Ascended to become a virtual idol

Chapter 177

"It's just, why did he come back suddenly?" Xie Sui's eyes flashed strangeness.

Xiong Du snorted twice, "Bring back a volume of practice books, everyone knows Sima Zhao's heart."

Xie Sui laughed, "Understood, but he decided to hate Xiao Yanqiao to death."

Xiong Du snorted twice, "He dared to move, and his hands were chopped off."

"Mo Ke is cunning, don't act rashly, no one knows if he has a backup," Xie Sui said with a hint of thought in his tone.

"That's why the president kept him," Xiong Du sighed.

"Mu Han was so annoyed by him, and he didn't know what happened, so he clung to him," Xiong Du shook his head.

"Mu Han?" Xie Sui looked worried, "He's a ghost cultivator, Mo Ke is pestering him for no reason, is there any plot?"

At this time, Yan Qiao was sitting at the top of the Xuan Academy, and had a panoramic view of the scene below. The man in a blue gown was holding Mu Han's arm in his hand, with a gentle smile on his face, as if wearing a A mask.

The red dress was swaying by the wind. She did not limit her natural touch, letting the breeze drive her hair, showing a bit of laziness and casualness.

The man named Mo Ke had an aura that disgusted her. She pinched the jade pendant under the handle of the fan with her slender hands, and fiddled with it again and again, but she never missed what happened below in her eyes. Somewhat reckless.

Mu Han turned his head, his expression a little indifferent, "What's wrong?"

Mo Ke let go of his hand, "There is something I want to ask you, no, it's still related to the classics I brought back."

He seemed a little at a loss as to how to speak, and there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes, appearing harmless and meek.

Mu Han restrained the impatience in his heart, and what the president said came to mind, "Isn't the classics you brought back with the president?"

Mo Ke said, "Didn't I show it to you?" He said, frowning, "I want to see if you can use it. Although Xuanyuan has no shortage of cultivation skills, I always want to have one more copy. Have more confidence."

He breathed out as he spoke, "Now that I'm officially registered, I can't wander around like when I was free. There's only so much I can do, a book."

What he said was strange. Although Mu Han is called a cold-faced evil spirit, since he founded Qilin Division, he is not a brainless person. At this time, his eyes are deep.

He ticked the corner of his mouth, "Look at what you said, a classic book is also your contribution, and besides, if you do more tasks, it's also a help."

The smile in Yan Qiao's eyes deepened. With her high cultivation, she could hear the conversation on purpose. As for eavesdropping, she didn't eavesdrop. She listened openly, but she sat a little higher.

Mo Ke glanced at Mu Han and didn't want to pay attention to this stick, but now he was the only one who could talk to him, he pressed the tip of his tongue, and suppressed the desire to vomit blood, "Thank you very much, listen to me, Coming back this time really gave me a feeling that things are right and wrong.”

Mu Han shook his head, "Maybe it has something to do with the current situation, you also know what the ability will do."

Mentioning this, Mo Ke's eyes were a little heavy, and the hole card in his hand has something to do with the ability meeting, but...

"We have to move around more if we have nothing to do in the future," Mo Ke said with a smile, his tone as gentle as ever.

Mu Han laughed twice, "Naturally."

Of course, move around more, otherwise, who knows what's on your mind, the smile in his eyes deepened a bit.

When the two left, Yan Qiao didn't come down from the roof. She looked down at the Xuan Academy in front of her, and she could see a lot of scenery from a high altitude.

Stretch out your hand, as if you touched the transparent barrier, which was rearranged by yourself. Once there is danger, the protection will become a killing formation. Do you covet Xuanyuan? Then see if you can get out alive.

She came outside like a red glow, "Your Excellency Fuyong likes to sneak around more and more now."

Fu Yong fell from the wall, the black robe was embroidered with dark patterns of gold thread, his eyes with his hands behind his back did not make any waves, and he still had an outstanding demeanor, as if there had never been a confrontation between them.

"It's really hard to come to see an old friend," he said with a gentle smile on his lips, and his tone of voice was as elegant as a breeze.

"Your old friend? The whole of Xuanyuan," Yan Qiao raised her brows slightly, her eyes shining brightly.

Fu Yong looked at her, always casually disrupting all his arrangements, "I really want to know where you are from."

Yan Qiao smiled, "You have the courage to come to Xuanyuan, and the seal on your body has been released?"

Fu Yong was not surprised at all. She knew that his hand behind his back lightly twitched, "Of course I was entrusted by others."

"I don't think you are a loyal person," she put away her smile, and gave him a slight look with a strange look in her eyes.

"Of course, I'm just looking for a reason to come back to my hometown," he slowed down his tone, appearing more gentle as jade.

Yan Qiao didn't reply, but just looked up at the sky. It was still afternoon, and the scorching sun was burning in the sky, and even the wind blowing on her face felt warm.

She withdrew her gaze, turned her head to meet Shang Fuyong's clear eyes, "Don't come back when you leave, some people can't turn back after doing something."

There was a smile in Fu Yong's eyes, blowing away the indifference, "What else can Yan Qiao say?"

"Xuanyuan is home no matter how bad it is, and hard work will only get stronger and stronger. Giving up is easy to say and easy to do, but turning back is extremely difficult and dangerous," she said coldly, blowing away the too strong color The stunning beauty added a bit of frost.

The smile in Fu Yong's eyes dissipated, "People go to high places, but water flows to low places. Yan Qiao, one day you will become the next me."

Yan Qiao raised her eyes, she shook her head lightly, her tone was soft but firm, "No, I will never become anyone."

The confidence in her brows and eyes was too flamboyant, which made Fu Yong look a little annoyed, like a warm jade with a little red, showing a little thick color, "Yan Qiao, are you so confident? Confident that you will never Change your position."

Yan Qiao didn't look at him anymore, "There is a way in my heart, there is a way under my feet, why should I listen to other people's arrangements, I have my own destiny, hold it in my own hands, straighten my body, and travel thousands of miles," she turned and walked away , the sound gradually disappeared in the alley.

"Correct yourself, travel thousands of miles," Fu Yong clenched his hands into fists, and he closed his eyes to suppress the darkness in his heart.

He knew that the reason why Yan Qiao didn't do anything was not because of fear, but because there was someone on the other side, and she was different from all practitioners.

What exactly does she want? I really want to know if you will still be so persistent and choose to turn around and leave so firmly on the day when the supernatural power chooses to recruit you.

(End of this chapter)