"Sister Xiyao is so anxious, where are you going?"

Seeing Murong Xiyao with a hurry, Yang Zhilan's delicate and beautiful cheeks appeared again, which made people feel that this woman was very close at first glance.

"Junior Sister Zhilan, have you seen a man coming to Yaochi just now? He is looking for me."

Murong Xiyao asked anxiously.

The woman named Yang Zhilan in front of her was like Moli, who were orphans she took in the mortal world back then.

Because of the war, the family members died under the butcher's knife. Seeing that they were pitiful and had good talent, Murong Xiyao took them in as fairy children and carefully taught them to become immortals.

Later, the fairy child order was simply lifted and they were allowed to enter the Yaochi to practice.

After entering Yaochi, Yang Zhilan and Moli both showed extremely high talent and became disciples that the sect focused on training.

However, the relationship between the three became subtle. Moli has always been loyal to Murong Xiyao and regards her as her sister. Yang Zhilan has become much distant, especially Murong Xiyao is not behind and has almost rarely interacted with each other.

When Murong Xiyao was in trouble, she couldn't help but watch coldly.

Moli has a lot of complaints about this, but Murong Xiyao didn't care. People always change. Everyone has their own choice of path, so just look open.

Yang Zhilan frowned and thought for a moment, then smiled slightly: "He is Qin Yang, right? She looks a little handsome, but she doesn't feel worthy of you."

When Murong Xiyao heard that Qin Yang had indeed been here, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little sweet inexplicably. The other party could come here, which meant that he still cared about her very much, but then he became worried: "What about others?"

"Let's go." Yang Zhilan raised her shoulders.

"Leave?" Murong Xiyao was stunned and asked, "Where has he been?"

Yang Zhilan did not answer, but looked at her delicate fingers as tender as onions, with a slight curve hanging on the corner of her lips, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "Sister Xiyao, I just broke through the sixth-grade earth immortal not long ago, and was selected as a candidate for the saint by my master, and became a preparatory disciple of the Ninth Heaven."

"Is that true?" Murong Xiyao was stunned for a moment, with a happy smile on her face: "Zhilan, I knew that with your talent, I would definitely reach the Ninth Heaven."

Although Yang Zhilan has a very distant relationship with her, she has raised her and raised her with her hands. She is naturally happy for her to achieve such a success.

"Sister Xiyao, do you know what this means?"

Yang Zhilan suddenly asked.

Murong Xiyao was stunned and didn't quite understand what the other party was asking.

"Meaning..." Yang Zhilan leaned into her ear and whispered, "One between you and me is on the ground and the other is on the sky."

Yang Zhilan had a meaningful and weird smile on her face, as if she was mocking her, and as if she was pitying the other person.

Murong Xiyao moved her lips, but said nothing, but a look of loneliness flashed across her eyes.

Yang Zhilan reached out and lifted Murong Xiyao's chin, stared at the dim eyes of the other party, and said lightly: "Sister Xiyao, there are rules in the fairy world. What is your identity now? What is my identity now? Have you forgotten?"

"I……"

"Do you think you should despise me unscrupulously? You even treat me as your fairy child and ask me to kneel down to you?"

"Junior Sister Zhilan, I think you misunderstood."

"Misunderstanding?" Yang Zhilan sneered and said lightly, "A disciple at the bottom of the class, when he saw the future saint, not only did he not show the awe of his rightfulness, but instead ignored the rules and asked directly where others were going. You should take yourself too seriously."

Murong Xiyao's pretty face changed and she subconsciously clenched her pink fists.

After a few seconds, she took a deep breath and said with an apology: "I'm sorry, Master Zhilan... Uncle, I know you're wrong."

"Forget it, you are the former saint after all. You still have to give this little face, so I won't punish you." Yang Zhilan patted the other party's cheek and said with a smile.

After saying that, she took out a silk handkerchief and wiped her hands, as if she thought the other person's body was a little dirty.

Murong Xiyao lowered her head slightly and asked softly: "Uncle Zhilan, can you tell your disciple where Qin Yang is going?"

Bang...

The silk handkerchief in Yang Zhilan's hand fell to the ground.

"Qin Yang, of course I can tell you where he went. He is..."

Yang Zhilan's pink lips were slightly raised. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly lowered her head and pretended to be surprised, "Oh, I went out just now, why didn't I find my shoes dirty? I wonder if Sister Xiyao can condescend to wipe it for me."

As soon as these words were said, Murong Xiyao's face changed, and even the two female disciples behind the gate changed suddenly.

Although Murong Xiyao's status has plummeted, he was the former saint after all, so it would be a bit too much to be humiliated.

Yang Zhilan stared at Murong Xiyao with a smile on her face, and didn't say anything.

After struggling for a while, after making some weighing, Murong Xiyao finally sighed secretly, squatted down and picked up the silk squid on the ground, and gently wiped Yang Zhilan's shoes.

The two female disciples were reluctant, but they didn't dare to persuade them.

Yang Zhilan still raised her chin slightly, with a faint smile on the corner of her lips, and a little pleasure flashed in her charming eyes.

She used to be just a little fairy child beside Murong Xiyao, with a low status. Even if others are polite to her, they are still for Murong Xiyao's sake, and in fact they look down on her very privately.

In this world where the strong prey on the weak, if you want to get the true respect of others, the higher you climb, the higher you climb, others will fear you and respect you!

At this moment, the saint who was once arrogant was shining her shoes, and this gap made her feel great physical and mental satisfaction.

"Swish--"

At this moment, a powerful murderous intent suddenly rushed out of the door.

Yang Zhilan's pupils shrank, and she subconsciously wanted to pull away, but the other party was too fast. She just took a step back and a "pop" sounded on her white cheek, and a slap was added.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

“…”

Immediately afterwards, three slapped on the left and right cheeks in a row.

"Fuxian Killing!!"

In desperation, Yang Zhilan made a move in her palm, and a green talisman seal appeared from her palm, and then it surged in the storm, causing a huge pressure and bombarded heavily.

Bang!

The two figures separated and flew backwards.

Yang Zhilan touched her swollen and spicy cheeks, looked up at the girl in black dress opposite her cold-looking face, her face twisted slightly, and she said angrily: "Moli, are you looking for death, are you?"

At this moment, Moli's pretty face was as frost, and black fog appeared in her originally clear eyes.

Behind her, a black lotus phantom swayed gently, exuding a ferocious aura of death and ruthlessness. The people present couldn't help but shivered.

"Moli!"

Seeing the girl like this, Murong Xiyao was shocked and shouted hurriedly.

Moli's delicate body shook, the black mist in her eyes gradually dissipated, and the black lotus behind her disappeared, returning to her previous cold appearance.

And those clean and untainted eyes were still staring at Yang Zhilan coldly: "She used to be your master!"
Chapter completed!