Bamboo pole, who was eating rice, suddenly looked at the door with his mouth wide open. A meat bone in his mouth fell to the ground. He didn't even feel the chopsticks in his hand falling to the ground. He just pointed at the door blankly:
"Snow, snow..."
"It's not a ghost. What are you so afraid of? Go back after eating." Feng Xingying also saw it.
"Oh." Zhugan mechanically pushed his chin back to its normal position with his hands.
"Is Feng Xingying here?" Ling Chuxue knocked on the courtyard door politely.
If Sister Mei pays for it, how can Feng Xingying's accommodation be poor? Her place is a small apartment in the villa area. Although it is not very luxurious, it is a private courtyard with complete greening and various facilities and many rooms.
In the Royal Academy, the principle of "freedom" is adhered to. The courtyard is private territory, and any intrusion is considered prohibited.
Ling Chuxue wanted to see Feng Xingying, so she had to knock on the courtyard door.
"Okay, let's go back first. Boss, call us anytime if you need anything." The younger brothers were very discerning. After they got used to Feng Xingying's face, they also developed a strong immunity to beauties like Snow Fairy.
No matter how beautiful it is, what's the use? If it's not your own, what's the point of looking good
"Come in." Feng Xingying was polite but distant. "We don't seem to know each other?"
"Aren't we acquainted now?" Snow Fairy smiled and said: "Introduce yourself. Ling Chuxue, a third-level Xuanling master. From tomorrow on, I will be your mentor."
"Mentor?" Feng Xingying raised an eyebrow: "I don't remember applying for a mentor."
"Yes, but I chose you." Although Ling Chuxue had a smile on her face, the hostility in her eyes was not concealed at all. In fact, in just one sentence, the two women had already started a fierce battle.
Did she come with good intentions
Only a ghost can believe it!
Coming with good intentions, do you need to use your momentum to overwhelm people
With her momentum, if Feng Xingying really only had the soul power of a small spiritual master, she would probably make him lose his composure on the spot, and he might even fall to his knees.
Feng Xingying was really not surprised by such kindness.
After a brief battle ended, Ling Chuxue nodded with satisfaction: "My vision was indeed right. I watched your battle with Sun Fu and your performance was very good.
So as the Royal Academy's special tutor this year, I took advantage of my privilege to choose you as my first student. "
As if she guessed what Feng Xingying wanted to say, Ling Chuxue squinted her eyes, showed a charming and confident smile, and shook her finger: "You can't refuse."
Feng Xingying sneered: "What if I insist on refusing?"
"Then you can give it a try." Ling Chuxue sat familiarly on the soft leather-covered long-backed wooden chair in front of Feng Xingying. She leaned back lazily and lengthened her snow-white dress, making her figure look extra slender. Soft:
"Did you invent this thing yourself? Or did your cook and maid make it? It's really comfortable. No wonder Brother Qin always comes to you. Why don't you make one for me too?"
As a teacher? Are you worthy
Feng Xingying's eyes darkened.
Feng Xingying's chair is based on the method of a sofa chaise longue. It is based on a wide long wooden chair, widened, lengthened, and covered with three layers of plush animal skin. There is also a soft Q-version backrest on the back. It is perfect for sitting, lying down or taking a nap on your side.
Give it to her, why
What's more, the word "master" also violated Feng Xingying's taboo.
Can anyone recognize his master Feng Xingying
Feng Xingying did not retort, simply ignored her, took out an alchemy furnace and began to refine the elixir.