"Mochen, don't come unharmed. ”

"Feng Banyuan, don't you come unharmed?"

Then there was a long silence.

Jiuluo's lips were pursed, and the palms of his hands clenched into fists were sweating unconsciously. The soldiers who have no reason in their hearts are in chaos.

She felt like she was an empty city, unguarded and embattled.

There is only one ink dust living in the city. Originally, the days were quiet and beautiful, and the coming days could be expected.

Suddenly, an army from nowhere in the middle of nowhere, secretly attacked and pressed the territory, encircling her city impenetrably. Ink dust is also going to go with the army......

A giggling chuckle interrupted Jiu Luo's worries.

Feng Banyuan made a gesture of "please" with a graceful posture, looked at Mo Chen with affectionate eyes and said, "Don't be stunned here, it's a guest from afar, it's rare for you to come back, I prepared your favorite meal, go and try it?" From beginning to end, she didn't even look at Jiuluo.

Mo Chen nodded and smiled: "Okay, the city lord's craftsmanship must be tasted." ”

He stood side by side with Feng Banyuan, putting Jiuluo behind his head.

Jiuluo stared at the backs of the two of them, and didn't want to admit it, but he also inexplicably came up with a sour word in his heart: Heaven made ...... Phew, dog man and woman.

After scolding Mochen in her heart, she was still a little guilty.

A dignified character like him is really not suitable for that word.

Slag. When I saw the bewitching one, I couldn't control myself, and I smiled like a chrysanthemum, ugly or not.

Jiuluo followed behind this "made in heaven" pair, slandering all the way, and when the team stopped, he found himself entering a beautiful and elegant palace.

She thought that the place where this bewitching city lord lived would be gold carved and magnificent, but she never thought that the taste would be the same as that of ink dust. Even the layout of the temple is similar.

Jiu Luo glanced at Mo Chen, and there was a look of appreciation in his eyes.

Feng Banyuan led the way in front and walked towards the inner hall with ink dust, and all the attendants stayed in the main hall and guarded the door. Jiu Luo followed behind Mo Chen and wanted to follow up, but the attendants on both sides stretched out their hands to stop her.

Jiu Luo asked angrily, "This is the hospitality of Wuji Desert City?"

Mo Chen and Feng Banyuan, who were walking in front, stopped and looked back at her.

Mo Chen's always cold face had no expression on it, but the delicate city lord was surprised and seemed to have found such a big living person as Jiuluo.

"Mochen, who is this?"

In other words, which little fairy maid is this, so ignorant of the rules.

Jiu Luo ignored her and moved his gaze to Mo Chen's face. The meaning couldn't be clearer: Who am this fox girl?

Feng Banyuan saw that Jiu Luo didn't talk, and he also looked at Mo Chen with a smile.

Mo Chen glared back at Jiuluo, let out a casual "oh", and explained to Feng Banyuan: "This is my apprentice Zhu Jiuluo. ”

Apprentice?

Apprentice?

How can he be an apprentice? He is confused with three or two words. Plain made her a little shorter than the woman.

Why Apprentice?

"I'm not. Jiuluo blurted out.

Mochen turned his head, smiled at her and didn't look at her, and didn't speak.

Feng Banyuan glanced at Mo Chen meaningfully, and then went to ask Jiu Luo: "What is it if it's not an apprentice?"

Jiuluo had never thought about this problem.

What is the relationship between himself and Mochen?

Feng Banyuan's words were like a needle, picking up the blister on the tip of her heart, forcing her to take a look at the position that had been wrapped in the blister.

When Mo Chen was still three thousand, he was the best-looking man in the world she had ever seen, and she was inexplicably flustered at every glance.

And when he was no longer three thousand, she deliberately blurred his identity, not thinking about it, not defining it.

He was her savior and taught her what she is doing now. However, she didn't want to be his apprentice.

Especially not wanting to admit it in front of this woman.

Jiuluo raised his head, neither humble nor arrogant.

"He's my peak, and I'm her subordinate. In the lower extension of the sushi Yuqing hall to wish Jiuluo. ”

Feng Banyuan looked at Zhu Jiuluo, and when he heard the three words of Yuqing Palace, there was still a trace of waves in his calm eyes.

She giggled twice and quipped, "I said how could you accept apprentices?" ”

Mo Chen's face returned to his original coldness, and he looked back at Jiuluo: "Come in." ”