When Su Luo arrived, Master Rong Yun was holding a volume of books in his hands, flipping through it casually.
Seeing Su Luo coming over, without raising his eyes, he snorted lightly and turned his face away on purpose.
Three black lines appeared on Su Luo's forehead.
Master, what are you doing
"Master..." Su Luo dragged her tail and rubbed against Master Rong Yun.
"Hmph." Master Rong Yun buried his head in the book, as if there was something in the book that attracted him so deeply that he couldn't take his eyes off it or raise his head.
Su Luo pondered quickly in his mind, thinking about where he had offended Master and his old man, but after thinking about it, he had no impression.
"Master..." Su Luo weakly tugged at Grandmaster Rong Yun's sleeve.
Master Rong Yun picked up the teacup and drank the tea calmly, but did not give Su Luo a look.
"Master, just look at me, anyway, you also like to see this face, don't you?" Su Luo put her face up.
Her face resembles Yanhua's seven points, and at first glance, it can almost be seen as real.
Yanhua is the deepest imprint in Rong Yun's heart, the softest existence.
In this case, why is Rong Yun angry? He poked Su Luo's forehead with his slender fingers like jade, and hummed twice: "Girls are outgoing, you girl, hum."
With a man, even the master is no longer needed.
"Master~~~" Su Luo immediately understood what kind of anger Master was getting. She smiled sweetly, like a blooming summer sunflower, licking her little face and rubbing against Master, "Master, sit down, Luoluo will make you some tea."
"Hmph." Master Rong Yun's expression improved a lot.
Su Luo busily boiled water, brewed tea, washed the tea, and then filled a small cup with his own hands, held it in front of Master Rong Yun, and said with a dog-legged smile, "Master, please drink tea."
"My teacher can't afford to drink this tea." Master Rong Yun refused.
"Why?" Su Luo was puzzled.
"That stupid boy's leg disease can't be cured for the teacher." What kind of person is Master Rong Yun, Su Luo's eyebrows moved, and he could guess that he was inseparable.
"Why can't it be cured?" Su Luo was anxious, and hurriedly sat down on a stool next to Master Rong Yun, his eyes were more serious than ever before, "Why can't it be cured? Didn't you say that only a master-level pharmacist can cure his leg disease? Master is so powerful, why can't he be cured?"
Su Luo's concern was chaotic, and a series of questions were thrown away.
Rong Yun frowned again: "Are you worried?"
Su Luo nodded hurriedly like a puppy. Can you not worry? That was the man she recognized.
"If you want to be concerned, you can work hard yourself." Master Rong Yun waved his sleeves and calmly floated a sentence, "Only you can save him if you are promoted to the master-level pharmacist yourself."
"Why?" Su Luo stood up unconvinced, "Even if Master can save me, why not? Master knows that I am only a super pharmacist now, and I will be promoted to a master pharmacist later, even if I am lucky enough to be promoted to a master pharmacist. Pharmacist, then there is the threshold of the master-level pharmacist. It’s not that Master doesn’t know that, after a hundred years of training, Mr. Luo couldn’t cross this gap. Does Master think that I can be promoted in just a few years? ?"
Su Luo was in a hurry, talking like a cannonball, and shot at it.
Grandmaster Rong Yun looked at her fixedly, his eyes were as black as ink jade, and the depths of his eyes were unfathomable and complicated.
But Su Luo met his gaze without showing weakness, and looked at him deeply, without any sign of backing down.