All the Female Apprentices Want to Kill Me

I am the protagonist!

This exercise is reserved for those with great luck in the world, and it is written by the Son of Heaven!

All things in the world have luck!

If your luck is not good, then give up this book!

He is not for you!Maybe the extraordinary-looking book next to you is more suitable for you!

are you ready?

......

This is the entire content of the opening chapter of "The Protagonist Must Practice the Exercise"!

Subei only felt that his heart was trembling. Looking at the opening of this book, there was a supreme force between the lines.

If your luck is not good, just give up this book!

Man, this is so...so reasonable!

One word!Absolutely!

With anticipation, Subei slowly opened the first page,

"You can turn this page to show that you are absolutely confident in your luck!"

"The next content is only allowed to be seen by you!"

"Are you sure there is no one around you?"

"..."

Subei took a deep breath and looked around furtively for a while.

Seeing that no one seemed to notice him here, he nodded with satisfaction.

Just when Subei was about to continue turning the page, he suddenly felt that there was a straight gaze watching him for no reason.

Subei quickly closed the exercise in his hand, got up and looked in that direction.

The first floor of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion was quiet and everything was business as usual.

There was only a white-haired woman, sitting gracefully on the chair, her cold eyes looking at the book in front of her lightly.

A body wrapped in a purple shirt, the graceful curves are unobstructed, and the snow-white jade legs are overlapped.

Her expression was indifferent, and she could not see any emotional fluctuations. Her delicate face was still dazzling without makeup. It was like a mold drawn from Shan Wuque. The difference was that her temperament was more elegant and cold.

Like a blooming snow lotus on an iceberg.

Nine elders!No Lan!

Seeing this woman, Subei frowned, a little puzzled.

Where did the sight come from?As an immortal cultivator, his own intuition can be said to be extremely sharp, and even with his hidden eyes, he cannot detect errors.

——However, thinking of this woman, Subei involuntarily shuddered.

It is absolutely impossible for the eyes to belong to this woman!

I have never seen this woman interested in anything, she always has that cold face!

right!It's the kind of high-cold royal sister who is self-enclosed and doesn't say a word!

And her sister Shan Wuque is simply two extremes!

If it was her, it would be even more outrageous than her apprentice wanting a jockey to destroy his ancestors.

Who is it?

Is this the right direction?

Chapter 15 Uh...brother is good or bad

Watching Subei keep looking here, Shan Wulan's icy eyes suddenly moved out of the book in front of him.

The three thousand white hairs were casually tied with fringed hair, and the hibiscus warm jade was swayed at the hairline, and the brows were swept away. The half of the face covered by the book was still arrogant and cold, and said lightly:

"Why are you looking at me?"

"..."

The voice was cold to the bone, and with the appearance of these words, it seemed that the entire Tibetan sword pavilion was covered with a layer of frost and snow.

I don't know how much the temperature has dropped!

There was a hint of arrogance in his eyes, giving people the feeling of being out of reach.

That glance back, like a plum blossom that is not afraid of the cold.

Subei shuddered subconsciously and muttered inwardly:

"Sure enough, it can't be her. Has this junior sister ever been stimulated?"

Then he put on a gentle smile, looked at Shan Wulan and said softly:

"Nothing, what book did Sister Ninth read?"

"..."

Shan Wulan glanced at Subei lightly, but did not speak, and his eyes turned to the book again.

There was silence.

Subei smiled awkwardly.

I've guessed it, it's normal!

He casually picked up a book and pretended to watch it, but in fact, he quietly took out [the protagonist must practice the exercises], hid it behind the book he was holding casually, and opened the second page:

"A cultivator of this exercise can only watch it once!"

"Are you sure you are the son of luck?"

"After watching the follow-up content of this book, if your luck is not strong enough, this book will even be damaged by some uncertain external factors!"

"Even so, did you decide to keep watching?"

"..."

Seeing this, Subei's eyes were slightly hesitant.

After he accepted Xiao Ruoqing as his apprentice yesterday, the system gave him the title of Son of Destiny.

What to say to fill up your luck value!

But Subei has not personally tested it, not to mention this book was chosen for Xiao Ruoqing.

What if the book was damaged by some indescribable external force because of his low luck?

- As for this book is not written blindly?

Then it has nothing to do with yourself.

Subei is convinced that even if he casually draws a sword mark on the ground, he tells his apprentice of the son of luck that there is an infinite avenue of art in it.

I'm afraid that my own disciples can realize one, two, three, four from it.

Genius is so unreasonable.

Thinking of this, North Jiangsu's eyes suddenly lit up!

Yup!

Why didn't you think of this?

At that time, he should draw a circle with his sword on the ground, and then come back to the Tibetan sword pavilion.

Then maybe after going back, his disciple has already felt his sword mark avenue!

But it's not too late.

Subei looked around for a while, and then put down the book "The protagonist must practice the exercises" in the middle.

With the "Protagonist must practice the exercises", he left the Tibetan sword pavilion in a hurry.

"Teacher! I'll show you the big baby for the teacher..."

"..."

......

Not long after Subei left, Shan Wulan in the corner slowly put down the book in his hand.

The beauty is like jade, lighten the lead!

Suddenly an untimely voice broke this picturesque silence:

"Elder Ninth, that... ahem, your book seems to be reversed."

A female disciple of the Sword Sect blinked Ka Zilan's big eyes and looked suspiciously at Shan Wulan's book "Senior Brother, Hurry Up in Love with Me", which was lying on the table.

Then he stuck out his tongue again, cautiously, and tentatively said:

"Elder Ninth...you seem to have been looking at Elder Five just now..."

"..."

Shan Wulan looked at the female disciple indifferently, and the sound of Jianming instantly resounded through the first floor of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion.

A terrifying aura instantly filled the entire hall.

In the depths of his eyes, it seemed that the stars were blooming all over the sky.

In the next instant, the long sword was already placed on the neck of the female disciple:

"You, forget it."

The female disciple trembled with fright, swallowed and looked at the frosty woman in front of her, and said tremblingly:

"I...I didn't see anything!"

Shan Wulan snorted coldly, retracted his sword, carried his hands on his back, squinted his eyes and said faintly:

"What is the lonely book?"