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Chapter 3483 What to do if the disciple always wants to deceive the teacher (73)

"So you should go away."

Feng Yu was not right. He leaned against the window with great interest, shaking lazyly, with a charming red dress, more seductive than a fairy. He licked his thin lips, and the water was shimmering, "Are you here to comfort you? Don't misunderstand your good devil's heart."

Ranbai said oh, and she pulled her lower lip: "No need."

Feng Yu stuttered, and he jumped out of the window and approached Ranbai, "What's the good thing about this Xuanqing Sect? It doesn't seem like nothing is worthy of rareness."

"Anyway, it's better than your demon realm." Ranbai said.

Feng Yu snorted softly, not arguing with Ran Bai about this issue, "Why, can't bear to leave?"

"What does it have to do with you?"

Feng Yu Ningning the girl in front of Ning, and suddenly thought of the thought that he had passed away last time before he had time to ask. He felt that it was a bit outrageous but unusually subtle.

"Little girl, you won't really have any thoughts about your master..., right?" Feng Yu asked tentatively and uncertainly.

Ranbai's eyebrows and eyes turned cold, "Get out."

“…”

"I am here for your own good. I will tell you that it is impossible for you and your master. Yu Chen is not only an immortal king but also your master. Did you actually make an idea about your master?"

Feng Yu raised his eyebrows, remembered the cold and elegant eyebrows of the man in his memory, and sneered: "It's bold enough, I like it. But I still advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible."

"You won't know the difference between immortals and demons, right?" He said lazily: "If you have this skill, it's better to consider this class."

"I can also let it go together with the special path." The girl in red had cold eyebrows and calm tone, which was natural for her tone.

Feng Yu glanced at her and suddenly fell silent. He suppressed the strange discomfort in his heart and snorted, "At the fairy sword conference today, others said that you and your ruthless master... are they real or false?"

As for Feng Yu's understanding of Yu Chen, it was difficult for him to believe this matter.

After all, above these three realms,

Those who restrain themselves and return to courtesy and are solemn and elegant are the first person in Yu Chen.

How could it be that with his disciple or the Demon Lord do such a ridiculous and unfaithful thing?

to be honest,

Even he was surprised by the choice of the Immortal Lord at the Fairy Sword Conference.

In his impression, the Immortal Lord seemed to be so tolerant to anyone.

"It has something to do with you?" Ran Bai smiled, "I would like to advise the Demon King. If you have this time, it is better to take good care of the Demon Realm."

"There is no more interesting than you in the Demon Realm." Feng Yu also smiled, frivolous and charming.

The eyebrows and eyes were faint and there was no words.

"I'm telling the truth." Feng Yu said: "The Demon Realm welcomes you at any time. I'm different from your master. He has his own principles and morals, but you and I are the same kind of people."

Ranbai was very annoyed to listen to such words, "Have you said enough?"

Feng Yu: "..."

OK.

This girl is kind enough to treat her as a donkey's liver and lungs.

He can't control it.

"Okay." Feng Yu smiled. He grinded his teeth and deliberately sarcasticly angered her: "I am leaving. Don't cry if you touch the wall at your master."

Ranbai immediately pulled out Hun Shang and wanted to give Feng Yu a sword.

Feng Yu ran away in the next second.

Ranbai: "..."

Don't run if you have the ability.

The Demon Lord's eyebrows were covered with a faint darkness, the corners of his eyes were impatient and irritable, and he was a little lazy and evil. He had no intention, so he just opened the door casually and walked out.

However, she didn't expect to see the figure of the Immortal Lord in the peach forest not far away. She raised her eyebrows, was stunned for a moment, and walked over slowly.

"Master hasn't slept yet?"

The young immortal king stood tall and stood tall, and his white clothes were as fine as snow, spotless as dust. The night wind brought up his sleeves, and his figure looked a bit thin and lonely, with a cold and solemn temperament.

He turned his back to her, and after hearing the sound, he turned around faintly. The snow-cloth seemed to be gathering the gentle moonlight, with silver light flowing. His deep and beautiful eyes reflected a trace of moonlight exposed from the clouds. His eyes fell on Ranbai and he nodded calmly.

Ranbai thought of the demon king who was still in her room just now, and he didn't know if the Immortal Lord knew...

Probably don't know.

If I knew that with the character of the Immortal Lord, it would probably be like this now, and I could not allow a king from the Demon Realm to come and go freely at Duanyuan Peak.

"The disciple can't sleep either." Ranbai bent the corner of his lips, and the red clothes were a little eye-catching in the night. She walked to Yu Chen and was a little lazy and joking: "Maybe I fell asleep when I was with my master."

Yu Chen's expression was very quiet, and when he heard this, he just glanced at her with a lukewarm look, his eyes as bright as ink.

It took a short time to stop on her for a second or two, but it seemed that she hadn't stopped.

He walked by her side, his voice cold: "Go to rest early."

Ranbai was still standing there, watching the immortal king's back leaving, without moving for a long time.

The night is long, and the night is like a knocked ink. The moon hides behind the clouds and refuses to come out, only the stars emit a glimmer of light.

The next day,

Ranbai said that leaving today is really leaving today.

But she had never seen Yu Chen, nor went to look for him, and left Duanyuan Peak directly.

In a place where Ranbai cannot see it.

The top of the mountain,

A snow-clothed body slowly revealed after leaving Baibai. The immortal king stood there, always looking down at the common people alone, but now he is only looking at the direction of one person leaving.

Ranbai had just gone down the mountain, but suddenly heard a cold and unwavering voice in the forest.

"Mo Bai."

The sound was so nice that it sounded too much, like a breeze and a bright moon, containing the vast pressure unique to the world.

It looks even more ethereal in the forest with the rustling wind.

Immortal Lord?

Ranbai stopped.

A figure suddenly appeared in the air and landed calmly.

"Master." Ranbai stared at the person in front of her. Her fingertips were buckled on the long sword scabbard, and she curled her lips and chatted and laughed: "Does the master agree to me when I come to see you?"

Yu Chen was silent for two seconds. He walked forward and handed Xue Ji in his hand to Ranbai.

Ranbai was stunned for a moment.

"You hold it." The immortal king's voice was cold and low: "It has its own spiritual consciousness. With it by your side, it will definitely protect you."

Yu Chen knew where Ranbai was going to leave this time, what purpose would it have, and what kind of bloody storm would it cause.

Ranbai was stunned.

"Xueji cut off countless creatures in the world, and the sword edges wind and blood flowed into a river, but I have always had a clear conscience and looked at the sky with silence. Now I am taught to you, from now on, you will be the Lord of Xueji."

He looked at her, his eyes were black and white, the brightest and most beautiful color, deep and vast, as if he looked down at all things in the world, and the sun and the moon were reincarnated.

The Demon Lord slowly stopped and didn't say anything.

The immortal king's long eyelashes drooped slightly, staring at her quietly, calmly and solemnly: "The right and wrong in this world, right and wrong, black and white, good and evil, have their own set of conclusions. I hope he can be sober and keep his body alone."

"Master, give me your sword?" Ranbai asked after a few seconds, "Then what are you using."

"I can use other swords."

The immortal king also maintained the posture of handing the sword with one hand, with his slender fingers set off the silver-white sword blade, showing a cold and clean beauty, and was always indifferent when answering.
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