"Master, you are too biased" Yunluo's tears fell on the floor drop by drop, and she looked at Fan Wuya sadly.
Everything Fan Wuya did was for her, and now it is said to be eccentric.
He couldn't help but shook his head, turned his head away from Yunluo's tears, and said expressionlessly, "I'm partial to your senior sister, so what?
I am your master, and I have my own rules and preferences for doing things. She suits me, and I prefer her. How about you?
If you can be as diligent and motivated as she is, the person I prefer is you. "
Zhao Miaomiao stood aside indifferently and speechlessly, feeling extremely helpless in her heart.
Why did Fan Wuya think that doing this was for Yunluo's benefit? Could he not see Yunluo's jealousy towards Feng Qingyan?
Still blindly doing some superficial efforts to show his kindness to Feng Qingyan, how sincere can this kind of purposeful kindness be?
In the final analysis, Feng Qingyan is just a prop used to motivate Yunluo, a wicker used to whip Yunluo forward.
Those so-called favoritism are all tricks to confuse Yunluo.
Zhao Miaomiao felt a little chilled for no reason.
Feng Qingyan's extremely respected and beloved master favored her in this way, so when she knew the truth, Feng Qingyan hated her so much.
Zhao Miaomiao realized it now.
"In your heart, I will never be as good as Senior Sister." Yunluo smiled wryly, tears sliding down her cheeks like broken pearls.
Seeing her so sad, Fan Wuya's heart ached, and he felt a little soft, and the wicker had already been taken back.
He paused for a moment, and said in relief, "Yunluo, you don't need to be better than Qingyan. You just need to put your mind on cultivation and achieve results as soon as possible. That will be great, do you understand?"
Thousands of thoughts surged in Yunluo's heart, she took a deep breath, wiped her tears, and only said two words, "Understood."
Fan Wuya breathed a sigh of relief when he heard her answer, and regretted his behavior just now.
Did he hit harder just now?
He hit Yunluo again in front of Feng Qingyan, and Yunluo, a silly child, would probably lose face.
He intentionally eased the relationship between the two disciples, and said, "It's good to understand, the master just hit you when he got angry, don't take it to heart.
Qingyan, go and help your junior sister up. Forget about this matter, just don't do it again in the future. "
Zhao Miaomiao didn't move, and Yunluo didn't want her to help her, so she stood up when she heard Fan Wuya's words.
Fan Wuya had trained his disciples early in the morning, and he was a little tired, so he waved his hands to make the two retreat.
When Zhao Miaomiao and Yunluo went out, he changed his mind and called Zhao Miaomiao back.
Fan Wuya took a sip of his tea, and said earnestly, "Qingyan, you should take care of Yunluo more on weekdays.
Her nature is not bad, but she is a little lazy. You grew up together, and you are both teachers and sisters, so your relationship should be closer than others.
In the future, if she messes up again, let her go and don't hurt her. She is just a child, and Master will discipline her well. "
Zhao Miaomiao lowered her eyes, suppressed her emotions, and said in a steady voice, "Understood, Master."
"Well, let's go down."
Zhao Miaomiao glanced at him lightly, turned and left.
After leaving the yard, she saw Yunluo in a moon-white dress still standing outside the door.
Seeing her come out, he stared at her with eyes full of frost.
Zhao Miaomiao was also a little unhappy at the moment, after all, no one likes being used as a knife. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com