Cannon fodder master, she became a group favorite after tearing up the script

Chapter 88
The woman's peach blossom eyes narrow slightly,
"You three go down first."

There was an expected smile on Fang's face.

Feng Su clenched his cuffs tightly. The 15-year-old boy was tall and tall, his mask half-covered to reveal a well-defined jawline, which was tense at the moment.

What does Master mean?
The young man's sharp gaze swept across Patriarch Fang, and then fell on Fang Sheng.

The way the other party looked at him just now made him very uncomfortable.

He obviously didn't know him at all.

A ten-year-old milk doll...

He wants to worship Master as his teacher?
dream!

"Master, is there anything a disciple can't listen to?"

Li Ze folded his hands on his chest, his fox eyes slightly curved as he spoke.

He chuckled lightly as if teasing, but Nai He Yuyan just glanced at him lightly.

The woman had no intention of answering.

Li Ze's eyes drooped.

"Brother, since the master doesn't want us to listen, the disciples just leave. The master has always kept his promise. Can there be more people in Yanhuifeng?"

Ji Wuye stood behind Feng Su and Li Ze, he was the oldest, slightly taller than the two.

At this moment, he smiled towards Yuyan with clear eyebrows.

But the tone of his speech is yin and yang.

Yu Yan thought that if Ji Wuye was standing in front of her, she would have to kick him.

Such a well-behaved boy, why did he become such a skinny boy!
The woman couldn't help but reflect on whether she had taught her disciples in the wrong way in the past five years.

Fortunately, this "preparation demon king" has no tendency to go astray.

She was somewhat relieved.

The three walked out of the hall one after another.

The breath around Yu Yan's body instantly became cold.

Patriarch Fang had never seen Yu Yan like this before.

She is in the late stage of Mahayana, and even half-stepped into Dzogchen!
Surrounded by the woman's unexpected coercion, Patriarch Fang couldn't help but his legs softened.

The woman smiled recklessly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

"Uncle? Why should I take care of the face of Patriarch Fang's uncle?"

Fang Sheng has already hid behind the middle-aged man.

He lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

It's just that the boy's hand that tightly gripped Patriarch Fang's robe revealed his timidity.

At this moment, Fang Sheng couldn't help but start to regret it.

I'm afraid she's tired of him...

Patriarch Fang swallowed imperceptibly, and suppressed his trembling heart to let out a hearty laugh.
"Hahahahaha, Venerable Yan, I was joking too, hahahahahaha."

Thinking of his precious son's almost sloppy request, Patriarch Fang could only bite the bullet and take out a piece of letter paper.

"A few days ago, I cleaned up my uncle's yard. This letter was written by my uncle to Venerable Yan. Presumably the head of Shen has already told Venerable Yan about it."

Yu Yan's eyes fell on the letterhead in Fang Patriarch's hand.

Senior brother told her?
The senior brother asked her if she knew that Ji Yu was Fang Liuyu.

Did he say anything else?
She let people into her Yanhui Peak without saying hello, and she had to settle the score with him.

Yu Yan was thinking about how to collect debts from Chen Qingyi, but automatically ignored the hint in Fang Patriarch's eyes.

When she finally came back to her senses, she saw that the other party was still holding the letter paper without moving.

Yu Yan immediately understood what he meant.

"Patriarch Fang, Fellow Daoist Fang has been dead for many years. Even if you have something to say to me, it must not be an important matter. If Patriarch Fang really doesn't want me to know, you can leave now."

Yu Yan raised her slender wrist and pointed to the palace gate.

Her words were leisurely, and her unrestrained expression made Patriarch Fang feel aggrieved for his uncle.

The eyes of the middle-aged man gradually sank.

(End of this chapter)