Chapter 317: Close contact

He paused before saying: "The disciples will check this."
The Great Teacher nodded his head slightly: "After all, these disciples are low-minded and need to eat the grains of the world. Finding a few special chefs to manage the meals can also allow them to concentrate on their exercises."
"Yes." Zi Sanghe nodded and agreed.
In my heart, I was wondering that Master always ignored these gossips, but now suddenly he was concerned about the meals of the last disciples ...
"Master, disciple is also good at cooking. What does Master want to eat? Disciple does it." Rarely encountered the opportunity to honor Master, son Sang He quickly recommended himself late.
The eyes of the Grand Master flickered slightly: "Are you good at cooking?"
"A disciple usually likes to get something to eat. It's also a hobby. I should barely try it. What kind of master does he like?"
Zi Sanghe's eyes glowed slightly at night.
The Grand Master groaned for a moment: "First make a few sweet desserts and send them."
He paused again: "Will you make bamboo dumplings?"
Master actually loves sweetness? !!
Zi Sang He was really a little surprised at the night, and nodded quickly: "Yes, yes."
"Well, then send a few up." The Great Master instructed.
"Yes." Zi Sanghe promised late, was thinking of leaving, suddenly seemed to think of something, busy and reported: "Yes, Master, Little Master wants disciples to take her down to see, familiarize with the terrain of Luojia Mountain ... "
The Grand Master stood at the banister railing, and the dark black jade's eyes swept out of the garden, and he didn't speak for a while.
Son Sang He later could not figure out what Master had in mind. When he saw him, he didn't dare to ask again. He said downright, "That disciple has gone down."
Turn around and leave.
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Luo Qingyu ran the internal force seven or eight times, and looked at the garden seven or eight times.
What does the Great Master say to his son Sang He?
Why is it so long? !!
She was getting impatient, and suddenly there was a flash of blue shadow at the gate of the courtyard, and finally she saw Zi Sanghe's evening dress fluttering out.
With a joy in her heart, she jumped up suddenly, and suddenly felt a dizziness in her head, she could not help shaking, she slipped on her feet and almost fell.
"Be careful." Qinglang Ruyu's voice sounded on her ear, her waist tightened, and a force of void swept her, and her body shook like a light cloud, finally standing.
Luo Qingyu stroked his forehead, and the dizziness finally passed.
Why is there a vertigo problem for no reason?
Alas, maybe it's been too long just now ...
She shook her head, glanced at Sang Hewan, and smiled, "Thank you, Brother Xiang."
At this time, she was wearing a pink sweater, dark hair and casually falling loose, hanging straight down her waist, a pair of watery eyes bright and bright, red lips like Tu Dan, maybe because of just doing the exercises, her delicate white cheeks are now Rouge-like blush.
Jiao Qiao's innocence also has a mysterious charm, which makes people almost unable to remove their eyes.
Just now Sang Hewan helped her with a sleeve and had no skin contact with her. At this moment, under the eyes of her eyes, he couldn't help but blushed again: "No ... you're welcome."