I don't know when Lu Dao has become so disgusted with this Shi Xianhua. She is no longer as kind as she was when she first entered Tianfeng Academy. Every day, under the pursuit of those male disciples and the stammering of female disciples, they have become unpopular and arrogant. If you ask why she will maintain the reputation of 'golden boy and girl' with her, it is just that the past has become people's mantra, and it can't be changed for a while. He didn't bother to explain......

"You...... You, you are so ruthless, have you forgotten, we are together with the piano and song, together to practice and collect medicine, together to trek through mountains and rivers, hunting ......" Shi Xianhua wept like a complaint, and began to babble about Mo Ziyan reminiscing.

The starry eyes, with the handsome facial features and hibiscus-like face, I see great pity.

It's just that Mo Ziyan still didn't have the slightest expression. On the contrary, there was more disgust in those indifferent eyes. You don't have to guess to know what she is doing to anger Long Ming. It's nothing more than angering Murong Feixue, or thinking about Long Ming. In recent days, there have been countless female disciples who have been beaten for being too intimate with Long Ming's behavior.

Facing Mo Ziyan's indifferent eyes, Shi Xianhua knew that she had no intention of saying more.

She stood up leisurely, with the burning anger in her eyes, glaring at Mo Ziyan viciously.

"You're going to pay for what you did today! Hum! Shi Xianhua threatened angrily.

After saying that, he stomped his feet, turned around, and walked away angrily. Only Mo Ziyan was left in the same place, and he wore a robe to agitate in the wind. Set off his slender body, standing upright. A sculpture that never seems to move. Frozen in front of a large man-tall bush.

Soon after seeing Shi Xianhua leave, Mo Ziyan suddenly let out a long sigh.

His eyes were full of self-muttering: "Senior Sister Feixue, I hope you don't be as reckless as Long Ming and walk out of the mountain gate without permission......"

With that, he also brushed his sleeves and left. It seems that he has lost any hope of finding Senior Sister Murong Feixue.

"Hehe, I can't imagine that this Senior Brother Mo Ziyan really cares about you, Senior Sister!" Long Ming spoke slightly vinegaredly, his deep voice breaking the silence abruptly.

"I don't think so, he is an upright person, he cares about many people, and it is his habit to urge them to strictly abide by the rules and precepts! Unlike some people, who are obviously His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, but they have to pretend to be some deviant gentlemen, and they will cause trouble wherever they go......" Murong Feixue's eyes narrowed slightly, half joking and half serious.

Although the Long Ming is not very perfect, in the tone, the familiar teasing makes people sound a little kind. Not only did he not provoke Long Ming's displeasure, but he saw the corners of his lips hooked, his eyebrows raised, and he laughed evilly. The cynical smile, like a king who lives above 10,000 people, makes people look up, worship, and has an indescribable demeanor.

One just stared so quietly, the other smiled so softly, time was calm, and the picture was quiet.

In the grass that is slightly blown by the wind. There was a burst of grassy scent. On a half-white moonlit night. Comfortable like a pair of gentle hands. Just the right amount of blowing across Murong Feixue and Long Ming's cheeks.

Not waiting for them to get up. Then I saw the fireflies dotted with stars. It's like a mischievous elf traveling together. Flying over their heads in droves. It's shiny green, and it's very cute.