The little junior sister was born rebellious, and the whole sect was led away

Chapter 2 Return: The Turning of the Gears of Destiny
"Immortal Qingyu, Junior Sister Ning Ning is in danger in her secret place and has suffered an unexpected event. The master has ordered his disciples to come and report, and please the Immortal... to express my condolences."

The stone pillar with ten people hugging it instantly turned into powder.

Seeing this, the legs of the disciple who came to report the news were trembling.

Qiu Wanluo, the Qingyu Immortal Lord who was as cold as the moon, came riding on the wind, staring at the young disciple with his dark eyes, "Tell the master, my disciple's soul lamp is not extinguished. Even if I use all the power of Yuxia Peak, I will not be able to do it." To find her."

"Yes, disciple...resign."

The young disciple who came to report the news rolled and crawled away from Yuxia Peak.

"Master, do you want me to go find Xiao Ning? The secret realm is connected to the abyss, I..."

"No need." Qiu Wanluo counted with his fingers, his fingertips stung, and he frowned, "Xiao Ning... has arrived at the foot of Yuxia Peak."

At this time, Ning Ning was in a chaotic illusion. A woman who looked exactly like her was full of evil spirits, staring straight at her with empty eyes, "The people you protect have skinned and torn you apart. Do you regret it?" ?”

"Uh, you...recognized the wrong person?" Ning Ning said sincerely, her round eyes flashing: "Whoever makes you so resentful will cause trouble for you. You know, the more you take a step back, the more you think about it, the more you think about it, the more you think about it. gas."

Talking about her excitement, Ning Ning put her hand on the woman's shoulder familiarly, "Sisters, even if you can't beat me, don't give up. Look at me, I have been a disciple for more than [-] years and I haven't broken through the Qi training stage yet. A Tao means ambition. Things come true, even if they are cannon fodder." Ning Ning beeped in a low voice.

"........."

The next second, Ning Ning leaned listlessly on the woman's shoulder, "Actually, I'm very envious. I'm the only loser on Wuxia Peak."

"Do you hate it?" Hate this body that can't do anything?

"Hate?" Ning Ning said nonchalantly: "I don't live for more than a hundred years, so I can't do business at a loss. If I have such leisure, I might as well taste all the delicacies in the world and travel all over the great mountains and rivers."

"really?"

Ning Ning patted her chest, "Absolutely faithful."

The woman touched the flower between her eyebrows and said, "The road ahead will be bumpy, believe in yourself..."

Before she finished speaking, the woman's evil spirit dissipated and turned into a stream of light and left.

Ning Ning stretched out her hand to try to stay, sister, you haven’t told me how to leave yet!

Under the shadow of the mottled trees, Ning Ning was lying in the arms of the black-robed boy, her knotted brows gradually loosened, and her pale face became rosy.

In her sleep, Ning Ning nuzzled the boy's neck, her hot breath blowing on the boy's heart.

The boy was only fifteen or sixteen years old. His fair cheeks were red, and his eyelashes cast thick shadows. Under the high bridge of his nose were pink and thin lips, which were being pressed softly.

The breeze blew by, and the boy disappeared with Ning Ning.

Three days later.

The layers of gauze were rolled up, and Mu Wan sat on the edge of the bed, caressing Ning Ning's thin cheek, "Xiao Ning, wake up soon! Senior sister will make you your favorite rice dumplings with fermented rice, mutton with moxibustion..."

After talking for a long time, Mu Wan lowered his eyes forlornly, "Xiao Ning, without your chirping, Yuxia Peak would be quite deserted."

"Xiao Ning hasn't woken up yet?" Mo Beihan entered the room carrying the soup.

"No." Mu Wan took the decoction from Mo Beihan's hand, skillfully helped Ning Ning up and fed the decoction.

"Elder brother, the people from the Twelve Peaks are here."

Mo Beihan felt a bone-chilling chill all over his body, "Those people from the Twelve Peaks still dare to come? Yuxia Peak hasn't caused any trouble for them yet, and they are here with shame."

Mu Wan tucked herself in and walked to Mo Beihan's side.

"Yan Wumei said that the Twelve Peaks suffered heavy losses because of Xiao Ning. Not only does he want Yuxia Peak to give an explanation, but he also wants the artifact obtained from Xiao Ning's secret realm..."

