Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 6 Sick Disciple, Be Good 06
"Yo, little trash knows how to come back." The leading disciple spoke first, his voice full of contempt.

The disciples behind him laughed in unison, looking at Chong Li with malicious intent.

"You said that you are a waste. You were a beggar and wanted to enter the fairy gate. How long have you been in now? Occupying a place with abundant spiritual energy like Beifeng, you are still a waste."

As he said that, the disciple stepped forward and put his hand on Chong Li's thin shoulder: "Since you are a trash, you should stop practicing and do more things that trash can do."

A pile of clothes was rudely thrown in front of Chongli, the disciple withdrew his hands and folded his arms: "These, wash them well, if we come tomorrow and let us see that you haven't washed them, we will teach you well."

Immediately afterwards, there was another burst of contemptuous boos from the disciples.

"Hey, are you talking, are you dumb?"

Seeing that Chongli remained silent, the disciple stepped forward in displeasure, reaching out and pushing him.

Several other disciples tacitly blocked him, and someone had already picked up the cane and flung his hand towards the thin body.

Chong Li lowered his head, where no one saw, he slowly clenched his fists, his eyes were piercingly cold.

Like a wolf cub who is driven to a desperate situation, he will attack fiercely and crush the enemy in front of him just one chance away.

[Host, if you don't show up, the target of the attack will be beaten. 】

Man Luo, who was hiding in the dark, shook her hands, and the sudden voice in her mind startled her.

"System, you are still alive."

She tried to call the system several times in the past few days, but there was no response each time.

If it hadn't made a sound by itself now, she would have suspected that the system had run away from home.

[That really worried the host. 】

The system snorted, the voice was still cold, but Man Luo heard a hint of arrogance in it.

Manro wanted to say something more.

The sound of vines breaking through the air interrupted her.

Turning around, I saw those disciples surrounded Chongli, the barbed cane was about to hit the young boy.

She stepped forward quickly, and the purple sleeve robe unfolded with the wind, and the next moment, she fluttered down in front of Chong Li.

The cane drawn towards Chongli was easily intercepted by Man Luo, with a smile in her eyes, and the chill in the air became more intense.

The disciples watched helplessly as the rattan condensed into ice and broke inch by inch.

Man Luo's voice swayed slowly: "The night is dark and windy, but here is very lively."

Chong Li looked at the group of disciples who were arrogant and complacent just now, and now they stared in astonishment, and there was a flash of ridicule in their eyes.

"What, are you dumb?" Man Luo continued to ask calmly.

Only then did the disciples come to their senses, and they knelt down abruptly: "Greetings, Master Man Luo."

The trembling and shrunken shoulders, there is no arrogance just now.

Man Luo lowered his head, looked at the pile of dirty clothes at his feet, and the smile on his lips became more and more dangerous: "Tell me, what's going on."

The deliberately elongated tone made the flustered disciples lower their heads.

When they mentioned Chong Li who was still standing there stupidly, their eyes lit up and they pointed at Chong Li's small figure.

"It's Chongli, Chongli offered to wash for us."

Man Luo followed their fingers and looked at Chong Li, the small figure stood there alone in the cold wind, looking like a poor little animal.

Hearing the words of several disciples, Chongli did not react at all, neither angry nor refuted, then

His eyes were filled with dead silence, and he slowly looked towards Man Luo.

"Oh, he offered to wash for you?" Man Luo confirmed to those disciples, as if he had believed their words.

The disciples' eyes lit up, and they immediately said, "Yes, yes."

Man Luo tilted his head, and the smile in his eyes was even bigger, but the disciple who looked at him felt cold for no reason: "You treat me as your master...Stupid?!"

(End of this chapter)