When Murong Feixue confirmed all this, an unknown anger arose in her heart, as if the anger that had been suppressed last night was burning again, or a new inexplicable flame was stirred up.
Murong Feixue herself couldn't explain why she was so angry. Was it because she hated Fenglian?
But I have nothing to do with her, so how could I dislike her? At most, I just don’t like her.
Then why did I feel so silently angry when I saw Fu Xi and Feng Lian making music?
"If this guy doesn't stay well and let Fenglian gain momentum, then I'll be the one to embarrass him? Hmph, brat, I won't let you get what you want!"
Making an excuse at random, Murong Feixue's eyes rolled quickly, and then she locked onto Mo Zishang.
"Hmph, you actually dare to compose music with Feng Lian. Well, I'll just find a handsome guy to play the piano for me. I don't believe I can't beat you!" Murong Feixue snorted coldly in her heart and looked at Mo Zishang, her mental energy bound together.
Tuan, a word rang in Mo Zishang's ears.
"Senior brother, can you help me?"
Mo Zishang, who had been drinking tea with his head down, was startled and turned around to look, but found nothing.
Liang Yali looked at Mo Zishang who was losing his temper strangely and asked, "What's wrong?"
Mo Zishang shook his head in confusion. At this time, the voice rang again: "Senior brother, there is no need to look for it. How about you wait for me under the third tree outside?"
Mo Zishang frowned deeply and thought quickly about the identity of the speaker.
If you call him senior brother, he will naturally be the junior sister from the next few years, or the new student.
But speaking of the new students, even among the talented girls from the next few years, which one has such ability? Even if there is no clue to the secret transmission, no clues have been discovered by me.
Mo Zishang was shocked in his heart. Without thinking much, he confessed to Liang Yali and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Of course, Mo Zishang did not really disappear, but he was too fast and others could not catch his shadow.
Only Liang Yali and a few powerful teachers could see his movements clearly.
But Liang Yali naturally didn't ask any more questions. Mo Zishang was a disciple of the inner courtyard, and his actions were not controlled. His status was as high as that of ordinary teachers in the outer courtyard. Even she, the master of the palace, could only rely on her relationship with him.
Because of our friendship, we asked him to come out and play a song.
Under the third tree, there was not a single ghost.
However, Mo Zishang was not in a hurry and just stood there quietly.
Suddenly, a faint shadow appeared behind Mo Zishang, and Mo Zishang didn't notice it at all. It wasn't until Murong Feixue's figure appeared silently that he suddenly felt a breath behind him.
Mo Zishang was very proud. In the more than ten years of practice, he had never encountered such a thing. His fighting instinct made him draw his sword immediately, then turn around and strike.
White light flashed suddenly in the dark forest, and a slender sword was surrounded by white light and slashed from in front of Mo Zishang to the person behind him. Then, when it was still 0.01 centimeters away from Murong Feixue's neck,
Ge Ran stopped.
Murong Feixue, who was originally full of joy, was so frightened that seven souls were lost and six souls were lost. A strand of hair fell silently, which was cut off by Mo Zi's Sword Qi.
After Mo Zishang saw Murong Feixue clearly, he was also shocked.
If he hadn't experienced hundreds of battles and his cultivation was far better than ordinary people, this hasty sword attack would never have been able to stop.