"I'm sorry. We kneel down in heaven and on the ground. Lords and masters in heaven and earth can kneel down, but you, who confuse right and wrong and don't distinguish between good and evil, are not worthy of letting us kneel down!" Murong Feixue's words were word for word.
One sentence came out of his mouth.
Every time she said a word, the mouths of everyone around her opened a little wider. By the end of the sentence, the mouths of Ning Qingqing, Fenglian and others had opened into an O shape, and their sluggish expressions were so silly.
Su Qinghe, on the other hand, gradually became so angry that his whole body trembled.
He never thought that he would be so despised by a new student.
Murong Feixue's words were very clear and heavy, so heavy that they made Su Qinghe feel murderous.
The two big hats of confusing right and wrong and not distinguishing between good and evil drove Su Qinghe crazy.
"Presumptuous!" Su Qinghe's power was at full power. A thick cyan light appeared all over his body, making him appear very powerful. At the same time, it also doubled the pressure on the people he faced.
Faced with such ethereal things as murderous aura and power, Murong Feixue's soul was not afraid at all. Instead, she looked at Su Qinghe with a playful look.
Su Qinghe couldn't stand this kind of look. He couldn't figure it out. The Murong Feixue in front of him was just a super newcomer who couldn't be newer. Why on earth could she look at her with such contempt and teasing eyes?
She is chasing herself? What does she rely on?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Su Qinghe was full of energy. Although he was targeting Murong Feixue and Xin Yue and Xiang Niang behind her, because of Murong Feixue's presence, neither Xin Yue nor Xin Yue felt much pressure.
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On the contrary, Feng Lian and others who were watching around felt a huge pressure. Although it was not mainly directed at them, they felt a lot of pressure, and they all had the urge to kneel down.
Like Murong Feixue, there was no feeling at all. It was probably Fu Xi who was grilling meat in the corner.
He seemed very low-key now, not taking any action or showing any intention of being intimidated.
He was wondering in his heart, what was going on with Murong Feixue? She was obviously still the same female demon cat, but why was she so innocent on weekdays?
Is she pretending? Then her acting skills must be too good.
Or maybe she has a dual personality?
Just as this idea arose, something unexpected happened again.
Su Qinghe made no secret of his murderous intention. With his strength in the Xuanjing Qingdan, it would be easy to kill a new student like Murong Feixue.
But at this time, a white figure appeared silently under the woods not far from everyone. He sat cross-legged with an antique xylophone on his legs.
Pressing the piano with both hands, the man in white said calmly: "Senior Brother Su, you are so presumptuous!"
Su Qinghe felt as if he had been struck by lightning. The green light on his body disappeared in the blink of an eye. He turned to look at the man in white, cold sweat falling like rain.
As the saying goes, things turn around, and that's what it is like today.
A moment ago, Su Qinghe was so arrogant about what he wanted to do to Murong Feixue and the others, but now the man in white only said one sentence, but it was so frightening that he was sweating profusely and was speechless at all.
"J-Junior Brother Mo, I, I was joking with the freshmen." Su Qinghe was sweating profusely and his mind was racing, but in the end, he still only came up with such a lame excuse to respond to the situation.
The person who came was none other than Mo Zishang. Mo Zishang was a disciple of the inner courtyard. Although Su Qinghe was his senior brother and was more than twenty years older than Mo Zishang, how could he, a senior brother of the Qing 1st level of Xuanjing, dare to stand against Mo Zishang, who was in the 7th level of Bai Bai?