The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Xueyu looked up at Bing Taohua and her expression suddenly froze.

He slowly turned around, tilted his head slightly, his pale blue eyes gradually dimmed, and he spoke with a frosty tone, word by word.

"Leave immediately?"

At this time, the surrounding temperature began to drop sharply. Because of the sudden coldness, the peach blossoms were gradually covered with a layer of frost from the stamens.

Some of them were frozen and fell straight from the trees to the ground with a crackling sound, breaking into pieces.

Tang Yixien slowly stepped back, his hand reaching for the Liuguang Sword.

Xueyu snorted coldly and said:

"If you dare to move, I will make Sheng Qingye a living hell tomorrow. You know what I'm talking about."

........

Tang Yixien seemed to be stagnant at this moment, his figure slightly stunned.

He seemed to understand the deeper meaning of this sentence.

Tang Yixian's face darkened instantly, and the bright light in Ruifeng's eyes disappeared completely. Then he said in a cold tone, word by word:

"If you dare to touch my disciples, I will grind you to ashes, turn you into ice, and then burn down your villa."

These words were extremely harsh.

Xueyu felt a pang in her heart, and her eyes looked at the peach blossoms that had turned white with cold.

The peach blossoms at this moment no longer have the beautiful look they had just now.

Xueyu grabbed the lock ring on Tang Yixian's hand and then added some spiritual power. Tang Yixian felt his hands instantly become cold and unable to move.

Xueyu looked into Tang Yixi's eyes, and he didn't know why he was sad.

Are you sad about how cruel he is to you?

Is he sad that he doesn't have such a master, or is he sad that there is no one who cares about him so much?

Her snow-white hair fluttered in the wind, her eyes half-closed, and she spoke coldly:

"Tang Yixian, between you and your disciple, it's just each other, right? There's no room for anyone else, right?"

Tang Yixian raised his eyebrows slightly, and then said:

"Of course, he is my disciple and I am his master."

"Hmph. Really? Then I'd like to see if there's anyone else."

After Xueyu said this, a cold arc appeared on the corner of her mouth and she turned and left.

Tang Yixuan didn't know if it was an illusion, but Xueyu's eyes seemed to have become even duller, so dull that only ice remained.

Tang Yixien stood in place and slightly summoned his spiritual power. The wind around him gradually rose, dissipating the icy spiritual power from the ring on his hand.

The ice around was covered with white frost again.

Tang Yixien quickly walked back into the house. Even if he angered him, it was not a solution to continue like this.

At this time, Xuan Yuran had also returned from outside, and then whispered a few words in Tang Yixin's ear.

Tang Yixien's eyes then lit up slightly.

Jin Xiaoxiao held the Lingxi fan calmly and said:

"Finally found."

Xueyu walked towards his study alone, and every step he took left an icy footprint on the ground.

He hasn't been like this in a long time.

The entire Ice Spirit Realm once again fell into incomparable cold.

He returned to his study alone, his face gloomy and he reflected on his mistakes.

What is he sad about?

Are you jealous of their deep master-disciple relationship?

That’s right, jealousy!

Tang Yixien got those flowers and plants for him just to find out Sheng Qingye's whereabouts.

Since they have such a good relationship with each other, he wants to see how good it is.

A playful light flashed in Xueyu's eyes. He walked out of the study, came to the rockery, waved his long sleeves, and walked into the secret room.

Xueyu pushed open the door and grabbed the chain that Sheng Qingye was attacking with. Then several ice cones flashed from his hand and flew towards Sheng Qingye.

Sheng Qingye dodged left and right, his movements were no longer as fast.

His body began to feel numb again from the cold.

He was confused by the alternating hot and cold feeling around him.

Because of his previous evasion, Sheng Qingye half-knelt on one knee on the bed and frowned:

"How long do you want to lock me up?"

Xueyu raised a teasing smile and said:

"If you become mine, I will let you go. I told you a long time ago, have you forgotten?"

"Don't even think about it if I die." Sheng Qingye said coldly.

Xueyu said with a hint of ridicule in her eyes:

"Death? It's not that easy. Be obedient and I will let your master and your two fellow apprentices go. Otherwise, don't even think about leaving."

"You..." Sheng Qingye paused in silence.

He suddenly jumped off the bed, grabbed Xueyu's collar, and just looked into his evil light blue eyes.

Xueyu was even calmer than him, and they just looked at each other.

They are really alike, both have ice-type spiritual roots and the same temper.

It’s just that he has a master, and he doesn’t.

Xueyu wanted to see how far Sheng Qingye could go for his master.

He looked at Sheng Qingye and whispered,

"If you have nothing left, I wonder what your beloved master will think of you."

At this moment, Sheng Qingye punched Xueyu in the face.

Xueyu dodged to the side, but Sheng Qingye had the upper hand. He kicked Xueyu in the stomach.

Xueyu immediately stepped back and finally stood firm by holding onto the ice wall.

He found that Sheng Qingye was very strong in actual combat, but he just didn't want to fight.

He stood firm and said:

"Have you thought it through? If you don't want to, I'll go find your master. How about that?"

Sheng Qingye's body relaxed, his handsome features gradually lowered, and his hands slowly dropped down.

After a while, Xueyu heard a sentence, "Okay, I'll give you whatever you want, just don't touch my master."

After hearing this, Xueyu was stunned and felt a little sad in her heart, but she smiled and turned around to look at Sheng Qingye lying on the bed and said:

"You two have a really good relationship. You can do anything for him. So just wait."

Xueyu was about to turn around and leave when she suddenly remembered something. She turned around, picked up the rope she had thrown beside the bed, grabbed Sheng Qingye and tied him up from behind again.

"Well, let me see how you can resist. I'm not interested now, but I'll come find you when I'm interested."

Sheng Qingye seemed to have become a puppet, not caring about anything and there was nothing he needed to care about.

He was tied up like that.

Xueyu then walked out and told the maid to keep a close eye on it.

He walked slowly towards the study.

He actually went to such lengths for him.

Is this what the relationship between people is like?

Xueyu was born alone and had no idea that a person could do so much for another person.

Is this love?

All his emotions were seen in the storybooks, most of which were about love.

He seemed to understand that Sheng Qingye liked his master.

He was thinking about these things in his mind, sitting on the couch in the study in a daze.

Then he let out a long breath.

After all, he didn't do anything at all, and didn't even touch Sheng Qingye.

Why is he doing this?

At this time, the snow elf named Xixi came to deliver water. When he saw their master, he couldn't help but sigh.

Ever since he transformed, he has been following the Lord. He is always seen alone, standing in the snow for the entire day.

Only his long footprints were visible on the snow.

"Hehe, do you think there will be someone like this who cares about me?"