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Su Moliang heard the sect master call her, so she turned around and looked at him puzzled.

The sect master twisted his eyebrows and said impatiently: "Don't pretend, I can't see your little bruise!"

Su Moliang was stunned for a moment, then patted Jun Haocang's arm and motioned for her to be let down.

"The sect master is leaving me now, shouldn't he want to ask me for lying and lying to you?" Su Mo raised his eyebrows and asked rhetorically. There was not the slightest hint of fear and repentance in the tone.

The sect master didn't speak, but just glanced coldly at Jun Haocang who was standing beside Su Moliang.

This disciple, he couldn't see through it, and he always felt a little weird.

Su Moliang saw that it was inconvenient for the sect master to speak, so he turned his head and said to Jun Haocang: "Go back and wait for me first." ”

Jun Haocang frowned, as if he was unwilling to go.

"I'll be fine, he doesn't dare to touch me yet, if he dares to touch me, I think you will destroy the entire Silent Annihilation Sect. Su Moliang chuckled and squeezed his hands, like coaxing a child.

It's just that when the sect master heard this, he couldn't help frowning, and a look of surprise crossed his eyes.

What a big breath for the Silent Annihilation Sect!

Just when the sect master carefully looked at Jun Haocang, the latter had already listened to Su Moliang's persuasion, turned around and walked out, leaving only an unfathomable back, giving him an indescribable feeling.

This disciple doesn't seem to be as simple as it seems.

Looks like it's time to get to work.

Seeing that the sect master was a little distracted looking at Jun Haocang's figure leaving, Su Moliang coughed lightly and recalled his thoughts: "Sect Master, can you talk now?"

When the sect master heard this, he retracted his gaze, straightened his face, and slowly walked to the chair above and sat down.

"Sit down. The sect master pointed to the position on the right side below, and commanded lightly.

Su Moliang didn't refuse, and sat down.

"A few days ago, I heard that you stole Elder Zhao's Flame Thunder Spirit Blood Ding!" the sect master raised the teacup on the side, took a sip gently, and said slowly.

Su Moliang felt a sigh in his heart, and then chuckled: "What, does the sect master want to help the Zhao family investigate this case?"

The sect master waved his hand, a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle instantly raised, as if he had stretched out his claws and suddenly grabbed Su Moliang's gaze, his cold lips moved slightly, and his voice was several times more gloomy than before, "You should know that Wind Ink Mark is my proud protégé." ”

The deep voice carried a bit of warning, Su Moliang's expression was shocked, and he immediately understood.

It turned out that what this sect master cared about was not the Zhao family, but his precious apprentice.

Su Mo smiled coldly, glanced at him lightly, Qing Yue's voice was very good: "I naturally know that he is your proud protégé, but I don't know what the sect master means when he suddenly mentions this!"

"Hmph, pretend to be stupid! I didn't know about you before, and I only thought you were a country girl with little knowledge, but today you opened my eyes, not only are you not stupid, but you are also very smart, and I think it is because of you that I value you. But-"The sect master is worthy of being the sect master, and when he made such a fuss today, he saw clearly what kind of person Su Moliang was, but halfway through the conversation, the conversation changed, and he suddenly changed his tone.

"However, you are from the Southern Sui Kingdom, it is a shame that you can't wash away no matter what, plus you are now the lowest outer disciple of the Silent Annihilation Sect, if you are related to the traces, what will others think of him, what will they think of the Feng family, and what will they think of my Silent Annihilation Sect!" The sect master's solemn face was full of ferocity, and his eyes staring at Su Moliang were as sharp as knives.

Su Moliang once thought about being disliked by the man's family, but he never thought of being disliked by the elders of a man who had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, Su Moliang wanted to laugh very much, but he couldn't control it, and the smile crawled all over his face.

Seeing this, the sect master frowned and roared: "What are you laughing at!"

"Sect Master, you seem to have misunderstood something, I am just a nodding friend with Feng Moji, how can I talk about the relationship, if you really want to talk about the relationship, then I only have a relationship with him as a senior brother and a junior sister. Su Moliang replied with a chuckle, his face was a little disdainful.

Obviously, she didn't intend to have anything to do with Wind Ink at all.

It's just that the suspicious sect master doesn't believe it.

He knows too much about the ink marks.

The kid had a cold personality and didn't care about anything, if it wasn't for this woman seducing him, how could he suddenly be so interested in a woman.

It was this kind of self-righteousness that the sect master thought that it was Su Moliang's ghost.

"Hmph, don't quibble, whether it matters or not, I'm not blind, look at it. Today, I have spoken very clearly, I just hope you keep it in mind and don't provoke the traces, otherwise I don't mind getting rid of you. The sect master's cold eyes flashed coldly, and the blunt warning was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, straight to the throat.

Su Moliang was slightly shocked, and when he met those black eyes, his heart was a little chilling.

It seems that she is really going to keep her distance from the wind ink marks.

However, they didn't cross paths before, so I really don't know what distance to keep.

"Okay, you stand down-" What should be said, he has already said it, if Su Moliang is smart, he will naturally understand what he means, if he is not smart, then don't blame him for being ruthless.

Su Moliang didn't want to say more than half a word to this suspicious sect master, so he simply stood up, didn't even bother to make a salute, and turned around and walked out of the hall directly.

Along the way, she was preoccupied, recalling the scene when the wind and ink marks were cleared three times.

The first time in the restaurant, she helped her block Lu Jian's attack, the second time in the admissions office, she blocked the elder's troubles, and the third time in her courtyard, she blocked Elder Zhao's killing.

Every time she is in danger, he will always show up in time!

Su Moliang suddenly realized this, his heart was secretly shocked, his face couldn't help but change, and before he had time to think about what was going on, he heard the sound of Zheng Zheng Qin not far away.

It's night now, and the sound of the piano looks cold and arrogant in the somewhat bleak night breeze, but it is gripping and captivating.

Su Moliang involuntarily stopped, looking sideways to the right.

I saw that under the gazebo not far away, there was a handsome man, under the stars and the moon, I saw that his eyes were like bright stars, his skin was like snow, and his elegant and refined face was like a piece of beautiful jade shining in the dark night, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

He slender and elegant hands gently stroked the strings, stroked the layers of rippling music, the sound of the piano euphemistic but resolute, coupons came, like the white clouds on the horizon, slowly stretched, and like noble flowing water, rushing, the ethereal sound of the piano with his spotless noble temperament, like the nine heavens falling from the immortals, like a dream.

Su Moliang was stunned for a while, only to realize that this person was the wind ink mark.

She was shocked in her heart, and immediately reacted, and raised her foot to rush forward.

She was only warned by the sect master today, and she really didn't want to have anything to do with him.

However, it backfired, and at this time, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, in exchange for the cold sound of wind and ink marks.

"Are you so afraid of me?"