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Chapter 457 It¡¯s my disciple¡¯s turn to be scolded by you

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    Song Qinrong lowered her head, and her hair fell down on both sides, blocking the expression on her face.

    She stood against the light and didn't speak for a long time.

    The thin figure looks lonely and lonely, and the low pressure around her makes no one dare to get close.

    When Fu Sichen came in, he saw this scene.

    His eyes hurt, and he strode over with long legs, hugged the other person's waist from behind, and pulled the person into his arms.

    Usually at this time, Song Qinrong would always look at him with a smile on her face.

    But this time, she seemed to have no consciousness.

    Despite being held by the man, her eyelashes were still lowered, and all her emotions were contained under the expression that was covered by her hair.

    "Girl, I don't blame you." Fu Sichen hugged her for a long time before speaking in a low voice to comfort her.

    He has been busy recently because of Sheng Ting's incident.  I wasn't going to come over until there was a physics class in the afternoon today.

    Who would have thought that Xu Xiaonan called him suddenly, his tone was panicked, his words sounded inconsistent, and he was obviously very frightened.

    But Fu Sichen understood it all at once.

    "Aunt Rong received a call from some senior brother"

    He immediately dropped everything he was doing and hurried over.

    As soon as you entered the door, you saw Song Qinrong like this.

    Although the girl stood there so quietly, with no voice or expression, Fu Sichen knew that she was feeling extremely guilty.

    Song Qinrong left the master without saying goodbye, and did not know the situation of the master and several senior brothers and sisters.

    ??Fu Sichen, a person who has come to the door of rebirth several times, knows more than anyone else.

    At first, he didn¡¯t believe that the reborn person didn¡¯t know Song Qinrong¡¯s whereabouts, so he kept someone secretly watching.

    The more you follow, the more you will know.

    Not to mention that her four senior brothers and sisters went out day and night in order to find her, and did not have a good rest for several months.

    Her old master Yang Zhong changed his past arrogance and begged everyone he could, including his mortal enemy and old love rival.

    He put aside all dignity and hatred just for his little disciple.

    Thinking of this, Fu Sichen couldn't help but sigh softly from the bottom of his heart.

    Song Qinrong is truly a disciple of Yang Zhong. He is both affectionate and righteous enough to put aside his overwhelming hatred for the people he cares about.

    But the more this happened, the deeper the guilt Song Qinrong felt.

    Precisely because she herself has done the same thing, she understands better than anyone else that it is not easy to let go of the hatred that gnaws at you every day.

    ¡°I will feel sorry for the person who passed away for the rest of my life, and it will be hard to feel at ease for the rest of my life.

    After hugging her for a long time, Fu Sichen let go again and walked slowly in front of her. He gently brushed the hair on the other side's head with his generous and warm palm.

    He lowered his head, gently lifted the girl's cheek, and kissed her forehead.

    "I really don't blame you." His voice was gentler than ever before, "The reason why you left without saying goodbye was not out of willfulness.

    But you don¡¯t want the same thing to happen to other people you care about.

    People from the Rebirth Sect are very good at medicine and poison. They can heal the bones of dead people, but they cannot save themselves.

    You don¡¯t know when your identity will be exposed, and you don¡¯t want Sheng Ting¡¯s people to deal with your senior brother and the others because they can¡¯t deal with you.

    ¡°Girl, you did nothing wrong.  It's really not your fault.  "

    Song Qinrong¡¯s eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally something happened because of his words.

    "Really?" She touched her lips and slowly said two words.

    The voice was extremely low and hoarse.  If you listen carefully, it also contains a hint of irony.

    With just these two words, Fu Sichen's heart felt like it had been boiled twice.

    "Yes, yes girl."

    He hugged the girl and tried to keep his tone firm: "You are not a saint, you can't cover everything.

    But no matter who you are, no one can do as well as you in your situation at that time.

    ¡°Girl, you carried all the hatred on your own without affecting others around you.

    In the end, you succeeded in finding the murderer, and nothing like Xiao Nuo happened again.

    You are already great, you know?

    I can¡¯t even do this to you.

    I am proud of you.  "

    This is probably the most words Fu Sichen has said in one breath in his lifetime.

      Facts have proved that his efforts were not in vain.

    The air pressure around Song Qinrong finally eased away little by little under his patient and gentle soothing.

    ¡°Buzz¡ªbuzz¡ª¡±

    The phone that had been in my hand vibrated again.

    Song Qinrong trembled slightly.

    Seeing the girl's vague fear, Fu Sichen took the phone, took a look at it for her, and then read out the string of numbers on the screen.

    "Do you know him?" he asked in a low voice.

    "We know you." Song Qinrong smiled faintly, her dark pupils gleaming with microwaves, "You are my master."

    Yang Zhong?

    Fu Sichen paused for a moment, then gently rubbed the top of the girl's hair with his other hand: "If you don't want to answer, can I tell him for you?"

    Song Qinrong shook her head.

    ¡°I never thought about hiding for the rest of my life.¡±

    She seemed to be speaking to Fu Sichen, but also to herself.

    After finishing speaking, he took a deep breath, took the phone and pressed the answer: "Master."

    "Little girl!"

    On the other end of the phone, Yang Zhong¡¯s voice sounded like a bell.

    When Song Qinrong heard this, her eyes trembled fiercely.

    Just now, even though the senior brother said a lot, she didn't cry.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? could hear the familiar voice of "little girl," her eyes were uncontrollable, and began to sore.

    "Master"

    She tried hard to keep her voice calm so that Yang Zhong wouldn't hear choking.

    But who is Yang Zhong?

    Since she became a disciple at the age of twelve, Mr. Yang has taken her with him and loved her as much as his eyes.

    But in just two words, he heard the problem.

    He suddenly became anxious: "What's going on? Why are you crying? Who bullied you? Ah! I want to die. Those who dare to bully my rebirth sect, old man, I'm not dead yet!"

    The worried and anxious voice of the old man came hurriedly, and Song Qinrong's tears could no longer stop, filling her eyes.

    She covered her mouth tightly and wanted to explain, but she couldn't say a word.

    The next second, a rustling sound came from the other end of the phone, as if the third senior sister was quietly complaining.

    Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp and loud "pop!"

    Yang Zhong cursed angrily: "Who told you to talk nonsense in front of a little girl? You were the only one who opened your mouth during the whole rebirth, right?

    Others don¡¯t know, don¡¯t you, the senior brother, know?  Did the little girl disappear on purpose?  Who can endure that situation?

    ¡°Now that she has finally come back, you don¡¯t care about whether she has been wronged outside, but you still scold her?

    Does it get your turn to scold my little disciple?

    I don¡¯t even want to scold you!  Is it your turn?  Is it your turn?

    You brat, you actually said that I am ten years older?  You are only ten years older!

    If you dare to say that I am old behind your back, I will beat you to death!  "

    Along with the full scolding of the old gentleman, it was the screams and forgiveness of the master.

    From far away, you can still vaguely hear the senior brother shouting heartbreakingly: "Little junior sister, help me! I was wrong!" (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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