When Chu Jiaowei saw him, she suddenly smiled happily, ran to him quickly and said: "Brother Yuecheng!"
Li Yuecheng looked at the girl in front of him, frowned slightly, and said, "You...are Myolie's sister?"
"I..." Chu Jiaowei was about to explain, but the voice behind her interrupted her.
"Disciple, come here."
Chu Jiaowei turned her head, pursed her lips, lowered her head, moved a step to block Li Yuecheng, and said: "Master..."
Mo Wuyou gently raised the corners of his lips and said, "Don't worry, I won't hurt him."
Hearing this, Chu Jiaowei, who trusted Mo Wuyou very much, still nodded and said: "Yes." After saying that, she walked behind Mo Wuyou and next to Chu Jiaoli.
She turned her head and glanced at Chu Jiaoli. She didn't know why Chu Jiaoli was here. She heard yesterday that Mo Wuyou had accepted her as his disciple, but she clearly didn't have heterochromatic eyes. According to her previous memories, she
He also has no martial arts talent...
But just thinking about it in a hurry, I don’t know why Mo Wuyou brought Li Yuecheng here. I’m afraid it’s more serious than bad...
"Who...are you?" Li Yuecheng frowned and looked at the man in red sitting on the chair, and said, "What are you going to do with me?"
Mo Wuyou glanced at him and said, "Have you ever heard of the Netherworld Sect?"
Li Yuecheng was already trembling with fear when he heard this name. He swallowed, glanced at the intimidating man again, and suddenly fell to the ground with his legs weak, and said with trembling lips: "Could it be...
...You are...the leader of the Yousheng Cult?!"
Mo Wuyou stared at him coldly and said, "Not bad."
"Ah! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" Li Yuecheng said with a sad face, "I have no enmity with the leader. I beg the leader to spare my life!"
Seeing his timid appearance, Mo Wuyou clenched his fists angrily. This man was indeed not worthy of her love.
He breathed out softly and said with a smile: "Right now, Chu Jiaoxing is here with us. She really wants to see you. She keeps thinking of your name in her dreams. Do you want to see her?"
Hearing this, Chu Jiaowei behind him frowned nervously. Will Li Yuecheng be braver for her?
Unexpectedly, Li Yuecheng shook his head in horror and said: "I...I don't know Chu Jiaoxing!"
"Brother Yuecheng..." Chu Jiaowei frowned and murmured softly, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
Mo Wuyou raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Really? Are you sure you don't know her? Don't you want to take her away?"
Li Yuecheng shook his head harder and said: "I'm just a monk, and I don't know Chu Jiao Xingsu as the leader said! It's up to the leader to kill or behead him, it has nothing to do with me!"
"Alas..." Mo Wuyou sighed softly and said, "That's such a pity."
Chu Jiaowei lowered her head with a lonely expression. She did not expect that Li Yuecheng would be so weak...
"If you don't know Chu Jiaoxing, then I'm sorry, we arrested the wrong person. Why don't we treat you to a show to make amends." Before Li Yuecheng could speak, Mo Wuyou tilted his head slightly and said, "Disciple.
, by the way, let me see if your palm skills have improved."
Chu Jiaowei's voice was a little lower and she replied: "Yes."
After saying that, she walked between the two of them and performed a set of palm techniques.
The wind in the palm carries the energy to the apricot tree, and the apricot blossoms fall, which is so beautiful.
Chu Jiaoli looked at her palm skills in shock, as elegant as dance steps, her graceful figure was flexible and agile, and at the same time powerful, she also exuded an admirable sense of beauty.
She never thought that the big sister who used to look weak and easy to bully could actually hide such great strength.
Li Yuecheng raised his eyes and looked at the girl in purple in front of him, looking a little fascinated. He didn't know that this unruly and willful Miss Chu Er, Chu Jiaoping, could be so beautiful.
It's just such beauty that he only dares to watch from a distance. He can't control a woman who is more powerful than him.
Mo Wuyou stroked the sword on the table next to him, slowly pulled the sword out of its scabbard, and threw it in Chu Jiaowei's direction.
Chu Jiaowei raised her hand to take the sword, held it tightly, and immediately used her sword skills.
The apricot blossom fell on the sharp sword blade and was split into two halves.
Mo Wuyou's fingers gently tapped on the nanmu handrail regularly, as if beating a beat, once, and again...
As the weak sound slowed down, Chu Jiaowei turned her eyes slightly, frowned slightly, and her eyes dimmed.
For the last time, Mo Wuyou put his whole hand on the armrest and closed his eyes.
Chu Jiaowei also came to Li Yuecheng inadvertently. She narrowed her peach blossom eyes, looked up at Li Yuecheng, and stabbed his heart with her sword.
Li Yuecheng, whose heart was pierced, stared in fear, and a line of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, dripping on her hand, dyeing it red.
Seeing this, Mo Wuyou gently raised the corners of his lips and showed a satisfied smile.
Chu Jiaoli's eyes widened and she froze in place. She thought that Mo Wuyou would deal with Li Yuecheng by himself, without him even having to do anything.
When he brought Li Yuecheng back to Yousheng Cult intact, Chu Jiaoli still found it puzzling that such a small person didn't need to go to such great lengths to fight.
But now, she understood that Mo Wuyou was so cruel that he actually asked Chu Jiaowei to kill the one she loved with her own hands!
Chu Jiaowei looked into Li Yuecheng's eyes, her figure suddenly trembled, and her eyes immediately turned red.
When Li Yuecheng fell to the ground helplessly, Chu Jiaowei stood there for a long time, blood dripping on the ground along the sword, and a strong smell of blood spread.
She blankly took out a clean handkerchief from her arms, wiped the blood off the sword, turned around slowly, and walked stiffly in the direction of Mo Wuyou.
When she came to a stop in front of him, she raised her sword with both hands and said, "Master, your sword has been wiped clean by my apprentice."
Mo Wuyou narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, stood up and walked to her, raised his finger, picked up a drop of crystal tears on her cheek, and said, "What is this?"
Chu Jiaowei pursed her lips and lowered her head without answering.
Mo Wuyou said in a low voice: "Only one person can shed tears in front of me, but that person is not you, not before, and not in the future. What I hate most is tears. Only trash needs this kind of thing.
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Hearing this, Chu Jiaowei's expression immediately became nervous and she said: "My disciple is not a waste. Please master give me another chance. I will definitely become stronger in the future."
Mo Wuyou snorted coldly and said, "I don't want to see this kind of thing again."
Chu Jiaowei lowered her head and responded: "Yes."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Wuyou rolled his sleeves and turned around, saying, "Good disciple, you are now as obedient as before. I will reward you as a teacher. From today on, you will be renamed Mo Wei."
Hearing this, Chu Jiaowei was stunned for a moment, looked up at him and said: "Mo...wei, do you take your master's surname?"