"Let them live in." Ning Qingqing commanded lightly, then turned around and left.

Senior Brother Jin looked at Ning Qingqing's disappearing figure, then looked at Murong Feixue and the others, and said lightly: "Baihualou, hey, it's a pity that there are a few beautiful little junior sisters." ”

After speaking, Senior Brother Jin jumped down from the top of the palace tower, and the height of a few zhang was like no distance for him, and he fell to the ground steadily, and then walked towards Murong Feixue and the others.

When Murong Feixue and the others were looking at these palace buildings of different shapes in amazement, Senior Brother Jin had already leaned over: "Senior sisters, is there anything you need senior brother's service?" I'm Jin Haoran, the director of the palace building. ”

"We want to choose a palace building to live in, and we have Senior Brother Lao." Murong Feixue pointed to these beautiful palace buildings and said with a smile.

Jin Haoran sighed at me, took out a thick account book at the back, and after looking at it a few times, he said with some embarrassment: "Oh, I'm sorry, the palace building here is full." ”

"A few small palace buildings over there are not bad."

"I'm sorry, it's full too."

"How many buildings are on the side of the back mountain?"

"I'm sorry, it's all full." I chose several places in a row, but they were all told that they were full, and Xin Yue, Huahua, and Zhang Mingming, the mother of the victim, couldn't help but be surprised.

Only Murong Feixue narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at Jin Haoran with a gloomy face. Not to mention whether there are so many rich people in Tianfeng Academy who can live in the palace building, even Jin Haoran's attitude is also very unfriendly, and he can't get along with his own people......

"Huh? Are they all full? Huahua looked at these beautiful palace buildings, full of loss.

Jin Haoran didn't see that there was a famous brand on Huahua's waist, so he ignored her.

just explained to Murong Feixue and the others: "There are more than 3,000 new recruits this year, and the old students of previous years add up to seven or eight thousand, although the palace building is not worth much, but there are only 462 sets, and among the more than 10,000 senior brothers, there are still 500 rich senior brothers." ”

Murong Feixue nodded, ostensibly accepting his statement. The corners of his mouth hooked into a smile of unknown meaning, and he continued to see how Jin Haoran continued.

Zhang Mingliang opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

There are only four hundred and sixty-two sets in the palace building, but they have never been full, and this Jin Haoran is obviously bragging.

However, he is an official disciple, and he is also the steward of the palace building, and he is also an elite disciple of Wei Yudian, what qualifications does a person who has lost his official disciple qualifications have to be presumptuous in front of others?

This is different from Ning Qingqing, although Ning Qingqing has a background, but in Tianfeng Academy, it is not enough to have a background alone, if she is not promoted to the Great Perfection within five years, then she will lose the qualification of a formal disciple, and when the time comes, how can she Ning Qingqing be better than herself?

And this Jin Haoran is different, he is a formal disciple, and he is also a formal disciple of not low status, and his cultivation must be extremely profound, I am afraid that if he wants to destroy a down-and-out disciple like himself, he will not use any strength at all.

"Hey, it seems that we have no luck, Sister Feixue, let's live in a group dormitory." I don't force my mother to come, although it's good here, but it doesn't have to live. If not, forget it.

Huahua was not very reconciled: "Don't you have a set?" ”

Jin Haoran was secretly anxious, if Murong Feixue and the others didn't live in the palace building, then their task would not be completed.

"Actually, it's not nothing, there is a good one here, but because the price is too high, no one lives in ......"