Tears Fairy

Chapter 602 Lan Xinmei

The senior sister finally said firmly: "I'm sure, they must have been enslaved by the monster race!"

Ma Changliang was shocked when he heard the words, and stood up suddenly from the seat. He looked at the senior sister's determined expression in disbelief, and exclaimed: "Nu Nu...Hua...Slave?"

The cold voice of the senior sister rang in Ma Changliang's ears again, "Yes, enslaved, they were all enslaved by the demon clan!"

Ma Changliang's reflection, the senior sister is not surprised, since Ma Changliang is incompetent, he cannot double cultivate with Feng Tianyu.She just wanted to use Ma Changliang's infatuation, and get rid of her by pretending to be him.

The enslaved person that the senior sister said was actually a slave who was contracted by a monster.The sister's ruthless words directly attacked Ma Changliang's heart.

It also pushed the Fengtianyu team into the abyss. From then on, it was difficult for the Fengtianyu team to survive.

The other people in the Hall of Deacons heard without any surprise what the senior sister said without any scruples.They have always hated demon slaves.

The corners of the senior sister's mouth twitched almost invisibly, and when Ma Changliang came to his senses, he frowned when he looked at the dozen or so deacon brothers and sisters in the deacon hall, suddenly there was a faint pain fermenting in his heart.

He suddenly found that he had fallen into a hopeless love net, his face turned pale, love disaster!He is inevitable.

Ma Changliang's eyes were gloomy, and he left the Hall of Deacons with an extremely lonely expression.

After Ma Changliang left, the people in the Deacon's Hall gathered in front of and behind the senior sister, digging up first-hand information about gossip.

The senior sister answers every question, and her patience has never been better.

"Junior Sister Lan, have you confirmed who will participate in the seven major ranking competitions?"

The Chief Deacon of the Hall of Deacons, the senior brother of the Great Wuzong, Hou Ke, stepped into the Hall of Deacons, and saw the disciples of the Hall of Deacons, surrounded by Lan Xinmei, chattering indifferently about what?
He frowned, and then asked what Lan Xinmei was doing.It is related to the glory of the sect, and this matter cannot be sloppy at all.

Senior sister Lan Xinmei waved to everyone, and waited for everyone to disperse before she took out the list of candidates for the ranking competition from the pile of materials. She glanced at the chief deacon and said with a smile:

"Eldest brother, don't worry, junior sister doesn't dare to slack off on what you have told me! This is the roster of candidates for the competition, senior brother should go through it first."

The senior brother reached out to take the roster from Lan Xinmei's hand, flipped through it, and was quite satisfied. He glanced at the junior sister who was standing with a smile on her face.

"Well, Junior Sister Lan, you've done a good job. You'll be allowed to take a month's leave from tomorrow."

When the senior sister Lan Xinmei heard this, she was overjoyed and hurriedly saluted the elder brother to thank him: "Eldest brother, thank you!"

The senior brother smiled and waved his hands and said, "Junior Sister Lan, you're welcome. Well, I won't send you any work today. You should deal with the matter at hand first, and get off work when the time is up."

Lan Xinmei said gratefully, "Yes, senior brother!"

The elder brother entered his exclusive room, and Lan Xinmei also started to finish the work at hand. When it was time to get off work, Lan Xinmei, who had always been calm, showed a rare urgency in her steps.

Lan Xinmei's slight anomaly did not attract the attention of others. When they got off work, everyone hurried back to their mansion.

As soon as Lan Xinmei stepped into Lan Xin Yuan, her beautiful face was filled with a warm smile.The smile in the depths of the eyes reached to the bottom of the heart, and the joy went straight to the corners of the eyebrows and eyes.

Lan Xinmei walked briskly around the lobby of the front yard, and walked straight to Qinghe Residence in the backyard. Qinghe Residence was built next to the lotus pond.

