Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Chapter 1113 The little girl in the Maoting

The second senior sister originally mentioned this matter to several senior sisters around her in a low voice, but she didn't expect other girls to immediately agree with her.

Everyone said that Ai Xiang had told Yan Yan's right and wrong behind her back.

Shaofei hurriedly scolded in a low voice: "It is disrespectful to criticize the suzerain behind the scenes!"

The girls immediately fell silent, and all lowered their heads.

Yan Yan turned around and smiled at everyone:

"Ai Xiang didn't talk nonsense, I just ignored her. I really pretended not to recognize her at the time."

The girls immediately raised their heads again, some with blank faces, and some with astonishment.

Is their little suzerain too straightforward?

They had never seen such a suzerain.

Chengyu had never said such a thing before.

Even if such words came from the mouth of the suzerain, no one would dare to answer them!
The suzerain wants to save some face for himself?

Shaofei was also a little surprised, and hurriedly smoothed things over: "Ai Xiang's character is indeed a bit arrogant, and it's because I didn't teach her well in the past."

Yan Yan shook her head: "I have nothing to do with her, I just don't like her, ever since I met her in Meng Huazong, I don't want to see her, I think she is too fake!"

Shaofei looked embarrassed and couldn't say anything now.

Yan Yan's character is too frank.

She had never dealt with a child with Yan Yan's personality before, and she was still a little uncomfortable.

But Shaofei didn't notice that the second senior sister behind them and her little apprentices were all looking at Yanyan with sparkling eyes at the moment.

As soon as the little sect master said it, it pierced their hearts.

What the little suzerain said is too right, Ai Xiang is too fake in life!
They don't like Ai Xiang either!

They really like the character of the little suzerain, he is generous and straightforward, and he can say whatever he wants.

Yan Yan asked curiously: "Hey, where is Ai Xiang? Why did you leave Tianbei Island this time and didn't see her with you?"

Shaofei: "I beat her in public that day, and she quietly left behind my back when she came back. I don't know where she is now."

Yan Yan frowned.

Ai Xiang's disappearance is not a good thing.

After all, she has personally seen the situation when she first came to this world...

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"Crack!"

The exquisite crystal cup was crushed in the palm of the hand.

The senior disciples of the Changsheng Pavilion standing opposite Rong Mochou hurriedly lowered their heads deeply.

Sitting next to him, a man in his early thirties, who was slightly overweight, played with a bamboo root carving with his five fingers deftly, and let out a disdainful cold snort from his thick nasal cavity:
"You're a hairy girl who doesn't have any big skills. You can just kill her. Why do you need to be so angry!"

Rong Mochou's face became darker: "I don't know what's wrong with killing?"

"Hmph, you didn't see the face of that kid from the Qi family that day, and you spoke so blatantly in front of me, it's really shameless!"

Hearing this, the man gently placed the bamboo root carving lamp in his hand on the coffee table at hand, ignoring Rong Mochou's annoyed expression, and smiled with his round, fat face:
"Hey, the rumors outside are true? That lawless brat in the Qi Mansion really likes the little girl from the White Mist Palace?"

After finishing speaking, the man stroked his bare, beardless chin with his fingers like a short radish, with an expectant expression on his face:

"It is said that the kid in the Qi Mansion has a very sharp eye, and the little girl he can fall in love with must look right."

"Hey! It's a pity that I didn't go with you that day. Isn't that little girl beautiful... Hey, where are you going, senior brother? Tell me, is that little lady really good-looking? Hey..."

Seeing that Rong Mochou walked out of the house, the fat man whispered to several Changsheng Pavilion disciples standing on the ground: "Go all, senior brother has been in a bad mood for the past few days, so be careful."

Several Changsheng Pavilion disciples showed gratitude and saluted the fat man respectfully: "Thank you, Third Master Uncle."

The fat man who was called "Third Martial Uncle" waved his hand, and everyone left one after another.

The fat man looked at the direction where Rong Mochou had disappeared, shook his head, and sighed: "Why do you have to be in such a hurry!"

Despite the helplessness in his tone, the fat man followed.

Along the flower shadow path that Rong Mochou left just now, walk all the way inward, bypass the rockery, walk across the stone bridge, and opposite is a simple thatched pavilion.

The pavilion was empty, only a circle of seats was placed in front of the guardrail, and a large group of tall banana trees were planted beside it.

This is obviously a good place to listen to the rain.

The fat man walked to the Mao Pavilion, held onto the railing at the entrance of the pavilion, stepped into the pavilion, and disappeared.

In the eyes of outsiders, there is no one in the pavilion.

But the man at the side passed through the pavilion, and then walked along the path among the banana forests, and there appeared a row of neat bungalows with blue tiles and white bricks.

The fat man saw that the door of one of them was open, and voices could be faintly heard from it, so he walked towards the room with the open door.

Pushing open the door, the furnishings in the room are simple, just a simple bamboo bed and a small desk by the window.

Rong Mochou was sitting on the wooden bench in front of the desk, and a little girl was standing beside the bamboo bed inside.

The fat man gave the little girl a careful look.

About sixteen or seventeen years old, he has opened his spiritual roots and is considered a monk, but basically has no cultivation. He looks average, but his skin is white, and there are a few small freckles around the bridge of his nose.

The clothes on the little girl's body were worn out by monks' clothes, and her figure was thin and thin, so she looked a little shy and pitiful.

The fat man withdrew his gaze, and stood quietly by the door with his hands in his sleeves.

Rong Mochou asked: "Everything you just said is true?"

The little girl immediately nodded obediently: "I guarantee everything is true!"

The fat man glanced at the little girl indiscriminately.

It looks inconspicuous, but it speaks quite neatly.

Rong Mochou nodded: "I will check what you said, think about it again, are there any omissions?"

The little girl immediately frowned: "I've told you everything I know, didn't you say you'd let me go after I told you?"

Rong Mochou lightly tapped the table with her fingers, and suddenly asked: "You said just now that Yan Yan hid the Lingmai on her body, but according to what you said, she hadn't started practicing at that time, but your master was But it is already at the Golden Core realm."

"Cultivators at the Golden Core Realm can't find Lingmai in an ordinary person?"

Hearing this question, the fat man also fixed his eyes on the little girl.

He saw the little girl's eyes widen suddenly, staring at Rong Mochou without blinking.

The fat man only sees one thing in the eyes of a young girl: greed
Neither hiding nor tucking in, this little girl just showed the greed in her heart so loudly in her eyes.

The fat man figured it out right away.

This is a young girl with strong ambitions, but her experience in the world is not enough.

Such a little girl is actually the most likely to fall into a dangerous situation without knowing it.

The fat man still folded his hands, looking sympathetically at the little girl whom he met for the first time.

He felt that the child probably would not live long.

　(3[▓▓]Good night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)