Lan Mingyou gently closed his eyes to prevent himself from looking at Bo Cixin. This apprentice was not easy to worry about, so it was better to stay out of sight. Lan Mingyou just convinced himself in this way.
"Master, don't be angry. I know that I, Bo Cixin, am not a fool. How could I do something that would cost me my life? Master, drink tea to calm down." Bo Cixin saw Lan Mingyou rising because of his anger.
The feathers on his chest and shoulders were also trembling.
Lan Mingyou just forced himself for a while. After hearing Bo Cixin's words, he found that he still couldn't do it. This was because after Bo Cixin finished speaking, he opened his eyes after a few seconds.
Sure enough, he saw Bo Cixin standing in front of him holding a cup of tea with a smile on his face.
Ever since he drank a cup of tea from Bo Cixin on his first day in the Prime Minister's Mansion when he accepted Bo Cixin as his disciple, he has never drank it again.
Lan Mingyou felt that this was the most uneconomical thing to do.[
"You know what's going on." Lan Ming raised his eyebrows and stretched out his slender hand to take the tea handed over by Bo Cixin. If you don't drink it, it's nothing. Why should you be angry with yourself?
She had a way to go, and Lan Mingyou had a way to stop her from going. He would not allow his only disciple to die in vain.
"Hey, master, my disciple knows you are the best." Bo Cixin said with a smile, a playful smile on his face.
There was a little smile on Bei Mingfeng's lips, and he shook his head helplessly. No one knew what he was thinking.
"Uncle, you want some tea too." Bo Cixin turned around, picked up a cup of tea on the table and handed it to Bei Mingfeng with a smile on his face.
Bei Mingfeng nodded, reached out and touched Bo Cixin's head, took the tea and said, "Okay, Xin'er is so good."
"Master, what day is it today?" Bo Cixin's eyes suddenly moved, he turned his head and asked Lan Mingyou, who had a handsome face, and his green-purple hair was a little arrogant.
Lan Mingyou was carefully tasting the tea served by Bo Ci Xin. He couldn't help but raised his eyes slightly and said, "Today is December 12th, what's wrong?"
"Master, do you still remember the last time we went to Sun and Moon Sword Village?" Bo Ci calculated in his mind. The one-month martial arts competition mentioned by the people of Sun and Moon Sword Village is probably coming soon.
"November 15th." Lan Mingyou said without thinking after taking the last sip of tea.
"Are there three days left? There are three days until the martial arts conference?" Bo Cixin asked the two of them with his fingers gently placed under his small chin.
"Do you still remember this?" Lan Mingyou couldn't help but admire Bo Cixin's memory. He could remember everything clearly. He had been busy looking for her recently, worried that she would go, and completely ignored other things.
He forgot about it until Bo Cixin reminded him.
Bo Cixin's eyes moved, and there was a lot of smiles in the corners of his eyes: "Of course, I have always been thinking about the best sword in the world."
"I think you should stop worrying about it. You can't get it with your ability. Don't think that you are the only one going to the martial arts conference."
Lan Ming's thin lips tilted slightly, and his face was filled with a mocking smile. Such an expression on his handsome face made people lose their self-confidence in an instant.
He, Lan Mingyou, wanted to make Bo Cixin lose her confidence and make her unable to go. It was best not to even think about it, because once Bo Cixin wanted to go, it would be difficult to deal with the fever in her head.