Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Xia Qingluo's eyes were clear and smiled faintly. "Speaking of the past, in fact, I don't blame you. From your position, you are the leader of jiuchongtian. Everything you do naturally starts from the interests of jiuchongtian. At that time, I was a waste wood, which really dragged Yun juming back."

Immortal Xuanhua smiled bitterly at the corners of his mouth.

His face seemed sad and mocking, but with a trace of resentment, "Qingluo God, even if your cultivation was suppressed, but if you concentrate on your cultivation, it is impossible for your cultivation to stagnate. Your character is too tired and lazy."

There was a smell of hatred for iron and steel in the voice.

Xia Qingluo was told by immortal Xuanhua that her face turned red.

Yes, in fact, she was really too lazy.

I really don't like cultivation.

Knowing that he didn't make much progress in his cultivation, he simply gave up and didn't even fight for it.

Eat, drink and play every day and muddle along. How can people like this, who are so serious and strict with immortal Xuanhua and strict with their disciples, bear it!

Immortal Xuanhua looked at Xia Qingluo a little speechless, and the trace of resentment in his Inexplicable heart dissipated little by little.

He is an ordinary immortal leader.

Unexpectedly, he accused the ancestor of Qingluo in heaven, and the other party was accused of speechless.

This made his vanity a little satisfied, and his resentment against Xia Qingluo faded a little.

He sighed and waved, "that's all. Maybe this is God's will!"

Xia Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the stubborn old man was no longer chasing her practice.

After she explained all the past events to Xuanhua, Xia Qingluo stood up and said to him, "to tell you the truth, I didn't expect jiuchongtian to look like this before I came."

Immortal Xuanhua also stood up, put his hands behind him, looked at the door of the hall and sighed, "jiuchongtian, can't come back again."

Xia Qingluo was in doubt. She asked, "you know you can't come back here again. Why are you still here?"

With his accomplishments, it's not impossible to find a place to re-establish jiuchongtian.

It's 10000 times better than it is now.

Immortal Xuanhua smiled faintly, his white hair flicked gently in the wind, and his eyes were very firm. "I was born in jiuchongtian, which is my home. Unless I die, I won't leave here."

"What about those disciples? You know they can't practice here. Why did you bring them up the mountain?" Xia Qingluo asked curiously.

Although immortal Xuanhua is very selfish in some things, he is commendable in cardinal right and wrong. He will not be so selfish and bury his talented disciples in jiuchongtian.

Xuanhua glanced at more than a dozen jiuchongtian disciples standing in rows outside the hall. He smiled with satisfaction.

"Some of them were saved by me and some came voluntarily. Before coming, I had explained the situation here to them, but they said that as long as they followed me, they could stay anywhere, so I asked them to stay, which is also regarded as giving them a home."

Looking at the energy and spirit of the disciples outside, Xia Qingluo nodded secretly and said, "you disciples have more than 90% of your qualifications."

Xuanhua agreed with this. He sighed and said, "it's a pity that jiuchongtian delayed them. If they practiced 2000 years ago, their accomplishments would be Mahayana."