Without the dark concoction, Lu Jiuque's already delicate face looked even more delicate and refined, like a white lotus emerging from the water.
Even a simple expression of anger is so beautiful that it makes people's hearts tremble.
Ye Hui watched for a moment, completely dumbfounded.
His heartbeat was abnormal, his breathing accelerated, and eventually his face turned crimson.
"I, I, I... no, no, no... I don't think so... "
"Pfft..." Lu Jiuque still couldn't hold it back and began to tease him with evil intentions, "You idiot, you really haven't made any progress at all."
Tsk tsk, looking like Ye Hui is what a young man should look like, okay
So silly, so cute, so cute. Compared with the big devil, Ye Hui is thousands of times better.
At this moment, an exquisite and graceful girl came over.
She stood next to Ye Hui and asked coquettishly: "Junior brother Ye, who is this..."
Lu Jiuque raised his eyes to meet that person, smiled faintly and said, "Lu Jiuque."
The man's beautiful almond-shaped eyes slightly curved, making a surprised expression. Then he stretched out his hand generously and gracefully, winked at Lu Jiuque and said, "So you are Lu Jiuque. I often hear Junior Brother Ye talking about you. Hello, I am Mo Fuyi, please give me your advice in the future."
Of course Lu Jiuque knew that she was Mo Fuyi. After all, Yin Mandrill's magical ability to chase souls and defend lives was still imprinted on her body.
It turned out that this was the person who almost killed her.
The willow eyebrows are curved, the apricot eyes are sparkling, the nose is straight and delicate, and the lips are like March flowers.
The aura of life is compelling and noble.
Who could tell that this was an executioner who could casually regard human life as nothing
Lu Jiuque raised his eyes and looked at Ye Hui doubtfully: "Are you familiar with her?"
Ye Hui, a fool, naturally told the truth: "No, we just met today."
Lu Jiuque nodded, then glanced at Mo Fuyi and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, Ye Hui said I'm not familiar with you, so I can't mention me to you often. Haha, for a person who tells lies, he can't stop talking about it. I have no interest in chatting with her or giving her advice. I say goodbye."
After saying this, Lu Jiuque strode forward, then suddenly turned back and said, "Ye Hui, why don't you come over here!"
"Ah?! Oh, here it comes!"
Ye Hui ran over and the two of them started chatting, completely forgetting about Mo Fuyi.
Mo Fuyi stood stiffly, his hands under his long sleeves clenched tightly, and his nails pierced his palms, but he could still keep the smile on his face.
It was as if the person being made things difficult and humiliated was not her.
In this way, Mo Fuyi was seen by other inner disciples, and they couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
Some people couldn't help it and gritted their teeth and said: "Ah, who the hell is that Lu Jiuque? He actually looked at me like this to the young senior sister."
"Hmph, he's just a country bumpkin with some talent. What's so great about him?"
"Shh, please keep your voice down. Didn't you see that Master Yuan Feng was punished?"
"Haha, I'm just telling the truth. Compared with a country bumpkin like that, the little senior sister is the real noble. The little senior sister greeted her kindly, so forget it if she's not grateful. Look at the arrogant look on that little country bumpkin. It's really embarrassing."
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After a long time, Mo Fuyi frowned, shook his head at the disciples, stopped their discussion, and then stood back among the ranks of direct disciples.
Mo Fuyi's behavior made her even more elegant and generous, adding a lot of points to her.
In comparison, even with his stunning looks and peerless talent, Lu Jiuque still became a little unorthodox.