Dongfang tried hard to look fierce.

But that handsome face was extremely charming. No matter how hard Dongfang tried, even his face turned rosy, he could not become fierce.

On the contrary, his swollen face, round eyes, and pretending to be ferocious showed a cuteness that was intoxicating.

Especially the ubiquitous charming fragrance and the charming charm all over the body make people unable to take their eyes away.

I even want people to poke their bulging, soft cheeks with their fingers.

Seeing Dongfang like this, Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, and Duan Lang were all stunned.

His eyes fell directly on Dongfang's face, as if he was lost in thought.

"Hmph! Have you seen enough?"

Dongfang snorted coldly, feeling a little speechless.

I am becoming more and more perfect, and even the cruel people feel beautiful.

If this continues, it’s hard to say what the future will look like.

Hearing Dongfang's cold snort, Bu Jingyun looked startled, turned his head subconsciously, and said to himself: "Damn it... I love Kong Ci!"

Duanlang quickly lowered his head, as if he had done something wrong, and said silently in his heart: "She is my master, no matter how beautiful she is, she is still my master... hmm? No one said that you can't marry your master, right?"

Thinking of this, Duanlang's heartbeat inexplicably accelerated.

If you have such a beautiful master lying in your arms, the feeling... seems very exciting.

Instead, Nie Feng smiled softly, and there was no embarrassment on his face. He just looked at Dongfang with a hint of fondness in his eyes.

Beautiful things are always unforgettable.

Especially Dongfang, who shows cuteness even to the murderer, makes people feel no disgust at all.

Nie Feng cupped his hands and said, "Girl from the East, Prince Xia's palace is far away in Luoyang. It's thousands of miles back and forth. I'm afraid it will take a month to go there!"

"It's okay, I'll wait for you, don't be lazy!"

Dongfang waved his hand, if he wanted to recast Mingfeng, it would naturally have to be perfect, at least not weaker than the peerless sword.

"In that case, Senior Brother Yun and I will take our leave first. Take care of yourself, Miss Dongfang, and take care of Duan Lang!"

Before Nie Feng finished speaking, Bu Jingyun turned around and left with a solemn expression.

"What I love is Kong Ci... What I love is... why is this hateful shadow always in my mind!"

Bu Jingyun's face became more solemn, his steps became faster and faster, and he left this place as if he was running away.

He always felt that being in contact with the East for a period of time would make him forget Kong Ci.

"Nie Feng, take care!"

Duanlang surrendered, and although he would suffer a lot in the world, Nie Feng was the only person who treated him well.

It's not that he is ungrateful, it's just that he has always been in a low position and not taken seriously.

Now that the master he worshiped has passed down his unique skills, his confidence has improved a lot, and his status with Nie Feng has been corrected.

Dongfang waved his hand angrily, ignored Nie Feng, and instead glanced at Duanlang.

At this time, Duan Lang was still unaffected by the Fire Scale Sword. He still maintained a kind attitude and a chivalrous heart.

"This is not possible, I want you to become the big devil who brings trouble to the world!"

Dongfang subconsciously thought about how to train Duanlang.

At this time, Duanlang had been enslaved by Xiongba for twelve years, and his spirit and confidence had been severely damaged.

All he wanted was to be reused and valued by the big shots.

"It takes domineering and murderous energy to bring trouble to the world!"

Subconsciously, Dongfang looked at Duanlang's head, and saw the phantom of a dragon. Although it had long fangs and claws, it lacked too many things.

"Hey... my five extraordinary senses are evolving again? Can I actually feel the fate of others?"

"Or do you mean you can only sense people who are close to you?"

Thinking of Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng's non-responsive state, Dongfang had some guesses in his heart.

His five senses at this moment should only be able to feel the destiny that has been inspired by him.

After all, the fate inspired by him can be regarded as having his aura.

Looking up at the sun, Dongfang said: "Duanlang, master is hungry, please get something delicious quickly!"

"Okay, Master!"

Duanlang subconsciously bowed and turned around to leave.

"etc!"

Dongfang spoke quickly, looked at Duanlang solemnly, and said: "I am your master, not your master. You must have your own thoughts!"

"I don't care what you have experienced in the past? But my Dongfang disciples must be upright men!"

"You have to remember that you are a person, a man, a man who stands upright and does not need to bow down because of others!"

"It's the same even when facing the master. You have to be like a high mountain. You are not allowed to bend down for anyone. Even if you respect the master, just keep it in your heart!"

Hearing Dongfang's words, Duanlang was shocked and looked at Dongfang blankly. He didn't know whether he was moved or shocked. His lips trembled for a moment, but he didn't say a word.

On the contrary, the slightly arched body is straightening up little by little.

He regained his confidence bit by bit, nodded solemnly to Dongfang, and walked outside.

Dongfang could clearly feel that the dragon above Duanlang's head became more energetic.

"It works! Looks like I have to train my disciples!"

Dongfang chuckled, thinking of some encouraging words in his mind that would build confidence and faith in others.

"Your faith can only be in me!"

Dongfang sat in the pavilion in the yard and waited silently.

When Duan Lang walked out of the other courtyard, his pupils instantly turned red.

How many years!

Who in the world has ever said such a thing to him?

Every day when I open my eyes, I am working, toiling, and interacting with others.

If his father hadn't told him before he died: he must restore the glory of the family.

Maybe he has already become decadent.

"Master... you are the second... no! The first person to be kind to me, the first person to teach me my magical skills!"

Duan Lang rubbed his eyes. When he raised his head, his eyes were calm. He stepped lightly and the person flew out.

And just when Duanlang went out to buy food.

The world will meet.

Xiongba's somewhat embarrassed figure fell silently into the secret room on the first floor of the world.

"call……"

After sitting down safely, Xiongba exhaled a long breath, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth again, with a hint of fear in his pupils.

"Fortunately, she is a little girl who has no experience in the world, otherwise I'm afraid..."

Thinking of the skill called the Eastern Girl, Xiong Ba's heart felt heavy. Although his three-point returning vitality was not completely unified, it was already considered to be the top secret skill in the world.

He was slapped by a seventeen or eighteen year old girl and was seriously injured.

If he hadn't left in time, he would have been exposed in an embarrassing state in front of Duan Lang and Fengyun, which would have been a huge loss of face.

This is the only setback he has suffered since he got the two of them.

"It seems that I have to find the Clay Bodhisattva to criticize me for the rest of my life!"

Xiongba murmured, packed up his clothes, adjusted his breathing slightly, and walked out of the first floor of the world.

"Hey... Gang leader, when will you come back..."

Before Wen Chou Chou finished speaking, he saw Xiong Ba's domineering and fierce eyes and all his words, which frightened him to his stomach.

"Wen Chou Chou, tell us to go down and look for the clay Bodhisattva from back then!"

"As soon as there is news, report it immediately!"

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