The scumbag provoked the blackened male god again

Chapter 779 Charm [46]

"Not necessarily." Jing Mu shook his head and said, "As long as we set up an induction barrier one foot below the ground, once the barrier is touched, we will naturally know the evil's movements and rush to guard in time."

"It's safer to add a layer of defensive enchantment, which can delay some time." Qiu Lan said suddenly.

Jing Mu: "Naturally."

The two seem to have reached a consensus.

Qiu Lan looked at the head again, "I will send someone back with you to get the Qingji Pearl."

The leader nodded and agreed.

Ning Rong scratched her head in disbelief, "This matter is over?"

"Otherwise, what else do you want?" Shen Lang sneered.

Ning Rong pointed to Shen Wushuang who had been kneeling on the ground silently, "She broke into the uncle's courtyard at night, what should I do?"

"She is from Weiyang Palace, so she will naturally be dealt with by Weiyang Palace." Qiu Lan continued, "This matter is ordered by me, so I can't blame her. It's just that I brought someone into my forbidden area without permission. It will settle itself."

Ning Rong breathed a sigh of relief, bowed and said, "Then trouble the Palace Master."

He hated this woman, Shen Wushuang, deeply.

The head of the sect suddenly said: "Since the evil spirit is about to be born, and Changling is thousands of miles away from this place, I may not be able to arrive in time. It is better to keep a few disciples nearby so that we can be vigilant at all times."

The head of the sect is right, but... the "several disciples"... are they too specific?
The only three "several disciples" present looked at each other in blank dismay, with big question marks on their foreheads.

The head of the sect clearly wanted to avenge his personal revenge, and took this opportunity to keep them here, so as not to go back and continue to make trouble and disturb the whole Changling.

Ning Rong suddenly raised her hand, rubbed Shen Lang's head vigorously, and said quietly: "Look, how calm our little junior sister is now, she doesn't have the consciousness of being the culprit at all."

Shen Lang patted his pig's trotters away, gave him a displeased look, then hugged Jing Mu's arm with a smile, and said with a blink of an eye, "Grandpa Sect Leader is bound by trivial matters of the sect, and all senior brothers are going down the mountain to practice , Shizun has nothing to do when he goes back, why not stay?"

The little apprentice's coquettish Jing Mu has never been able to refuse.

He shook his head slightly, fell silent for a while, looked down at her and said softly, "Lang'er wants Master to stay?"

Shen Lang's eyes brightened slightly, "Naturally, if Master stays here, he can help me control my two senior brothers, and save them from bullying me all day long."

Jing Mu scratched her nose, and smiled helplessly: "Master, I have never seen them bullying you, but you often make them gnash their teeth in anger."

Shen Lang didn't panic when he was demolished, he smiled and said: "The disciple begged the master... okay?"

Jing Mu looked at her deeply, watched her small mouth open and close, suddenly smiled, nodded and said: "...Okay, just stay for the teacher."

As soon as these words came out, Li Wangyu's face on the side became darker, and he looked at Shen Lang thoughtfully, his long eyelashes lowered for a moment, and his thin crimson lips were tightly pursed.

Such a ridiculous request, the master actually agreed...

For some reason, he always felt that Master's eyes on Shen Lang were not innocent enough. Although he was smiling gently, it always gave him a feeling of depression.

The same gentle eyes, when looking at others, give him a completely different feeling, whether it is towards him, Ning Rong, or Shen Wushuang, they are all pure, not as complicated and depressing as looking at Shen Lang.

What is hidden under the gentle pampering?

Is it gloomy like him, or...

Now he can almost conclude that Master's thoughts towards Shen Lang are definitely not that pure and innocent.

Li Wangyu didn't realize that his palms were clenched tightly, his nails dug into the flesh, and the blood seeped out, leaving bright marks.

(End of this chapter)