"That's right, aren't we just going out to compete? If our sister Feixue goes out to compete, her results will definitely be much better than hers!"
"Yes, Miss! That Young Master Dongfang definitely doesn't know about the eldest daughter's usual virtues. As long as we tell Young Master Dongfang, he will never look at the eldest daughter again!" Huahua said with confidence, seeming to be interested in Dongfang Yuanhe.
Murong Yilan was very dissatisfied when they were chatting and laughing together, and her heart was full of grudges.
Hearing this, Murong Feixue just raised her thin lips, and there was not much emotion in Mo Che's eyes. He just said to the three people around him: "I will direct the show, no one else needs to intervene. Murong Yilan owes me everything."
Fully considered.”
The clear and concise words were spoken loudly. Although Murong Feixue only smiled jokingly, his look was full of threats and was full of intimidation.
It wasn't until he got closer that Dongfang Yuan saw the teachers and students greeting him at the entrance of Tianfeng Academy. But he didn't expect that it would be so grand that all four hall masters came. Moreover, Dongfang Jin Ye, who didn't like to show off in public in the past, did this for the first time.
He stood at the gate and greeted him like teachers, students and disciples.
Dongfang Yuan's eyes, which were originally slightly surprised, suddenly widened after seeing Murong Feixue! They almost radiated a ray of light.
"Feixue!" Dongfang Yuan shouted knowingly.
While speaking, Murong Yilan had been left behind, and a sword-like light rushed to Murong Feixue. Because the speed was so fast, it also brought up a gust of breeze, which stirred the broken hair on Murong Feixue's forehead.
A sharp contrast formed between them. Everyone's eyes were focused here. No one looked at Murong Yilan anymore.
Murong Yilan was startled at first and opened her eyes wide to look at the person Dongfang Yuanxun had passed. She never thought that it would be Murong Feixue!
Isn't she a famous loser from the Murong family? How come she is now standing in the ranks of disciples in the inner courtyard of Haotian Palace? Moreover, Mo Zishang, who has always been aloof, is actually standing beside Murong Feixue. He seems to be very interested in her.
Friendly and affectionate look. Don't these people know that Murong Feixue is a piece of mud who can't hold up a wall?
Murong Yilan was full of doubts, but there was no expression of disdain on her face. After a moment of surprise, she still managed to put on a stiff smile, and led the brothers behind her to keep up with Dongfang Yuan's pace.
Dongfang Yuan looked at Murong Feixue excitedly. He had not seen him for several days. He did not expect that Murong Feixue had become a disciple of Haotian Palace. She was dressed in a crisp white robe, which further highlighted her fair skin and tender eyes.
As the light rotates, it shines brightly. Although she is a woman, the heroic spirit between her eyebrows is no less than that of a man.
For a moment, Dongfang Yuan was so fascinated that he just stared at him with his starry eyes, forgetting to say anything else.
"Dongfang... Tutor!" Murong Feixue called out.
She has slightly changed the name she used to call Dongfang Yuan. After all, she now knows that Dongfang Yuan is the great mentor of Zhouguang Palace. It would seem inappropriate to call him by his first name again.
With such a shout, Dongfang Yuan finally came back to his senses, with a sarcastic smile on his face.
"Hahaha... Look at me, I was so happy to see my old friend." Dongfang Yuan found a step for himself.
