Ling Xiande's face suddenly became bitter, and he said anxiously: "But Elder Xiling, this Cloud Dew Lotus is three hundred years old, it is worth a lot, and it is very rare..."
"You bullied and deceived my beloved disciple first. Even if I need Yunlulian very much, even if the Yunlulian you brought today is a thousand-year-old Yunlulian, don't even think that you can get the Foundation Building Pill from me!"
Xiling Muxue's voice was stern and she rejected Ling Xiande sternly, saying: "Elder Ling, please go back and leave slowly."
Ling Xiande's face was ashen, he had hit a hard nail here in Xiling Muxue, his face was gray and his face was very ugly.
However, even so, Ling Xiande couldn't bear the thought of his nephew Ling Weiyang's disappointed face in his mind.
"Elder Xiling, what happened to Little Brother Luo is indeed something I did improperly. I'm sorry for your disciple. You have a lot, so please give my nephew a Foundation Establishment Pill!" Ling Xiande said shamelessly.
He refused to leave, and even bent his knees to kneel down to Xiling Muxue.
Xiling Muxue's eyes turned cold, and she secretly made a move in her hand, hitting Ling Xiande's knees, making her knees stiff and unable to kneel down anymore.
"Elder Ling, please don't hurt me. We are all elders of the same level. If you knelt down to me, how would that be?" Xiling Muxue sneered and said, "Your nephew Ling Weiyang took the Foundation Building Pill to build the foundation.
Failure is his karmic retribution. If you take something from others, don't expect any good consequences."
After saying that, she stopped looking at Ling Xiande and turned back to her stone house.
As for Ling Luo, she had been obediently supporting her master, and together they returned to the stone house in the middle of the herb field.
Ling Xiande stood in the middle of the herb field, his knees too stiff to take a step forward. He was bathed in the strong sun, sweating profusely and suffering terribly.
Finally, half an hour later, the spell on his knees was finally lifted, and Ling Xiande was free. He took a deep breath, almost rolled and crawled, and left the herb field.
Ling Luo stood by the window of the stone house, with a pleasant smile on his lips, turned his head and said: "Master, that old dog Ling Xiande is gone."
Xiling Muxue sneered and said, "If we don't let him suffer more, he won't even know how serious a mistake he has made."
Dare to bully her beloved disciple?
It’s simply courting death!
Ling Luo's heart warmed, and she walked to Xiling Muxue's side and said, "With master protecting me, my disciple will not be bullied."
The cold look on Xiling Muxue's face immediately disappeared, her eyes warmed up, and the corners of her lips raised an invisible arc. She stretched out a plain white hand and gently stroked Ling Luo's fur.
The little head, Tao;
"Xiaoluo, I have no children. Although you are my disciple in name, you are actually no different from my biological daughter. As a mother, how can I let those robbers bully my daughter?
"
Ling Luo's heart suddenly felt deeply moved.
"Master..." Her voice was choked.
Even when she was reborn in the human world, she had never enjoyed such a warm feeling of being cared for by her mother.
Ling Luo stretched out her hands, took the initiative to hug Xiling Muxue, buried her head in her arms, and rubbed her gently.
"Good boy~" Xiling Muxue hugged Ling Luo with her backhand and said, "I once heard you mention that Wu Boxukong came to heaven not only to avenge Chu Ye and Ling Ying, but also to seek revenge on his husband.