My personal school belle president

Chapter 1636 Bullying!

"Sister Xiyao is in such a hurry, where are you going?"

Seeing Murong Xiyao who was in a hurry, Yang Zhilan had a gentle and graceful smile on her delicate and beautiful cheeks, making people feel that this woman is very close.

"Junior Sister Zhilan, did you see a man coming to Yaochi just now? He was looking for me."

Murong Xiyao asked anxiously.

The woman named Yang Zhilan in front of her, like Moli, was an orphan she took in in the mortal world.

Because of the war, the family members were all killed by the butcher's knife. Murong Xiyao saw that they were pitiful and talented, so she took them in as fairy children and carefully taught them to become a fairy.

Later, the Fairy Child Order was simply lifted and they were allowed to enter the Yaochi to practice.

After entering Yaochi, Yang Zhilan and Moli both showed extremely high talents and became key disciples of the sect.

It's just that the relationship between the three of them has become more subtle. Moli has always been loyal to Murong Xiyao and treats her as her sister.But Yang Zhilan has become a lot more distant, especially Murong Xiyao, who is not far behind and rarely communicates with each other.

When Murong Xiyao was in trouble, she couldn't help but didn't help, but watched coldly.

Moli had some criticisms about this, but Murong Xiyao didn't care, people will always change, everyone has their own chosen path, just let it go.

Yang Zhilan frowned and thought for a moment, then smiled slightly: "His name is Qin Yang, right? He looks a little handsome, but I don't think he's good enough for you."

Hearing that Qin Yang had indeed been here, Murong Xiyao breathed a sigh of relief, and her heart was inexplicably sweet. The fact that the other party was able to find her meant that she still cared about her, but then she became worried: "What about others?"

"Let's go." Yang Zhilan shrugged her shoulders.

"Gone?" Murong Xiyao was startled and asked, "Where did he go?"

Yang Zhilan didn't answer, but looked at her tender fingers, with a slight curve on her lips, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "Sister Xiyao, I just broke through to the sixth rank of Earth Immortal not long ago, and was selected by Master as Candidate for the Holy Maiden, and has become a preparatory disciple of the Nine Heavens."

"Really?" Murong Xiyao was stunned for a moment, with a delighted smile on her face: "Zhilan, I knew that with your talent, you would definitely ascend to the ninth heaven."

Although the relationship between Yang Zhilan and her is already very distant, after all, the other party was raised by her alone, so she is naturally happy for her to achieve such an achievement.

"Sister Xiyao, do you know what this means?"

Yang Zhilan asked suddenly.

Murong Xiyao was stunned, not quite understanding the meaning of the other party's question.

"It means..." Yang Zhilan moved closer to her ear and whispered, "Between you and me, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky."

Yang Zhilan had a strange and meaningful smile on her face, as if she was mocking, but also seemed to be pitying the other party.

Murong Xiyao moved her lips, but she didn't say anything, only a look of desolation flashed across her eyes.

Yang Zhilan reached out to pick up Murong Xiyao's chin, stared at the other's dim eyes, and said calmly: "Sister Xiyao, there are rules in the fairy world, what is your identity now, and what is my identity now, have you forgotten?" ?”

"I……"

"Do you think you should despise me unscrupulously because you once took me in? Do you even regard me as your fairy boy and let me bow down to you?"

"Junior Sister Zhilan, I think you have misunderstood."

"Misunderstanding?" Yang Zhilan sneered, and said lightly, "A low-level disciple, when he sees the future saint, not only does not show due awe, but he ignores the rules and asks where others have gone. You take yourself too seriously."

Murong Xiyao's pretty face changed, and she subconsciously clenched her fists tightly.

After a few seconds, she took a deep breath and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Master Zhilan...Uncle, this disciple knows I was wrong."

"Forget it, you are also a former saint after all, I still have to give you some face, and I won't punish you." Yang Zhilan patted the other person's cheek and said with a smile.

After speaking, she took out a silk handkerchief and wiped her hands, as if she thought the other party's body was a bit dirty.

Murong Xiyao lowered her head slightly, and asked softly, "Uncle Zhilan, can you tell this disciple where Qin Yang is going?"

Snapped……

The silk handkerchief in Yang Zhilan's hand fell to the ground.

"Qin Yang, of course I can tell you where he went, he was..."

Yang Zhilan's pink lips curled up slightly, and when she was about to say something, she suddenly lowered her head and pretended to be surprised, "Oh, I went out just now, why didn't I find that my shoes were dirty, I wonder if sister Xiyao can condescend to wipe them for me."

As soon as these words came out, Murong Xiyao couldn't help but his expression changed, even the expressions of the two gatekeeper female disciples behind him also changed suddenly.

Although Murong Xiyao's status has plummeted, she is a former saint after all, so such humiliation is a bit too much.

Yang Zhilan stared at Murong Xiyao with a gloomy expression, without saying a word.

After struggling in her heart for a while, Murong Xiyao finally sighed secretly after making some balances, squatted down and picked up the silk handkerchief on the ground, and gently wiped Yang Zhilan's shoes.

The two female disciples couldn't bear it, but they didn't dare to persuade them.

Yang Zhilan still raised her chin slightly, with a faint smile on her lips, and a bit of pleasure in those charming eyes.

In the past, she was just a little fairy boy next to Murong Xiyao, with a lowly status, even if others were polite to her, it was because of Murong Xiyao's face, in fact, they looked down on her very much in private.

In this world where the jungle preys on the jungle, if you want to gain real respect from others, you have to climb up, the higher you climb, the others will fear you and respect you!
At this moment, the former high-ranking saintess is shining her shoes for her. This gap has given her great physical and mental satisfaction.

"Shh-"

At this moment, a majestic killing intent suddenly rushed out from the door.

Yang Zhilan's pupils shrank, and she wanted to pull away subconsciously, but the opponent was too fast, just as she took a step back, there was a "slap" on her fair cheek, and there was a slap mark.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"..."

Immediately afterwards, three consecutive slaps were slapped on the left and right cheeks.

"Floating Immortal Killing!!"

In desperation, Yang Zhilan made a move with her palm, and a cyan talisman appeared from her palm. Immediately, it surged against the storm, bringing a monstrous coercion, and blasted away heavily.

Bang!
The two figures separated and flew out backwards.

Yang Zhilan touched her swollen and prickly cheeks, looked up at the girl in black dress with a cold expression on the opposite side, her face twisted slightly, and said angrily, "Moli, you want to die, don't you!"

At this moment, Moli's pretty face was frosty, and bursts of black mist appeared in her originally clear eyes.

And behind her, a phantom of a black lotus swayed gently, exuding a ferocious aura of death and ruthlessness, which made everyone present shudder.

"Moli!"

Seeing the girl like this, Murong Xiyao was startled and hurriedly called out.

Moli's tender body shook, the black mist in her eyes gradually dissipated, and the black lotus flower behind her also disappeared, returning to her previous cold appearance.

And those clean and spotless eyes still stared at Yang Zhilan coldly: "She used to be your master!"

(End of this chapter)