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's brows furrowed deeply, and he quickly thought about the identity of the speaker. If he was called senior brother, he would naturally be a junior sister from the following years, or a new student. But let alone a new student, even this
Which of the talented girls in the following years has this kind of ability? No clues about how to transmit sounds into secrets were discovered by me.
Mo Zishang was shocked in his heart. Without thinking much, he confessed to Liang Yali. Then his body flashed and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Of course, Mo Zishang didn't really disappear, but he was too fast.
Others simply can't catch his shadow.
Only Liang Yali and a few powerful teachers could see his movements clearly.
However, Liang Yali naturally didn't ask too much. Mo Zishang was a disciple of the inner courtyard, and all his actions were uncontrolled. His status was as high as that of ordinary teachers in the outer courtyard. Even she, the master of the palace, relied on her relationship with him.
Because of our friendship, we asked him to come out and play a song.
There was not a single ghost under the third tree. But 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 coming from behind him.
Mo Zishang was horrified. In more than ten years of practice, he had never encountered such a thing. His fighting instinct made him draw his sword immediately, and then turned around to 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's heart moved at will, and she immediately retreated. She stood one meter away from Mo Zishang's sword without any harm...
After Mo Zishang saw clearly that it was Murong Feixue, he was still frightened. If she hadn't been quick to react and experienced hundreds of battles, and her cultivation was far better than ordinary people, this hasty sword might have killed her.
"Senior brother, what a great swordsmanship!" Murong Feixue pursed the corners of his mouth slightly, drawing a graceful arc, and stood elegantly.
Mo Zishang's clear eyes stared at Murong Feixue full of doubts. There are really not many people who can surpass Murong Feixue in this new life.
"You're not bad either." Mo Zishang replied coldly, "If you need anything, come to me."
Mo Zishang's voice was gentle and magnetic. Hearing it in your ears was like a beating in your heart. If those female disciples had heard it, they would have roared like crazy again. But Murong Feixue didn't react much to all this.
She had seen many handsome men, but she always looked down upon them.
"Please do me a favor, Senior Brother..." Murong Feixue directly stated his intention, "He will accompany me later."
The taciturn Mo Zishang looked at Murong Feixue quietly for a long time. He knew that she was the champion of the Eighteen Peng Lingtai. However, there was no arrogance in her eyes, and she was as calm as water. There was no look in her eyes when she looked at him.
Admiration, no trouble, just a casual acquaintance, asking him to help accompany me. It seems that I am just an ordinary man, no different from ordinary people. This special look, for some reason, makes me feel relaxed and at ease.
"Okay." Mo Zishang agreed to the request of a junior sister whom he met by chance.
