The green tea system is lying to me again

Chapter 267 My Cute Disciple Is The Demon Lord 12
The little girl in front of her didn't take a few steps out of the house, but she backed up again, reached out and grabbed his snow-white sleeve, raised her eyes and said, "It's cold."

Xuan Qiong: "..."

She looks fierce, why is she so delicate!
Xuan Qiong put a spiritual shield between the two of them, and explained softly: "It happens that I haven't checked your homework for many days, so let's go together."

Shi Qing glanced at him: "Oh."

What did he say!

She won't refute him!
Xuan Qiong looked down at the little girl's hand tugging at his sleeve, she didn't seem to want to let go.

Just as he was about to pull back the sleeve robe, he was stared at by Shi Qing, Xuan Qiong simply pampered him for the time being.

Fortunately, at the entrance of the peak, Shi Qing consciously let go of his sleeves, which made Xuan Qiong tighten his heart, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"..."

Xuan Qiong glanced around, silently put back the corner of her clothes, and walked forward.
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As soon as Xuan Qiong appeared, the disciples who were still practicing early looked at him in surprise, as if they saw the fairy in white in front of them in a dream.

Luo Qingwu stood in front of the disciples, still correcting a certain disciple's sword-holding posture, turned around and saw Xuan Qiong, and immediately walked over quickly.

"Hi, Master."

Luo Qingwu walked up to Xuan Qiong and saluted respectfully.

"Ah."

Xuan Qiong responded calmly, and asked: "Has there been any changes in Jihan Peak recently?"

"There's nothing serious about it lately."

Luo Qingwu looked at the girl standing behind Xuan Qiong, looked away again, hesitated to say: "There are still some trivial matters that I need to tell you."

Xuan Qiong looked back at Shi Qing, and said in a low voice, "Go to the morning class."

Shi Qing glanced at each of them, left with no expression on his small face, and walked towards the early disciples who had gathered not far away holding the spirit sword.

There is something she can't hear!
Treat her as an outsider, right?
Humph--

If you don't listen, don't listen!
When Shi Qing left, Luo Qingwu took out a sheepskin scroll from the interspatial bag and handed it to Xuan Qiong, "Master, please have a look, this is the account book of Han Jifeng's expenses for the past three months. In the near future, we need to repair and expand the residence for disciples."

Xuan Qiong: "..."

He has no money.

Every time you go down the mountain, you will be asked for money.

It's hard to be a master.

Seeing that Xuan Qiong didn't respond while holding the sheepskin scroll, Luo Qingwu looked up at Xuan Qiong and coughed, "Is the Master going down the mountain soon? There are a few disciples petitioning."

Xuan Qiong: "..."

It seems that he is a high-ranking master, but he is actually a humble worker.

The burden of life fell on his shoulders.

The white-clothed fairy's cold face didn't show any waves, but he sighed a lot in his heart.

Xuan Qiong returned the sheepskin scroll in his hand to Luo Qingwu, and said: "Recently, you will choose a suitable candidate from among the disciples, and let's go down the mountain to practice together as a teacher."

"Yes, Master."

Luo Qingwu nodded in response.

Luo Qingwu stood there hesitantly, not thinking about how to tell Xuan Qiong about Shiqing Lingjian.

When Shi Qing and Xuan Qiong appeared together, although Luo Qingwu was puzzled, she didn't ask what shouldn't be asked, and it was her duty as a disciple not to overdo it.

Xuan Qiong looked at the spiritual disciple not far away, and his eyes fell on the snow-white and delicate figure, and said in a low voice: "The disciples in the sect will be assessed soon, and it's time to see how their cultivation is doing recently. "

"Yes."

Luo Qingwu saluted, and followed Xuan Qiong to inspect the students' homework.

Shi Qing was still wielding the spirit sword based on his impressions.

"What the sword points to, what the heart wants to do, you need to concentrate on it."

The slightly cold fingers of the person who stopped in front of her held her wrist, Xuan Qiong looked at the direction of the sword with black eyes and calm eyes, and his profile was unparalleled.

"Seriously."

(End of this chapter)