"I..." Qi Min felt like he was covered in nine days of frost, feeling that the cold air was going to penetrate into his bones, freezing his marrow.
How dare she say half a word 'no'. Qin Dong can be merciful once, but he may not be merciful twice.
"Min'er is naturally proud, so I'm afraid she won't be able to bear it if she is asked to be a maid. If we want to punish her, can we use a different way? Moreover, I, as the master, am also responsible for her fault, and I am willing to work with her. bear."
"The deep love between master and disciple is really touching." Qin Dong said this, but his expression was completely different, full of coldness and sarcasm. [
Just when the Wuyue disciples were looking astonished, Qin Dong's expression sharpened and he shouted, "Wuyue, how long are you going to pamper your precious disciple? Is it possible that you want to destroy it with one hand?" she?"
"Well… "
"Her temperament is clearly spoiled. Even if she can live for a long time, she will not have a big future in cultivation. Let her be Ye Bing's maid, just to polish her. Having a "sexual" temperament can only be good for her!"
Understanding Qin Dong's painstaking efforts, Wuyue Sanren sighed softly, turned to Qi Min and said, "Min'er, he is right. Normally, I do love you too much."
"Master, I..."
"Go! Ye Bing is a cold-faced and kind-hearted child. She will not embarrass you. In the future, you must listen to her and control your temper."
The matter is a foregone conclusion, no matter how Qi Min protests, it is useless. He had no choice but to walk to Li Yebing's side obediently, looking like he was bowing his head and obeying his orders.
Normally, Li Yebing would have taken the opportunity to punish Qi Min, but at this time, all she could think about was Qin Dong, and she was completely out of mood.
"Dang...dang..." A sound of bells came from a distance at this time.
The faces of Wuyue Sanren, Song Nantong, Li Yebing, and Qi Min all changed, and they looked very nervous.
Qin Dong frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Nan Passage: "This is the bell for Biyou Palace to summon all the disciples to gather urgently. Whenever this bell rings, it means that someone in the palace has violated the palace rules and will be executed."
"Oh? Then we have to join in the excitement." Qin Dong said with a smile.
"You guy, someone is going to die soon, but you say you want to watch the excitement. It's really too cold-blooded." Li Yebing said dissatisfied.
"Isn't it true that only those who violate the palace rules will be executed?"
Li Yebing asked, "Does anyone who violates the palace rules have to die? Besides, there are many unreasonable things in the rules of Biyou Palace."
Seeing that Wuyue Sanren seemed to agree with Li Yebing's words, Qin Dong knew that Li Yebing was probably right.
"Stop talking nonsense, let's go!" Qin Dong reached out and wrapped Li Yebing and Qi Min into a dazzling light, leading them hundreds of feet away in the blink of an eye.
"So fast!" Wuyue Sanren was startled. [
Song Nantong smiled at him, pursed his lips towards Qin Dongyuan's retreating figure, and said, "He is much stronger than you think." After leaving these words, he ignored the stunned Wuyue Sanren and flew away.
In the Biyou Palace, seventeen other courtyards formed a defensive posture, surrounding the Huating Palace where Sima Jinyun lived in the center. The Huating Palace is magnificent and majestic, not inferior to the Tianshan Temple in the slightest.
A martial arts training ground was opened outside the palace that could accommodate ten thousand people to practice together. At this time, the place was filled with disciples of Biyou Palace from all directions. It was crowded and lively.
In the center of the martial arts training ground, there was a high platform, and a flagpole dozens of feet tall was erected on the high platform. At the top of the flagpole, a flag depicting the emblem of Biyou Palace fluttered in the wind. A woman of the same age as Li Yebing, with an unworldly appearance, was tied to the flagpole by a five-flowered flower. An old man in his sixties was kneeling aside, facing the ten thousand steps of the Huating Palace and the huge and gorgeous palace gate.
"It's Sister He Rou!" As soon as he saw the girl tied to the flagpole, Li Yebing's delicate body immediately trembled, and his pretty face was filled with fear.
"Do you know her?" Qin Dong glanced at He Rou and asked.
Li Yebing nodded and said anxiously, "Sister Rou is my best sister in Biyou Palace. What did she do wrong? The palace master treated her like this? Could it be that Sister Rou really did that thing?" ?”
"What's the matter?" Qin Dongjian frowned slightly.
Just as Li Yebing was about to answer, a tsunami of praise suddenly sounded around him, "Long live Palace Master Jin An!" At the same time, people around him knelt down one after another.
Li Yebing and Qi Min subconsciously followed suit and knelt down. Qin Dong suddenly caught them both and said, "He is not the King of Heaven, why should I kneel down to him?"
Li Yebing smiled bitterly in his heart, this Sima Jinyun was not the king of heaven in Biyou Palace.
Despite Qin Dong's obstruction, Li Yebing and Qi Min still did not kneel down. However, they stood at the outermost edge of the crowd and were inconspicuous, so no one noticed them.
At this time, the door of Huating Palace opened, and a group of people, led by an old man in gold robes, walked out in a mighty manner.
Needless to say, this golden-robed old man is Sima Jinyun, the master of Biyou Palace. His face was majestic, his hair was white as snow, his eyes were sharp, and his whole body was filled with the aura of a superior.
Qin Dong smiled coldly. A mere fifth-level monk was so arrogant. If he were in the heaven, he would have died tens of thousands of times. Only in the human world can one get used to poverty like him.
Beside him was an old man of the same age as him, wearing the same white robe as Song Nantong, with four gold threads embroidered on his chest. Unlike Sima Jinyun, this old man's aura was restrained and far less flamboyant than Sima Jinyun. It should be Du Yanfei, the only fourth-level monk in Biyou Palace.
Behind the two people were three third-level monks, Duan Wenxuan, Fang Yu and Gan Zhuo, plus Wu Daozi who accompanied the prince Sima Xun on an outing. They were the four guardians of Biyou Palace.
Behind the three people are a group of second-level and first-level monks from Biyou Palace. They are all arrogant, looking at people through their nostrils, and rattling around with half a bottle of water, which is even worse than the impression given to Qin Dong by Wuyue Sanren.
However, the group of people coming out of Huating Palace at this time was actually the strongest lineup in Biyou Palace. Qin Dong originally planned to arrange them in order, but now it's good that they are all here at once, which saves him a lot of trouble.
"Please, Palace Master, be merciful and spare my disciple He Rou's life!" As soon as Sima Jinyun walked out of Huating Palace, the old man kneeling on the high platform immediately began to beg loudly.
Sima Jinyun just glanced at him and didn't bother to talk to him anymore. He turned around and sat on the golden chair brought by his men. With a smile on her face, she turned to look at Du Yanfei beside her and said, "Deputy Palace Master Du, this He Rou girl was taken in by your disciple. She has violated the palace rules. How do you think we should deal with her?"