Yunluo, you have to remember the rules of our Yunhai Xianmen. It is a serious crime to mutilate the same sect, and it will be expelled from the immortal sect.
This time, I think you are young and ignorant, so I will forgive you once. Next time, I will not tolerate it. "
Yunluo's tenderness was instantly frozen by Fan Wuya's words.
As warm as the tenderness just now, how hurtful is the coldness now.
She lowered her head and said in a very low voice, "Do you believe everything my senior sister says? I am the one who is injured now, so why am I still being reprimanded?"
"Your senior sister will not tell lies."
"Yes, Senior Sister is the best in everything in Master's eyes. I can't compare to Senior Sister in anything. I really don't understand Master why you want to accept two disciples!
You might as well just be the teacher sister alone! "Yunluo raised her head and looked at Fan Wuya bitterly.
Fan Wuya frowned, and scolded, "What are you talking about!"
"Master, I've really had enough! Senior sister has everything, she is the son of heaven, a genius of cultivating immortals!
I don't argue with my senior sister about anything. But you, Master, I don't want to give it up! Master can't just favor Feng Qingyan!
If Master likes Feng Qingyan, he should also like me! "Yunluo said sharply as if going all out.
Her face showed a paranoid and madness that she had never seen before, and Fan Wuya was startled when she saw it.
Fan Wuya was a little surprised, how did Yunluo's knots get so serious?
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, his heart was turbulent and horrified, and his face was even more unpredictable.
After being silent for a while, all emotions finally returned to calm.
Fan Wuya closed his eyes and said resolutely, "I will not favor you, I will only favor Feng Qingyan. I will not like you either, I will only favor Feng Qingyan."
Yunluo was so shocked by this sonorous and forceful confession that she almost fainted.
Those words were like a huge snare, getting denser and tighter, wrapping around her heart, wrapping it tightly and constantly pulling at her heart, trying to pull her heart out .
Yunluo clutched her aching heart and staggered back, bumping into the screen, hitting the screen embroidered with immortals flying on cranes.
The screen fell to the ground with a loud "bang".
Yunluo was startled, her blank brain finally had some traces, she stared fixedly at Fan Wuya, and said a few words from her lips as pale as a dead man, "Master, you are too much."
Dou Da's tears hit the ground, and she just ran out like a wandering ghost, and disappeared without a trace.
Fan Wuya looked at her heartbroken, why didn't he feel pain in his heart?
He sat down dejectedly, lifted the teapot with trembling fingers and poured tea for himself.
He wanted to take a sip of water to calm down, but for some reason, he no longer had the strength to raise his hand to move the cup of tea.
Looking at the cup of tea, he thought of Yunluo's tears, and his heart ached.
Yunluo didn't know how she got back to the courtyard door, she stood in a daze at the door of Feng Qingyan's room, there was no one inside.
She suddenly felt a pain in her head, and her whole body knelt down, fell to the ground, and lay on the wooden door.
"It hurts so much!" Yunluo cried while holding her head, "Why does it hurt so much? Woooooo"
A black air overflowed from her body, and her whole body was shrouded in a cloud of black mist.
Even her eyes turned gray-black.
A hoarse and unpleasant voice suddenly sounded in Yunluo's mind. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com