"Brother, I'm here to find you."
Coming out of the training ground, Luo Xiaoman rode Dabai and galloped around the Holy Academy.
No matter how fast Dabai was, Mo Yuan, dressed in black trousers, always followed behind in a hurry.
His quick and agile movements, handsome appearance, and cold temperament make people unable to take their eyes away from him.
Their high profile also attracted the attention of the instructors and students around them.
They frowned. Isn't this little kid too arrogant
Riding a big dog around in the Holy Academy, if it weren't for her status as the instructor, they would have definitely kicked this little kid out.
Hey, there is already Zhi Wu in front of him, does the Holy Academy need another little overlord
"Xiaoman, you're here."
Luo Qingyi walked out of an independent training room and looked at Luo Xiaoman who was flying over with a smile.
"Yeah." Luo Xiaoman patted Dabai and asked him to stop, then he smiled and said, "Brother, we have to go to the palace today."
"Going to the palace?" Luo Qingyi frowned and looked at Luo Xiaoman with confusion, "Xiaoman, have you caused any trouble again?"
"Brother, you are thinking too much." Luo Xiaoman pouted and said with a depressed look on his face: "By the way, in your heart, am I just a troublemaker?"
"Well, yes!" Luo Qingyi nodded seriously.
"Wow, brother, your words hurt my heart."
"Pfft haha."
Seeing Luo Xiaoman's quirky look, Luo Qingyi couldn't help laughing. He raised his hand and touched her head, his eyes full of love. "Little fool, getting into trouble is the second best thing. I'm just worried that you will be bullied."
"In short, no matter how much trouble you cause outside, as long as you can bear it, big brother will bear it for you."
"Hehe! Brother, you are so kind."
"As long as I'm here, no one can bully Xiaoman."
Mo Yuan frowned, took a step forward, and said to Luo Qingyi firmly.
"Uh..." Looking at his serious look, Luo Qingyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
This young man devoted everything to his sister, and it was this unreserved devotion that as long as he was around, they could rest assured that Luo Xiaoman would do whatever he wanted.
"Brother, don't worry! I'll get into more trouble if you guys are there to protect me." Luo Xiaoman joked.
"Don't!!" Luo Qingyi looked panicked, really afraid that this little guy would cause a lot of trouble if he turned around.
Of course, he also knew that although Luo Xiaoman was young, he never took the initiative to cause trouble.
Mo Yuan, on the other hand, was very calm. His idea was very simple. If trouble comes, just kill it without fear.
"Hey, brother, where is Elder Feng?" Luo Xiaoman blinked. At this time, Luo Qingyi should be accepting the teachings of Elder Feng.
"Qingyi, what do you mean by what you wrote here? Refining alchemy requires concentration..." At this time, Elder Feng came out with a notebook. When he saw Luo Xiaoman looking at him with a puzzled expression, he suddenly shook his head.
"Ahem! Qingyi, today's practice ends here, we will continue tomorrow." With that said, he put his hands behind his back, raised his head and chest, and walked back to the practice room pretending to be serious.
Luo Xiaoman blinked, turned to Luo Qingyi, and said: "Brother, why do I feel that you are teaching Elder Feng instead of him teaching you?"
"Hmm..." Luo Qingyi frowned and thought about this issue seriously. "Elder Feng and I are communicating, yes, that's it."
(End of chapter)