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Chapter 93

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    Thinking about it, his eyes turned red, he gritted his teeth and stepped forward, stepping on the opponent.

    "Moyuzhi you bastard!" After cursing, he turned and ran away.

    That foot was hard enough, of course, it's not impossible to dodge it, but Mo Yuzhi felt that if he dodged it, his little fool might cry, so he allowed her to step on it.

    To be honest, it hurts a bit.

    "Yiyi, you just left? Didn't you talk to the uncle? By the way, why is your face swollen? Who beat you, the uncle will find a place for you."

    With a smile all over his face, he waved slyly, but stood there motionless.

    If he wants to catch up now, maybe he will really beat him up. He doesn't matter. I'm afraid that the little fool will go to receive the punishment on his own. The pain is not in her body, but in his own heart.

    But to be honest, that mouthful was really like panna cotta, and he still has a lingering fragrance on his lips and teeth, with a sweet aftertaste.

    Back at the main peak, Luo Yi began to practice swordsmanship. Every time she was unhappy and angry, she would use swordsmanship to vent her emotions. This would not only improve her swordsmanship, but also relieve her emotions.

    Halfway through the practice, a water-blue sword sharply pierced towards him, dodged to block, and the familiar cedar fragrance was close at hand, passing him by.

    "Master." Luo Yi looked at the person who received the sword and bowed his hands, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes were still as cold as the moon in his memory.

    Mu Yan's eyes fell on the half of her cheek that hadn't subsided from swelling, her eyes darkened, and the saber in her hand drew a crescent moon shape on the ground.

    "Come again."

    There is no suspense in this competition, the winner is Mu Yan, but the strange thing is that in the past, he would deal with his apprentices, at least within ten moves, he would not shoot down the saber in her hand, but this time, he could not shoot down the saber in her hand without three moves.  It was so shocking that her wrists were numb and her palms were lacerated.

    In the third move, she directly let her take out the saber, and Zhi Lan Qixin's face became a little paler.

    "You can't even hold your own sword firmly, how can you talk about Jianxiu!" After sternly reprimanding, the girl with her head bowed in front of her went to pick up the sword silently, her eyes were full of tenacious and unyielding light when she raised her eyes.

    "Come again."

    As she wished, Mu Yan shot down the sword in her hand time and time again, and when she couldn't hold it with her right hand, she switched to her left hand, and didn't stop until both hands were bleeding.

    "That's it for today." Standing with his sword drawn, he threw a bottle of ointment with a serious expression, "Don't slacken your practice in the future, don't be playful anymore."

    This remark is a pun, presumably because she knew that she was taken to drink by her uncle. Although she didn't drink, Luo Yi felt that the master didn't care about it, so she swallowed the words that came to her mouth, picked it up  The ointment on the ground saluted and left.

    Immortal cultivators have extraordinary hearing, so after walking a certain distance, she could still see the spirit crane passing by her sending a message to the master.

    It's the little junior sister, presumably she did something wrong, the master punished her to copy books in the library, and now she wants to copy less times to please her.

    He stopped involuntarily, for some reason, until the helpless but forgiving "Then copy it ten times less, and you are not allowed to bargain with the teacher." Luo Yi felt that his hands were really bleeding  .

    Because a little hurt.

    However, it is not unbearable.

    The corners of her lips were pursed lightly, and she slowly raised a soft arc. She continued to walk forward, but this time, she didn't stop.

    When she returned to her residence, she was struggling with how to apply the medicine. After all, both of her hands were injured, and there was a knock on the door.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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