The breeze is blowing slowly, but on the green lotus leaves shaking with the wind, the stretched four-season lotus is swaying and dancing with the wind.The cold and deep facial features of the male cultivator in Xuanyi, on a handsome and cold face, while attracting people's attention, are even more inaccessible.

Lan Xinmei crossed the waves, her footsteps lightly tapped Bihe, and landed on the nine-curved hurdle in the green lake. After turning around a few hurdles, Lan Xinmei stopped in the Wujiao Pavilion at the corner.

Beside the wooden table in the Wujiao Pavilion, a young man in black sat leaning on the railing.The appearance of Lan Xinmei did not attract his attention at all, and he still looked indifferently at Qing He who was swaying in the distance.

Lan Xinmei didn't care about the cold aura of the youth in Xuanyi, she smiled sweetly at the youth in Xuanyi and said: "Oh, why did you come out! It's windy here, if you want to see the scenery, you can just go upstairs on the window sill , why did you come down!"

At this time, the dark and cold eyes of the young man in Xuanyi were as deep as a cold pool, he raised his arm feebly, and waved Lan Xinmei away.

His eyes were piercingly cold, and there was a chill in his eyes. When he touched Lan Xinmei's smiling eyes, deep in the depths of his eyes, his heart jumped for no reason.

He frowned, thinking hard, he knew that he had forgotten many things, he always felt that he seemed to have forgotten the most important thing?But what has he forgotten?

In the lost memory, he only remembered one name, just one person's name, he didn't know who she was?But subconsciously thought that she and he must be the most important thing he forgot.

As usual, Lan Xinmei stepped forward gently and sat opposite the young man in Xuanyi. She brewed a pot of tea with her own hands and filled it up for the two of them.

Lan Xinmei looked at the young man in Yiyi with gentle eyes, "Huang, what are you thinking!"

With the deep eyes of the young man in Xuanyi, he glanced coldly at the woman in front of him, does he know her?

When he was cultivating Baiji Temple, the docile Baiji Temple suddenly became violent. He couldn't control it for a while, and was attacked by Baiji Temple.

He had a splitting headache and fell into a sea tide from the Baiji Temple. It was she who had experienced passing through the Bohai Sea and rescued him.

He didn't thank him, nor was he grateful. After he encountered the backlash from the Baiji Temple, he couldn't use his spiritual power and sea of ​​consciousness for a while. Fortunately, he had cultivated soul power, so he didn't have any means of defense.

But the cultivation of soul power is not as deep as spiritual power and sea consciousness.He also had to face the heart-wrenching pain after his spiritual power and consciousness suffered backlash.

Lan Xinmei was already accustomed to the reaction of the young man in Xuanyi. She felt that sitting beside him just talking to herself was a great happiness.

She held the cup and took a sip of tea, moistened her throat, and continued to say with a smile like a flower: "Ah Huang, I can take a one-month vacation starting tomorrow, don't you have a headache?

I applied for a one-month recuperation period at Zuihu Lake two years ago.It has been approved. Tomorrow, I plan to take you to Zuihu Lake to recuperate for a while.

Zuihu Lake is the best place to recover from injuries in Nianli Continent. You will be raised there for a month. Your headache will definitely improve, and even heal! "

The facial features of the young man in Xuanyi were as deep as finely crafted, and finally there was a trace of emotion, and just a trace of emotion made Lan Xinmei happy for a long time.

When the young man in Xuanyi was in Lan Xinmei and wanted to continue the conversation, he suddenly frowned, and beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

Lan Xinmei stood up abruptly, and supported the trembling young man in black. She frowned with worry on her face, and called out in pain, "Huang, what's wrong with you? Are you sick again?"

The young man in Xuanyi brushed away Lan Xinmei's supporting hand, stood up, walked staggeringly through the winding corridor, turned around and rushed into Qingheju, and immediately turned around and closed the door of Qingheju.

Lan Xinmei looked at him once again, and he locked her out of Qingheju, and she couldn't help feeling a bit of bitterness in her heart.

(End of this chapter)