"Shameless."

Mu Wan spat.Mo Bei said in a cold voice: "Let's go and have a look."

The mottled light and shadow fell on Ning Ning's trembling eyelashes, like a butterfly fluttering about to fly.

In front of the Qingyu Hall, Yan Wumei looked at Qiu Wanluo with an unruly expression, "Uncle Qiu, Junior Sister Ning caused heavy casualties to the Twelve Peaks, Wumei dared to come to Wuxia Peak to ask for an explanation."

Qiu Wanluo took a sip of tea and said slowly: "Where is your master? Let him come." Let's see if she can kill him.

"Master is in retreat, and he is taking charge of the twelve peaks without sleep."

"No wonder." Qiu Wan suddenly put down the tea cup and released the pressure of the early stage of divine transformation, crushing Yan Wumei into dregs. "Your master doesn't even dare to speak to me. You, a younger generation, are more courageous than you." Great Master."

Yan Wumei gritted his teeth and persisted, his face turning red from holding back, "Uncle Qiu bullies the younger ones, so he is not afraid of being ridiculed if the news spreads."

The terrifying pressure suddenly relaxed. Yan Wumei thought Qiu Wanluo was afraid, but Mo Beihan's voice came from behind him, "Yan Wumei, how can you, my master, be the one to criticize me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Wumei was kicked hard in the knee, and he fell forward in embarrassment.

Yan Wumei's face was livid, and he roared angrily: "Mo Beihan, do you want the two peaks to turn against each other?"

Seeing Yan Wumei jumping over the wall, Mu Wan looked down upon him and saluted Qiu Wanluo: "Master."

Qiu Wanluo waved to Mu Wan, "Come sit here and let your senior brother handle it."

"Yes."

As soon as Mu Wan sat down on the futon, she saw a familiar figure sneaking up behind Yan Wumei with her back arched, and she jumped up from the futon in surprise.

"Elder Brother, be careful."

The sudden shout made Yan Wumei confused. For a moment, he didn't know whether he was calling him or Mo Beihan.

Just as he was about to find out, he felt an indescribable pain coming from a hidden part of his body.

"what!"

Seeing Yan Wumei poking out his butt and the iron rod behind him pointing upwards, Mo Beihan had a headache and blocked Ning Ning, who was holding the black hand.

Yan Wumei fumbled and pulled out the iron rod behind him. He looked at the blood on the iron rod. He covered his hips and stood up: "Who is it? Who did it? Come forward."

Ning Ning slipped out from behind Mo Beihan in a cute way, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, "Senior Brother Yan, long time no see! I gave it to you specially, but do you still like it?"

Humph, you dare to make trouble and give them face?

She doesn't mind letting every disciple of the Twelve Peaks experience some joy.

"Senior Brother Yan, you said that I caused the Twelve Peaks to suffer heavy losses. But how do I remember that it was you who smiled for Beau Beauty and allowed the disciples of the Twelve Peaks to challenge the monsters in the God Transformation Stage?" Ning Ning ruthlessly tore Yan Wumei off. A fig leaf, "Or is it that Senior Brother Yan is afraid of Uncle Junior's punishment, so he puts the blame on me?"

Looking across the twelve peak disciples present, Ning Ning noticed that Yu Zhiyu was not present and looked away contemptuously.

Grandma has legs, but Yu Zhiyu is quite good at hiding.

All the disciples of the Twelve Peaks except those who were out were dispatched. It was such a coincidence that Yu Zhiyu was not here. Who would believe that it was without her contribution?

Ning Ning held her breath and spoke more and more boldly, "Senior Brother Yan, although I like the gift from Ning Ning, there is no need to hold it all the time. It's so embarrassing."

"Pfft." Mu Wan couldn't help laughing, and glanced at Ning Ning angrily.

Yan Wumei threw away the iron rod with a gloomy face, only to feel the laughter in his ears being particularly harsh. The anger broke through his reason, quietly gathering the power of thunder and lightning in his palm, and suddenly blasted towards Ning Ning.

"Senior sister, be careful." The tall young man threw Ning Ning down without hesitation and blocked the thunderball with his body. Smoke was everywhere and no one could be seen.

(End of this chapter)