"Heavenly historian?"
The messenger narrowed his dark eyes, and a strange expression appeared on his bony face.
Seeing the envoy's reaction, the dean thought that he arranged Ye Qingluo's words to give the envoy an excuse to attack Ye Qingluo, and the words became more vigorous.
"Yes, yes, it's the Historian of the Heavenly Dao! She has nothing else, it's just good luck. When the Historian of the Heavenly Dao came, he took away a group of forces who wanted to invade the Xilan Continent. I don't know what the credit is, it's inexplicable It fell on her head."
The dean's face was full of anger: "She is a fifteen-year-old girl, and she has won the great honor of saving the heroine of Xilan Continent. How can she know how high the sky is?"
The envoy nodded thoughtfully: "So that's the case."
The dean glared at Ye Qingluo fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "Master Messenger, I will trouble you to tell Lord Hall Master about this little bitch! Lord Hall Master wants to take her away, just take her away!"
The envoy's dark eyes glanced at the dean.
The Dean's spine felt a chill.
He clenched his hands tightly, lowered his head anxiously, and didn't dare to speak again.
The messenger moved his eyes and looked at Ye Qingluo.
His shriveled lips tugged: "Student Ye Qingluo has nothing to explain or refute?"
"Lazy." Ye Qingluo rolled his eyelids, disapproving, "What's more, Shangxuan Palace doesn't have the energy to deal with such crap things as the School of Management."
"Ha ha ha ha… "
A dry and piercing laugh came from the messenger's mouth.
His eyes were full of admiration: "Student Ye Qingluo, I really can't refute what you said."
The implication is to admit what Ye Qingluo said.
They went to the Xuan Palace, but they didn't have the leisure to deal with the nonsense of the academy.
The dean was startled by the envoy's laughter and the words that followed.
How is this going
Why did the messenger's attitude suddenly change
He just turned his face away and said so many words, didn't the messenger hear it
"Master Messenger, she...she...you must not be deceived by her..." the headmaster said eagerly.
The words are not finished yet.
Has been interrupted by the emissary sharply: "Dean Shangxuan, playing tricks in front of this emissary, do you really think this emissary is a fool? You are a dignified dean, you are old and disrespectful, so rude, and you are so rude in front of many students. In front of him, insulting a student is really against the teacher's morality!"
The dean's face suddenly turned pale, his whole body became cold, and his legs went limp.
His lips trembled slightly, wanting to explain.
But after meeting the envoy's cold eyes, he couldn't utter a word.
The envoy didn't waste any more time with the dean, but looked directly at Ye Qingluo: "Student Ye Qingluo, the master of the palace wants to see you, so let's go to Shangxuan hall with this envoy."
"The master of the Shangxuan Hall...why would he want to see a student in such a small class as me? If the envoy can't give me a reasonable reason...my brother, how can he let me go to the Shangxuan Hall with peace of mind."
Ye Qingluo smiled faintly.
"Student Ye Qingluo, this envoy is polite to you, but it is because of your temperament, which is very suitable for this envoy's appetite, but this does not mean that you can be rude to this envoy." The envoy's smile paused slightly, and his eyes shot a threat of light.
Ye Qingluo met his eyes and smiled calmly: "Messenger, I will tell you so much because you are a messenger. However, this does not mean that you can order me."
She sensed a different aura from the messenger.
An aura that does not belong to the realm of Nirvana.
This so-called Shangxuan Palace is definitely not a force belonging to the realm of Nirvana.