The almighty princess is beautiful and sassy

Chapter 422 The Cruel Mentor ([-])
Luo Qingyin glanced at him sympathetically, sat down on the desk on the right, picked up a classic book, opened it, and began to read it seriously.

Jimo Wuxin stared at her with unbelievable eyes: "Can you see it?"

"You have to watch it if you can't stand it." Although Luo Qingyin was also very depressed, she knew that resistance was meaningless, and said seriously, "We didn't learn the relevant knowledge before entering the battle pavilion, and we have no foundation at all. It is understandable for the instructor to do so .”

"I never thought about learning formations before." Jimo looked at the book inadvertently, feeling millions of words of tadpoles swimming around, and said with a sad face, "I don't want to learn now either."

Luo Qingyin blinked.

In her impression, he was a person with a sleepy expression even when asked whether to die immediately or slowly. He seemed to be indifferent to everything. It was really surprising that he suddenly became so emotional.

She couldn't help being a little interested, and asked, "Then why did you join Xuanfeng Academy as a student of the Zhen Pavilion?"

"I ran away from home. After entering Xuanfeng Academy, even if they find me, they can't take me back." Jimo Wuxin buried his face on the desk, grabbed his pen and sighed, "As for the tutor... when he asked Can I be his student, I have no other thoughts for the time being, so I agreed."

Luo Qingyin: "..."

How capricious!
Jimo Wuxin had tears in his eyes: "Now I regret it."

It's just that it's too late to regret!

Luo Qingyin shook her head, she had to memorize these books with tears in her eyes for what she had done.

Jimo inadvertently cried for a long time, seeing Luo Qingyin reading the book quietly, felt even more depressed, and asked in a low voice: "Is the mentor really a very powerful formation master?"

Luo Qingyin nodded and said, "It should be."

"Then can he just teach me how to form the formation?" Jimo Wuxin said with a gloomy expression, "I really don't want to endorse."

Luo Qingyin tilted her head and thought for a while: "Every tutor has different teaching methods, maybe you should ask him?"

"I don't know why, but I always feel that asking him won't lead to any results." Jimo Wuxin picked up a book, and after reading a page, his eyelids drooped and he began to feel sleepy. He rubbed his eyes, "How about , I'd better ask."

"what?"

Hua Qianye's clear and faint voice sounded.

Jimo turned his head inadvertently, and found that Hua Qianye had appeared at the entrance of the apse at some point. In the backlight, he couldn't see his expression. He was frightened, and hurriedly defended: "I didn't say anything."

Hua Qianye glanced at him indifferently: "Come out."

His eyes fell on Luo Qingyin who pretended to read hard, but actually listened, "You come out, too."

Leaping out of the back hall, Hua Qianye landed lightly on a spacious grass field, with a warm smile on his face, if you look carefully, there is a faint sense of danger.

"You don't want to read books, you just want to learn how to form formations, don't you?"

Jimo Wuxin still didn't realize it, nodded and said: "Yes, I want to learn formation, I don't want to read books."

The smile on the corner of Hua Qianye's lips deepened, and the dangerous aura revealed became stronger and stronger.

Luo Qingyin saw his expression like this once in Lijing's elementary school, and her heart skipped a beat.

I'm afraid it will be miserable again.

However, since Jimo had no intention of opening his mouth, she naturally would not refute him, but silently reduced her sense of existence, hoping that Hua Qianye would not count her in.

Hua Qianye said with a serious expression: "Since you want to take the actual combat class directly, then I will give you a chance."

(End of this chapter)