Too bad, I was treated as a negative teaching material by Zongmen

Chapter 8 If you don't fight for three days, go to the house to expose the tiles

Mu Lao looked at Song Yizhi, who had slender arms and legs, and said seriously, "I really can't eat that much, you should cook less."

Song Yizhi glanced at Mu Lao, "Don't think that I don't know, you not only eat it yourself, but also give it to your old buddies, and when the time comes, you have to come to me if you don't have enough."

Mr. Mu raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, and said in an unreasonable and confident way, "No way, who made us old guys greedy for your craftsmanship? They can't hold back their face, so I have no choice but to be a Runners."

It's because those old ancestors didn't want to lose face. It's obvious that they can't come out and walk around at will during the retreat period. How can you be so idle and run out every three days.

"..." Song Yizhi was too lazy to talk to Siliu Mu Lao, and turned around to work in the field.

Mu Lao glanced at the too clean Jiaoyue Peak, and later realized that Rong Yueyuan was not there, "Is that kid Rong Yueyuan not here?"

Song Yizhi responded, "The Fifth Elder should be at the main peak."

Mu Lao looked around, looked at Song Yizhi who was busy in the field, and said with a more loving voice, "Look at him, he didn't treat you badly."

Let Song Yizhi farm here, and that kid Rong Yueyuan is not as indifferent as the rumors say, it seems that the rumors are not credible.

"The fifth elder is not bad." Song Yizhi said something pertinent.

Rong Yueyuan didn't feel that he was playing with things and wasting his mind by farming, and he even allowed himself to farm on the top of Jiaoyue Peak.

Moreover, he held his handle and didn't make any threats. Instead, he asked himself to correct his posture so as not to show any clues again.

Although it was only a few days, Rong Yueyuan was indeed a very nice person.

Mu Lao and Song Yizhi have known each other for not a year or two, and they know this little girl's temper quite well, so he was a little surprised to see that she gave Rong Yueyuan such a high evaluation.

"As expected of Rong Yueyuan." Mu Lao said unhurriedly, if he had a beard, he would have stroked it at this time.

Song Yizhi glanced at Mu Lao.

"Although I live in the back mountain, the word Rong Yueyuan resounds throughout the Changqiu sect. It's hard for us to know." Mu Lao said, "Even your mother gave him something from me."

"Huh?" Song Yizhi didn't react for a while, and when she did, she was shocked, "Huh!?"

Mother actually took something from Mu Lao and gave it to Fifth Elder? !

hell! !
She seems to know something important!

"If it weren't for..." Mu Lao hesitated to speak, looked at the curious face, and changed the subject, "To be honest, I asked your mother if she had a crush on Rong Yueyuan ,Then……"

"Being beaten by mother?" Song Yizhi spoke quickly, and seeing Mu Lao's gloomy gaze, he knew he was right.

For the gaze of Shangmu Laoyou, Song Yizhi spread his hands. "Although I don't know where my father died, but the mother -in -law was deeply affectionate to my father. Do you ask? Was you asking? "

"Why are you sighing at such a young age?" Old Mu asked.

Song Yizhi frowned, "I don't understand, as long as mother's face still has her identity, what kind of man does she want, why does she have to be a widow?"

"Song Yizhi!" Song Luo's cold voice sounded.

She just came and heard this unlucky child talking nonsense, and he is still a widow! ?

Will Song Luo be a widow?

joke!

This unlucky kid just didn't hit the house for three days!

Song Yizhi trembled in fright, she ran behind Mu Lao, tried her best to put on a smile that was uglier than crying, "Mother, mother, mother..."

Mu Lao looked at the cold Song Luo, protected Song Yizhi and said slowly, "You man, what are you doing to scare this child Zhizhi? Don't appear like a ghost every day."

"She won't go to Fang Jiewa for three days!" Song Luo said coldly, looking at the cowardly little girl hiding behind Mu Lao, she said angrily, "Follow me to the main peak."

Song Yizhi shook his head again and again, "No, no, mother, you are definitely going to take me back and close the door to beat me!"

Song Luo: "..."

Why don't we just beat her up and take her to the main peak?

Mu Lao looked at the mother and daughter, the mother who was as cold as an iceberg, and the daughter who was not four or six years old, how could this look like a mother and daughter.

"Zhizhi doesn't look like you at all." Mu Lao said cheerfully, "You, you are so young, you keep a straight face every day, if Zhizhi is afraid of you, you won't even have a place to cry."

The only ones who can say that Song Luo is young are those ancestors in Houshan.

"I'm not afraid of my mother." Song Yizhi retorted, blurting out, "Mother is the best and best person in this world to me!"

Although Niangqin wants to treat herself to fried pork with bamboo shoots every now and then, Niangqin is still the best!

Even a person as cold as Song Luo still lost to Song Yizhi's sweet talk.

She couldn't help but soften her complexion, stretched out her hand with Song Yizhi, and said lightly, "Don't be silly, let's go."

Song Yizhi put away the storage bag, jumped over in two or three steps, took Song Luo's arm and looked at his mother with a smile.

Song Luo took her daughter and left through the sky.

"Don't forget to come back and cook for me!" Mu Lao shouted.

"Understood!" Song Yizhi's voice came from the wind.

main peak.

Song Luo took Song Yizhi into the hall, and found that there were not as many people in the hall as imagined.

Except for Zongmen Shen Bu and Rong Yueyuan, there are only two overly good-looking but face-to-face men who seem to be from the demon world.

I don't know why, but the faces of these two are so familiar.

Song Yizhi couldn't remember where she saw her before, so she didn't want to. She let go of Song Luo's arm and followed behind.

Song Luo went to the chair and sat down, Song Yizhi consciously walked over and stood behind his mother.

"Zhizhi, this is the demon master Feng Canglin, and this is the young demon master Feng Yi'an." Suzerain Shen Bu spoke to Song Yizhi.

Song Yizhi raised his hand in a salute, and the courtesy was reasonable, "Song Yizhi has met the demon master, the demon young master."

Feng Canglin looked at the little girl who was saluting to him, his eyes were so complex that it was hard to understand.

"No." Feng Canglin said gently, he quickly adjusted his mood, a smile appeared on his handsome face, "You little girl is cute, come here."

Song Yizhi looked up, and saw Feng Canglin with a warm smile, his gentle and friendly appearance looked like a demon lord.

Hearing this, Song Yizhi glanced at Song Luo, then walked up and stood two steps away, keeping a suitable distance.

The generous look made Feng Canglin's expression even more gentle.

Feng Canglin's knuckle-boned fingers held a bracelet, the bracelet made of white jade had phoenix patterns growing from the inside out, mysterious and beautiful.

Song Yizhi thought inappropriately, Rong Yueyuan was like such a beautiful jade.

"This is a meeting gift for you." Feng Canglin handed the bracelet to Song Yizhi.

When the bracelet was delivered to her, Song Yizhi realized how beautiful and extraordinary the bracelet was, she declined politely, "Demon Lord, this bracelet is too expensive, you won't be rewarded for nothing."

Feng Canglin said softly, "It's just a small thing, there is a saying that the elders can't refuse the gift, accept it."

Song Yizhi lowered his head slightly, not daring to accept it.

Although she didn't feel any malice from the Demon Lord, she still didn't dare to accept it. After all, there is an old saying that being courteous without doing anything is either rape or steal.

(End of this chapter)