Chapter 432: The younger brother suspects that he bends 10 every day.

The house was cleaned up, the bedding was all new, soft and fluffy, with a slight scent, clean clothes on the bed, and a natural hot spring pool behind.
Everything is perfect.
When I was in the shower, I felt that everything was very unreal.
He spent more than ten years in Lingyun Xianzong in his previous life, but he has no feelings for this place.
Not only have no feelings, but even a hate.
In the first eight years of his life, he was ruthless and bullied at home. He thought that he would be able to get rid of everything when he entered Lingyun Xianzong.
But it is just a nightmare to enter another nightmare.
The biggest difference is that the monks are trying to catch people, more cold and unrequited.
I don't even care about the lives of the weak.
He still chose to come to Lingyun Xianzong, not intending to start from scratch, but to avenge.
just……
Think of the warm, soft hands, and the rosy arms of Qing.
The heart of the people’s ritual touched it gently.
He flipped over in bed and couldn't sleep, just got up and walked out to breathe.
The moonlight outside the house is just right, and the scenery of the flying snow peak is also a must.
Just a few steps away from smelling people, I heard a familiar voice: "But can't sleep?"
He stepped in and made a less standard etiquette to the coming person: "The Immortal Master."
Azhao corrected: "Call my master."
Wen Shili whispered: "Golden brother told us that we are still not a true disciple of Lingyun Xianzong, don't rush to call the brother."
Azhao looked cold: "He told you this?"
Weng nodded gently.
This is indeed what Jin Haozheng said, but it is not in this life, but in the last life.
In this life, I saw that Azhao paid so much attention to the smell of people. Does Jin Haozhen have the courage to say such things?
Azhao is very angry.
That Jin Haozheng, looking at it is honest and reliable, did not expect the mind to be so dark.
Also secretly suppress the confidence of these little disciples.
Looking at the smell of people who didn't dare to look up in front of him, A Zhao suppressed his heart and said, "When you listen to him, do you still listen to me?"
He looked at him with enthusiasm.
Azhao looks flat and his tone is proud: "I said that you should call my master, that is, the master."
The eyes of the people were slightly enlarged, and they opened their mouths. They were very obedient and shouted a master.
The eight-year-old child has not changed his voice, the voice is clear and sweet, and the appearance of the little fairy-like child who smells the ritual is simply making Azhao unable to hold it.
I want to... pinch!
No, the high-cold masters can't collapse!
This kind of obedient little teacher can never be disabled!
A Zhao remembered his task: to protect the man, not to be blackened by bullying and persecution. Try to grow him into a righteous and kind-hearted disciple.
A Zhao feels that even if there is no task, she will be able to bear the man's identity and his lovely appearance. She will never endure that someone dares not to bully him.
Of course, before that, I have to give him a righteous identity.
In the early morning of the next day, after using the breakfast, Azhao immediately went to the hall of Shizun Guangzi with the smell of people.
Guang Xuzi said: "What, have you brought me a little apprentice?"
He looked at the smell of people who had just arrived at Azhao's waist, frowning: "This child's qualifications are not bad. It is just that the teacher has no plans to accept the apprentice. If you like it, why not accept it as a pro-disciple?"

Man: Hey, mentoring, seems to be good too?
Crazy Cavan, there is only one more in the early morning, goodbye during the day.
What? Big baby, good night~