These fairies want to be cleaned up by me every day

Ran Xinxue looked out of the window, not to mention, this flawless soft face paired with sad eyes also had the weakness of a beautiful woman in the palace longing for freedom.

"The ancestor asked me to arrange this matter... I feel that our Yuan Jianzong has a good chance of winning, so we should be more polite and give them a round depending on the situation. But this palace is unwilling to do so... Yuan Jianzong and Lu Chenzong Although the relationship is not incompatible, there is still a lot of rivalry in private. Let them get away with nothing... I really don't want to. That's why I thought of you."

Wei Tu looked even more puzzled.

"Why do you think of disciples again... If the suzerain wants to win, there are not many other disciples who are stronger than me...?"

Ran Xinxue shook her head, then looked at Wei Tu.

At this time, there seemed to be more emotion in the woman's eyes.

There is a kind of anticipation, pity, as if there is still enthusiasm.

"Because you are a weak existence in the eyes of everyone, and the ancestors will be satisfied with the arrangement of the palace when they know it. But the palace knows that it is not accidental that you defeated Li Hanyang. Only you can be disliked by everyone. To win under such circumstances, don't give Lu Chenzong any face!"

Wei Tu looked at Ran Xinxue in astonishment.

Then he shook his head nervously.

"Sect Master...you are too flattering to the disciple...the disciple was just lucky to win at the time, if the ancestor wanted me to lose and sent me, I would accept it, but...sect master, if you want me to win...this may disappoint the suzerain gone."

Looking at the boy who seemed to be about to back down.

Ran Xinxue grabbed Wei Tu's slender palm.

Then he clearly saw the face of this handsome and flawless young man who was gradually turning rosy, and his fingers were even gently rubbing against his palm.

Said in a weak voice.

"How come, I trust you very much... I just want to ask, are you willing to... do your best for Bengong, don't lose, but win."

There seemed to be a trace of youthful struggle on Wei Tu's face.

This is the entanglement when one's own abilities are limited, but one's hopes are pinned on by such an attractive woman.

Wanting to prove his ability in front of her, but worried about the complicated expression that he couldn't do it at all.

"I...but..."

"There's nothing wrong with it. Even if you put in all your strength for Ben Gong, Ben Gong will be very pleased... At least you will be the first person who puts all his life on the line for Ben Gong, what do you think?"

"Brother, disciple... do your best!"

It seems that reason is finally overwhelmed by emotion.

All reason seems to be unable to fight the game with desire.

The young man seemed to have finally revealed his ugly self.

She even wanted to take the initiative to hold Ran Xinxue's delicate and warm palm with her backhand, but at this moment, Ran Xinxue seemed to have sensed something, and quickly closed her hand in a panic.

There seemed to be a rare moment of shyness on his face.

He said in a somewhat awkward manner, "Just now... I lost my composure."

Wei Tu looked at her moving expression as if he had lost his soul, then shook his head dully.

"No, no, no...not at all, suzerain...it's so beautiful."

"Yes... is it?"

"Of course! I promise...!"

"That's good……"

Ran Xinxue showed a shy smile.

Then he stood up.

"Originally... If you really don't want to, I will consider letting your senior sister go. Although it will go against the wishes of the ancestors, it is better than embarrassing Yuan Jianzong. Since you are already willing, then try to do it, no matter what , I will reward you well afterwards."

Then Ran Xinxue saw the expression on the boy's face, as if the last hesitation had been crushed.

Maybe it's not so true with his hypocrisy, but for his senior sister, he would still be willing to go through fire and water once, right?

It's really enviable, this youthful but sincere emotion.

A silly boy and a fairy seem to be the most suitable legendary story... But how can there be so many unswerving romances in this world.

The cloud-shaking darkness behind will eventually swallow everything.

"I see... Sovereign. Are you ready to leave?"

The young man seemed to feel a little pity.

Ran Xinxue nodded.

"That's right...the sect still has a lot of things to do, but I came here first to find you...fortunately, I didn't disappoint me."

There seemed to be a hint of emotion on the boy's face, and he stood up immediately.

"Then... shall I let you loose?"

Ran Xinxue smiled, then shook her head.

"That's unnecessary..."

"Oh……"

The boy nodded regretfully.

Seeing the other party's expression, Ran Xinxue quietly raised the corners of her lips.

This is how it feels to play with a beautiful boy's mind... Can't stand being so stubborn in the Sutra Pavilion with a little trickery?

That doesn't mind adding a bit of weight.

"However... If you win, how about I make you a robe yourself?"

"what?"

Wei Tu looked at Ran Xinxue in astonishment, as if she hadn't thought that a noble woman would be willing to do such a thing for herself.

Ran Xinxue looked at Wei Tu with a smile, and the natural charm on her expression seemed to be natural.

"I haven't made robes for anyone, so you have to work hard to seize the opportunity."

