I don't know when he started to hate this Shi Xianhua so much. She is no longer as kind as when she first entered Tianfeng Academy. Under the pursuit of those male disciples and the flattery of female disciples every day,
She has become arrogant and arrogant. If you ask why he still maintains the reputation of the 'golden boy' with her, it is just that the past has become people's mantra and cannot be changed for a while. He is too lazy to explain...
"You...you, you are so cruel, have you forgotten that we played the harp together, practiced collecting medicine together, traveled through mountains and rivers together, hunted..." Shi Xianhua burst into tears and began to talk to Mo Zishang.
to recall.
Her starry eyes, coupled with her handsome facial features and hibiscus-like face, made me feel particularly pity for him.
But Mo Zishang still had no expression at all. Instead, there was a layer of disgust in his cold eyes. You don't need to guess why she angered Long Ming. It was just to anger Murong Feixue, or maybe she was angry with Long Ming.
Do you have any unreasonable thoughts? In recent days, countless female disciples have been beaten because they behaved too intimately towards Long Ming.
Facing Mo Zishang's cold eyes, Shi Xianhua knew that there was no point in saying more.
She stood up leisurely, with a burning anger in her eyes, glaring at Mo Zishang viciously.
"You will pay for what you did today! Humph!" Shi Xianhua threatened angrily.
After saying that, he stamped his feet, turned around, and walked away angrily. Only Mo Zishang was left on the spot. His robe was fluttering in the wind. Against the backdrop of his slender body, he stood alone. It seemed like a sculpture that would never move.
.frozen in front of a large patch of tall grass.
Soon after seeing Shi Xianhua leave, Mo Zishang suddenly let out a long sigh.
His eyes were full of words to himself: "Junior Sister Feixue, I hope you won't be as reckless as Long Ming and walk out of the mountain gate without authorization..."
After saying that, he also walked away. It seemed that he had given up any hope of finding Junior Sister Murong Feixue.
"Haha, I didn't expect that Senior Brother Mo Zishang really cares about Junior Sister like you!" Long Ming said with a hint of jealousy, his deep voice suddenly breaking the silence.
"I don't think so. He is an upright person and cares about many people. It is his habit to urge them to strictly abide by the rules and regulations! It is not like some people who clearly identify themselves as the Crown Prince but pretend to be some deviant and dandy.
You cause trouble wherever you go..." Murong Feixue narrowed her eyes slightly and said half jokingly and half seriously.
Although what Long Ming said was not perfect, the familiar teasing in his tone made it sound a bit cordial. Not only did it not make Long Ming unhappy in the slightest, but the corner of his lips curled up.
His brows were raised high, and he smiled evilly. That cynical smile was like a king standing above all people, making people look up to and worship him. He was indescribably graceful.
One was staring so quietly, the other was smiling so softly and evilly, the time was leisurely, and the picture was quiet.
The fragrance of green grass came from the grass that was slightly blown by the wind. On the half-white moonlight night, it was as pleasant as a pair of gentle hands, blowing just right on the cheeks of Murong Feixue and Long Ming.
Before they even got up, they saw dots of fireflies, like naughty elves traveling together. They flew over their heads in groups. They were bright green and very cute. I don’t know when he started.
She has become so disgusted with this Shi Xianhua. She is no longer as kind as when she first entered Tianfeng Academy. Under the pursuit of those male disciples and the flattery of female disciples every day, she has become arrogant and arrogant.
Asking why he still maintains the reputation of the 'golden boy' with her, it is just the past that has become people's mantra, and it cannot be changed for a while. He is too lazy to explain...
"You...you, you are so cruel, have you forgotten that we played the harp together, practiced collecting medicine together, traveled through mountains and rivers together, hunted..." Shi Xianhua burst into tears and began to talk to Mo Zishang.
to recall.
Her starry eyes, coupled with her handsome facial features and hibiscus-like face, made me feel particularly pity for him.
But Mo Zishang still had no expression at all. Instead, there was a layer of disgust in his cold eyes. You don't need to guess why she angered Long Ming. It was just to anger Murong Feixue, or maybe she was angry with Long Ming.
Do you have any unreasonable thoughts? In recent days, countless female disciples have been beaten because they behaved too intimately towards Long Ming.
Facing Mo Zishang's cold eyes, Shi Xianhua knew that there was no point in saying more.
She stood up leisurely, with a burning anger in her eyes, glaring at Mo Zishang viciously.
"You will pay for what you did today! Humph!" Shi Xianhua threatened angrily.
After saying that, he stamped his feet, turned around, and walked away angrily. Only Mo Zishang was left on the spot. His robe was fluttering in the wind. Against the backdrop of his slender body, he stood alone. It seemed like a sculpture that would never move.
.frozen in front of a large patch of tall grass.
Soon after seeing Shi Xianhua leave, Mo Zishang suddenly let out a long sigh.
His eyes were full of words to himself: "Junior Sister Feixue, I hope you won't be as reckless as Long Ming and walk out of the mountain gate without authorization..."
After saying that, he also walked away. It seemed that he had given up any hope of finding Junior Sister Murong Feixue.
"Haha, I didn't expect that Senior Brother Mo Zishang really cares about Junior Sister like you!" Long Ming said with a hint of jealousy, his deep voice suddenly breaking the silence.
"I don't think so. He is an upright person and cares about many people. It is his habit to urge them to strictly abide by the rules and regulations! It is not like some people who clearly identify themselves as the Crown Prince but pretend to be some deviant and dandy.
You cause trouble wherever you go..." Murong Feixue narrowed her eyes slightly and said half jokingly and half seriously.
Although what Long Ming said was not perfect, the familiar teasing in his tone made it sound a bit cordial. Not only did it not make Long Ming unhappy in the slightest, but the corner of his lips curled up.
His brows were raised high, and he smiled evilly. That cynical smile was like a king standing above all people, making people look up to and worship him. He was indescribably graceful.
One was staring so quietly, the other was smiling so softly and evilly, the time was leisurely, and the picture was quiet.
The fragrance of green grass came from the grass that was slightly blown by the wind. On the half-white moonlight night, it was as pleasant as a pair of gentle hands, blowing just right on the cheeks of Murong Feixue and Long Ming.
Before they even got up, they saw dots of fireflies, like naughty elves traveling together, flying over their heads in groups. They were bright green and very cute.
