The villain sister became the white moonlight of the male protagonist

Chapter 133 Retreat
Xu Miaomiao couldn't stand the suffering, and hurried out of Zhenjun Ronghua's cave.

She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, the uncle would bring some dark dishes.

The little girl was running away with a bit of embarrassment. Pei Ye, who was standing there, stared at her figure with burning eyes and disappeared around the corner, but still did not look away.

Thinking of the closeness before, he suddenly raised his hand to touch the corner of his lips, as if the hot feeling still remained.

Blush gradually appeared on the innocent cheeks.

Even the tips of his ears were red.

Pei Ye walked to the table, gathered most of the spirit stones in his sleeves, and then walked away.

He thought in his heart: soon, he will be able to collect the betrothal gifts and formally become a Taoist couple with Miao Miao.

and also
His cultivation should also break through.

There is still half a month before the student competition, Xu Miaomiao has been very busy recently, and he is doing embroidery and sewing.

How great it would be if he knew how to clone himself!

He barely sewed a prototype, and before he became proud, he was forcibly retreated by his unscrupulous master.

It is well-known as: the junior brother retreated, and the senior sister also retreated.

Xu Miaomiao: "."

She doesn't want to retreat, she should be autistic.

It wasn't until she managed to break through the middle stage of Yuanjie Realm and practiced a set of sword skills by the way that Shangming Zhenjun allowed her to come out.

Zhenjun Shangming put on a serious face: "In the past, disciple Dabi, you always said that you have many discomforts in your body, but this year can't be like that."

Every time, he acted like a baby and pretended to be sick, but he was soft-hearted.

This time, with Ye'er in charge of her, she definitely couldn't just let her escape so easily.

"The disciple understands, Master."

Xu Miaomiao leaned against the table with a sleepy expression, her tone was perfunctory, and she was busy yawning.

Enduring sleepiness last night, she sewed all night's regular clothes, adding a few needle holes to her fingers for no reason.

If the size of the regular clothes is not suitable, she has to change it.

Shangming Zhenjun: Don't think he didn't see her secretly squinting!

Zhenjun Shangming snorted lightly: "Miaomiao, what did you do last night?"

Xu Miaomiao took the words subconsciously: "Crack——"

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she was shocked suddenly, and she quickly changed her words: "Busy practicing sword!"

"Yes! Master, this disciple feels that the sword technique you taught is really unprecedented. It can cut down half of the mountain with one sword!"

Afraid that his master would make trouble for him, Xu Miaomiao regained consciousness in an instant, racked his brains and boasted: "Master's cultivation base is high and strong, as long as he has this set of sword skills of master, he will be like a tiger with wings on the field. Junior brother will not be my opponent!"

Zhenjun Shangming: "Your junior brother also knows this sword technique."

Xu Miaomiao: "Oh, the little junior brother won't do anything to the senior sister."

Otherwise, she would dig two holes in the back of the uniform.

True Monarch Shangming was suspicious: "Miaomiao, don't you remember that this year's disciple competition has changed the competition system?"

Xu Miaomiao: "?"

Competition system?She has heard of it! ?
"What competition system to change?"

It's all because she didn't read the book seriously, and she read it all over again, it was purely lonely after reading it.

Shangming Zhenjun thought for a while: "Compare with those who have graduated from the school first, and then decide the opponent by drawing lots."

Speaking of which, he had to think about this competition system for several days before he came up with it.

Although brothers, brothers, sisters and sisters are all in the same family, if there is no competition, it may be difficult to raise this level of cultivation.

So Shangming Zhenjun finalized the competition system with the other three palace masters.

Xu Miaomiao looked at Zhenjun Shangming with disbelief on her face: "Am I actually going to fight with Junior Brother?"

Shangming Zhenjun: "Of course it is."

"Oh," Xu Miaomiao pondered for a moment, then pursed her lips calmly and said, "The disciple lies flat and stops beating."

True Monarch Shangming: "...Miao Miao, are you a bit promising?"

　good night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)