Chapter 1609

But the scenery looks like she is looking around, hoping that a person is willing to accept himself as an apprentice.

Yes, no matter what, in terms of human age, she is just a 16-year-old girl. In front of so many people, even an adult can't stand such an embarrassing thing. What's more, she is a spoiled daughter.

In fact, the main reason is that her beautiful face has won a lot of points.

Just as the crowd was silent, the youngest of the three elders stood up. He coughed and said in a clear voice, "since no one else is willing to accept this little girl as a disciple, I will..."

Before he finished his old saying, he suddenly felt a pain in his neck and fainted on the ground.

"Elder Songzhu!" A group of people exclaimed and quickly helped the people on the ground up.

Cloud trace Taoist priest is very calm to see a look, "nothing, just coma in the past, just a rest can."

"Elder, what about the little girl left?" Someone looked at the scenery standing alone in the middle of the square.

The scenery was quiet and even frowned. In her memory, she was indeed a disciple of the Songzhu elder in the original text, but the elder fainted before she finished speaking.

If there is no one to look good, she will have to leave.

Fei Ziyuan said to tiejizi, "master, scenery is my friend. Can't you take her as a disciple?"

"This..." Iron machine seems to have some concerns.

"I promise you, the scenery is not bad! If you have a master to teach you, you can certainly teach the scenery to be a person of good conduct

Seeing the new apprentice pleading so much, tiejizi couldn't help but soften his heart. After thinking about it, he stood up and said, "let me..."

The same words did not fall, people saw iron machine son fainted on the ground.

Other people are in a hurry to help people up, cloud trace Taoist priest calmly drink tea, "think it is the recent cold disease, is infectious."

Nonsense! Will the body of the immortal be so fragile!?

Now, it is true that no one can stand up.

The scenery purses the lip, is disappointed that oneself did not see boundless, this in other people's eyes, is disappointed that no one is willing to accept oneself as a disciple.

There are gloating and sympathizing with her.

Scenery is natural and unrestrained wave hands, "I go down the mountain first, come again next year."

It's free and easy.

No one stopped the scenery.

She walked all the way to the gate of the mountain. Looking at the cranes flying in the sky, she thought of Yukun inexplicably. Of course, she didn't know whether Yukun was just a person in an illusion. She just suddenly felt that he had been bothering himself and making a lot of noise before, which was much more lively than the present desolation.

Suddenly, a crane flew towards her. The scenery thought that the crane was just passing by, but unexpectedly, the crane's claws grasped her shoulder and took her to fly.

"Hello The scenery knows that the crane is spiritual. She calls out, "let me go!"

The crane is just a long cry.

The scenery struggled for a while. Just as she was about to turn into a dragon, the crane loosened its claws again. Her body began to fall from the sky. She was not afraid of falling. Anyway, she could fly But tragically, she suddenly found herself unable to fly.

To be exact, it was after she entered a mountain area that her mana was no longer available.

"Ah Scenery covered his eyes and yelled, "help

The speed of falling was extremely fast. She could imagine that it would not take long for her to fall to the ground and become a pool of meat mud. This is the most unacceptable way to die!

The scenery covered her eyes and did not dare to see it. She silently recited that she would fall to the ground in a few seconds, but when she counted the "three, two, one" for the 31st time, the pain did not hit.

She quietly opened her eyes, through the fingers, she saw a man's gentle smile.

Scenery a Leng, thoroughly put down the hand.

This is a house surrounded by bamboo groves, and she is sitting in the courtyard of the house In the arms of this man.

A man with white clothes and white hair has a beautiful face that can't be accurately described. His eyes are like Obsidian with a smile. His eyes are still like a clear water. He has a refined and noble temperament, which is photographed by people and dare not be profane.

His thin lips slightly raised, is a charming radian, even the voice, is as soft as the wind, "with me in, panic what?"

He raised his hand and flicked her forehead, and there was a chuckle on the corner of his lips.

It's very exciting.

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