The Lord God is getting more and more wrong

Chapter 242 Cold Plum Fragrance (21)

Shu Qian: "..."

Oh, keep a secret, I'm the best at it!Don't worry!

As soon as Yuan Chen heard Pin Xu's words, he couldn't wait to rush in.

He walked around Shu Qian and Ping Xu a few times.

Shu Qian, even the servants saw him, but didn't speak.

Yuan An's facial expression was not ideal, and then gloomy again.

He pointed at Shu Qian, and then at Ping Xu.

Yuan An was indifferent: "Senior Sister, something is wrong with you!"

Shu Qian: "..."

This was all discovered by Yuan Chen!

When did he become so sensitive and suspicious!

"Did you secretly do something to offend me?" Yuan An said angrily.

The two beautiful eyebrows were raised tightly as if someone raised them up, exerting anger.

Pin Xu pushed Kai Yuan's weak little finger: "You think too much."

Yuan An became even more angry when he pushed him, "Why did you push me away? Are you feeling guilty?"

Shu Qian: "..."

Where did this patient come from, take it away for me!
"Don't worry about Yuan Chen, he's sick again!" Someone spoke out what Shu Qian was thinking.

It's Xu Zheng.

Xu Zheng walked like a stroll in the garden.

His eyes were intense.

Xu Zheng was disdainful: "I've been thinking about it all day long. In my opinion, you'd better think about how to deal with someone."

Yuan An's expression became sad.

He looked at the people in the room.

There was nothing wrong with their expressions.

Neither did the senior sister.

Yuan Chen felt a little better.

"Then... Senior Sister, I was talking nonsense just now, don't worry about it." Yuan Chen pulled his hair and apologized.

Shu Qian chose to forgive.

"Senior sister, let's go to the hall. Master is there." Xu Zheng pulled Shu Qian's sleeve.

Shu Qian followed him to the hall.

……

"Senior sister, please ignore that Yuan An. In the past, at this time, he would become a little off, and he would be extremely sensitive, suspicious, and petty." Before Xu Zheng entered the hall, he did not forget to explain Yuan An's matter to Shu Qian.

Shu Qian: Well, I don't mind.Yuan Chen is like a special day that girls come every month.

……

There are too many people in the hall.

Wu Yan sat in the seat on the left, the saber was still on his waist.

The robe on his body can no longer accommodate other colors except white.

Take away the sword from his body, and you can see that he has some immortal spirit.

Wu Yan looked over, his eyes were not cold, but there was perennial coldness in his eyes.

Shu Qian: "..."

I echo Yuan Chen's words.

But change it a little bit.

It's called: I haven't seen you for a few days, and Master is indifferent again.

Xu Zheng scratched Shu Qian and said, "Senior Sister, don't stare at Master! Anyway, when you go back, you will see him every day! Now you have to look at others!"

Shu Qian turned around: "Huh?"

Xu Zheng lowered his head and was very close to Shu Qian.

The two of them seemed to be rubbing each other's ears.

Xu Zheng's harsh voice ran into Shu Qian's ears: "It's just...there are so many people now. Everyone has sharp eyes! Don't just stare at Master as soon as you come, and you can't leave your eyes. Everyone will think you have a teacher fetish !"

Shu Qian slapped Xu Zheng's face away, and swears: "Get out! Make a fuss out of a molehill!"

Xu Zheng: "..."

Good intentions were eaten by wolves!

Fortunately, the beating is not heavy!
The person in the first place noticed Shu Qian and Xu Zheng, two senior siblings.

Like Wu Ling, he has a snow-like beard.

Only, his beard is thicker.

How to look, how to look,
His beard seemed to take up his entire face.

He stretched out his old hand like a dead tree branch, as if lifeless, "Are you Wuyan's disciples?"

Although the sound is small, it is as powerful as a bomb.

The other people present followed his gaze, all looking at Shu Qian and Xu Zheng.

Shu Qian: "..."

Xu Zheng: "..."

It's a sensational feeling.

Shu Qian guessed who he was.

The head of the witch school, Hua Yinjiu.

Very different from the person in the portrait.

In the portrait, his face is red and full of energy.

In the hall, he is late, like withered grass.

(End of this chapter)