refreshments to serve. These are in the eyes of Lethe, how do you look at it, how do you feel that Lhotse is dying in a cat crying mouse - fake compassion.

"Senior brother, try my dim sum and tea here to see if it suits your taste?" Everyone in Penglai knows that Shangxian Qiu Zimo is no longer able to use spiritual power to cultivate, and he is no different from ordinary people.

"When did the head of the family also have this appetite?" The warm and jade-like voice resounded in the main hall, which was extremely good.

Luo Ziyan tugged at the corners of his mouth, he just wanted to know, what is the life of three meals a day? But after trying it, he found it really troublesome.

"It tastes good!" Qiu Zimo tasted a piece of mung bean cake, the entrance was smooth, soft and glutinous, and he felt tired, so he picked up the tea and took a sip, "It's the best green tea!"

The corners of Lhotse's lips rose slightly, "I know you'll like it!"

Looking at them, you and I said a word, and none of them talked about the topic, Lechuan was a little blocked, and deliberately coughed, reminding the master that there is still no class today!

Qiu Zimo suddenly had the feeling that children were always being controlled by their parents, so he sighed helplessly, and said in Luo Ziyan's envious gaze: "Yesterday, my stubborn disciples caused trouble to the master!"

When Lechuan heard this, he was a little confused, Shizun is protecting his shortcomings?!

"It's a little naughty, but who hasn't been here when they were naughty?" Luo Ziyan's attitude was also quite intriguing, "I remember, we did more than this outrageous thing when we were children, and almost all of these five small islands were turned over by us. ”

Recalling the past, the corners of Qiuzimo's lips rose slightly, obviously remembering the time when he was young.

"I'm going back, it's time to teach the disciples in a while!" Qiu Zimo got up and saluted again, Luo Zimo stretched out his hand halfway, Qiu Zimo had already turned around and left, without dragging mud and water, and his movements were clean and neat.

Lechuan took all this into his eyes, and the master put down the master, which is good......

It was by far the happiest thing he had ever done, and he was so happy and brisk. Two steps behind Qiu Zimo, his face was full of joy.

Looking at Qiu Zimo's distant back, Luo Ziyan's heart hurt and blocked, and he thought to himself, "He is still complaining about me after all!"

When the close disciple heard this, he was puzzled, looked at the sad appearance of the master, and persuaded him, "Master, isn't this what you have always hoped for?"

One sentence woke up Luo Ziyan, yes, isn't this what he has been looking forward to? But why, is his heart still so unhappy?

Shizun was late for the first time, and the whole classroom was full of frolicking, pens and papers flying all over the sky.

"Haha, will we have a day off today?" Jiang Nan took the lead, the snow-white paper was folded into the shape of a frog, and he blew a breath, and the frog bit the face of the giant deer who was dozing off.

Julu felt a pain on his face, raised his hand to wipe it, and the frog was pulled down by him, and he threw it on Meng Shu's desk in a daze. The poor frog had just jumped halfway through, and before he could bite it, he was burned to ashes by the small flames released from Meng Huo's eyes.

"Yin Potian...... Wang Yiping's wolf pen flew onto Yin Potian's back, hitting it with a faint pain in the back. Yin Potian looked at this guy with a straight face, and the wolf threw it on Wang Yiping's forehead with a swish, and his forehead immediately became a little redder, which looked very pleasing. It's crazy to play, it's like this between boys, you me, I'll you. If you can't beat it, you can still say cool words, "Hey, take care of your imperial sister, that demon hooked up again yesterday." ”

It's good that he doesn't mention this, but as soon as he mentions it, he gets angry. When he turned his head, the guy was looking at the lovesickness who was meditating on the talisman, and he was suddenly unhappy. casually threw the white paper in his hand, and became bigger and bigger again, cutting off the sight of the demon.

Now, Feng Qingyun is happy, he doesn't have to do it himself, his seventh brother will do it.

You have a good plan, I have a wall ladder, and in an instant the white paper was framed and turned into a screen, with a few more holes on the screen, and below is a picture of a koi playing lotus.

Everyone was dumbfounded and amazed.

Yin Potian's eyes were full of anger, and he cast an enchantment, enveloping the two of them in a heads-up posture.

"Demon, let's have a good talk!" Yin Potian approached Chi Yan, Chi Yan got up, and faced him two by two, one was unparalleled in elegance and the other was extravagant.

The coaxing was not afraid of the big thing, and it started again, "There's a good show to watch, the future brother-in-law beats the future brother-in-law!"

"I'll look at the lively ...... too"

Acacia raised his forehead, "Why is Seventh Brother so impulsive?"

Looking at Acacia's sad face, Qiu Yu comforted her, "Don't be afraid, Acacia, your seventh brother should be merciful!"

Acacia, "I'm worried about my seventh brother!" Qiu Yu was stunned when he said this, looking at Chi Yan inside with sympathy and unbearable face, and at first glance it was another little fan sister of Chi Yan.

The demon inside is slippery, he won't suffer no matter what, his own heart-to-heart seventh brother has been dismantled, and he is not the opponent of the demon. Thinking of this, Acacia was even more annoyed.

Although separated by an enchantment, every move outside can be seen and heard. In our words, it's a one-way soundproof barrier.

When Yin Potian heard the words of the imperial sister, his heart was tight, and he felt that he had not hurt this sister in vain for so many years, and he was even more confident, "There are so many people watching outside, let's say, it's a heads-up or a group fight!"

Chi Yan sighed, his face full of flattery, "Brother Seventh in the future, can we discuss something?"

"Say!" Yin Potian said succinctly.

"How about we see you in the mountains at night?" Now so many people are watching, and the hand is heavy, and the lovesick can't spare him; Alas, you have to beat people up to a standard these days, is it easy for him?

"Okay!" Yin Potian responded.

"Then we'll see you in the evening!" Chi Yan looked at Yin Potian with a smile, and his smile was full of cunning.

The long-awaited fist and foot confrontation did not happen, and the lively defeat returned. "It's boring!"

"That's it!"

"If it were me, I would have beaten that demon into a pig's head. ”

These are pantothenic acid in the heart, after all, the identity of Acacia is there, no matter who marries her, she will become the upstart of the Dayong Dynasty. It's one thing to know that you're not worthy of others, but it's another thing to watch others pursue low-hanging fruit and wealth, envy, jealousy and hatred.