"Disciple... definitely do it!"

Ran Xinxue nodded in satisfaction, and took one last look at the determined young man.

Gently twisting her waist and turning around.

Like the wind returning to the snow.

Hair strands leave a faint fragrance in the air.

Dangran Xinxue walked out of the gate of Yaowang Pavilion.

The enchanting and charming expression on her face disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He even looked at his palm with a gloomy face.

Think of the tactile sensation of touching the back of the opponent's hand just now.

"Disgusting, dirty, bitch."

And watching the figure of the other party disappear at the door, the turbulent expression on Wei Tua's face disappeared little by little, like a deep ancient well.

He smiled brightly like the sun outside the window.

"A born bitch."

... PS: No~ the monthly pass has not exceeded [-], it is difficult to do things like this~

34 There is a strange person here! (Ask for tickets at the beginning of the month~)

The autumn wind is gradually bleak, and the green water sends the green mountains.

Yuan Jiacao felt that all of this seemed to be the meaning of warmth.

The withered leaves will bloom in the next spring, and the spring of next year must be beautiful.

It was as if he was full of confidence at this moment.

He has kept a low profile in Lu Chenzong for so many years, not because of the so-called gentleness and humility, but because he can have enough capital and confidence when he stands at the top one day.

Yuan Jiacao, who has always been low-key and humble, stepped on this land at this time, looking at the towering mountains not far away, Yuan Jiacao only felt that he had great pride.

Not only do you want to make yourself famous here, but you also want to take away the honor and that beautiful woman.

It may be difficult to take her away, after all, she is now the favorite of Yuan Jianzong, but leaving a deep and indelible mark is inevitable.

The junior brother Luo Kang who came up next to him looked at the young man beside him with a smile.

"Senior Brother Yuan, have you seen those senior sisters and senior sisters? The look in your eyes is completely different... The sword that killed the evil dragon is too powerful!"

Yuan Jiacao turned around and saw the disciples from the same school who disembarked together.

The eyes of those younger disciples were mostly envious, while those of the female disciples were full of passion and admiration.

It's just that they don't care about these Yuanjiacao.

In his eyes, these fairies in the eyes of mortals are simply vulgar and vulgar fans compared to the girl in his heart.

Yuan Jiacao withdrew her eyes and shook her head.

"Practice is not for these things."

Luo Kang followed Yuan Jiacao forward with a smile.

"Brother, the sword the day before yesterday was too imposing. I seem to have seen our master use it five years ago when he was fighting a demon who invaded the mountain gate. I haven't seen it since. What is it called..."

"Moon Slashing Sword."

Yuan Jiacao calmly reminded.

"That's right, it's the Zhanyue Sword! I didn't expect that there would be such a battle here with the senior brother... It seems that the senior brother has obtained all the true biography of the master."

Yuan Jiacao didn't feel complacent when he heard these words, but frowned.

It seemed a little serious.

"When Master taught me this sword, he said that before the age of 30, I can only learn less than half of this sword."

"Even if it's half of it, it's amazing, right?"

"It's not enough... Time is life for a practitioner. Every hour is precious. The older you are, the slower your practice will be. Every time you miss is a gamble with the opportunity to ascend."

Luo Kang looked at Yuan Jiacao in embarrassment.

"Senior brother... How can I say such a heavy topic... I might as well think about seeing the woman that senior brother misses so much later. I'm looking forward to it."

Yuan Jiacao's face softened, and she smiled softly.

"Don't make fun of your senior brother. We must not forget what our purpose is in this business."

Luo Kang chuckled.

"Of course~ help senior brother marry a wife~"

Seeing Yuan Jiacao looking over with warning eyes, Luo Kang immediately changed his words.

"Of course it's to win glory for Lu Chenzong!"

"Everyone came from a long distance, and a courtyard has been temporarily cleared out for you, which is on the mountainside. You must have been exhausted from traveling so far, and I will ask someone to take you down to rest."

Ran Xinxue, who met Lu Chenzong and his party outside the Baoguang Hall, had an ordinary expression.

After the calm conversation, someone arranged to lead Lu Chenzong's disciples.

The person in charge is a middle-aged man whose status can only lead the way even though he is middle-aged.

Having talked with Ran Xinxue just now, Chen Lang, who is neither salty nor bland, seems to be thinking about his own affairs.

Luo Kang smiled and said to Yuan Jiacao beside him.

"I didn't expect... So there are so many beauties in Yuan Jianzong... This suzerain is also a fairy-like figure, especially the cold temperament... Brother, if you propose to marry, do you think she will agree?"

Yuan Jiacao glanced at Luo Kang angrily.

"Stop arranging such big people here, you won't know how you died outside."

"Hey, don't be so serious, just talk casually. By the way, senior, can you find out who from your sect has 'communicated practice' with us?"