Disciple, come to be a magician

, fell to the ground.

"As long as you step on it lightly like this, the flower will never be bright again."

As soon as the words fell, Shen Ronghuan's foot stepped on the flower, crushed it, and crushed it to pieces.

After all this was done, she withdrew her feet and asked, "Do you understand?"

Xiaohe and Xiaoyu shook their heads together.

"No matter how bright a flower is, as long as it doesn't have the ability to protect itself, it will be useless." Shen Ronghuan sneered.

"They treat me as a puppet, so I'm not using them."

"Before the thorn flower is fully grown, its thorns cannot pierce people. But if it grows fully, then whoever stretches out his hand will be pierced with blood."

"The sect master is waiting for an opportunity to take them all down."

Xiaohe and Xiaoyu nodded quickly, expressing that they understood what she wanted to tell them.

All forbearance is worthwhile until you don't have enough strength.

Before the dawn, there will be a long and difficult night.

"Let's go, it's time to go back to the room." Shen Ronghuan took out the handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped his fingertips gently, raised his eyes and glanced at the side door and said: "Otherwise, they should be suspicious."

"Yes, Master."