Chapter 1966 The dragon has reverse scales, touching them will kill you
Mo Xie smiled bitterly and lay on the chair with his eyes closed and fell asleep.
He said: "Here she comes."
"who?"
Xia Feng's eyes flashed, "Ye Qingge?"
Mo Xie pursed his lips and said nothing, the answer was obvious.
Xia Feng waved his hands quickly, "Why is she here? This is not the position I revealed. Is it possible that I can sell you as a brother?"
"I know it's not you." Mo Xie opened his eyes, "I have to leave in a few days, and I won't have time to make wine by then."
"I think you should change your name to Mo Ersi from now on." Xia Feng was helpless.
Mo Xie smiled and stopped talking.
He looked at the brewed heart-broken wine and was very satisfied. He then reminded Xia Feng, "Remember, you must give it to her after she gives birth to the child. Otherwise, with the way she drinks it, even if the child survives by chance and is born,
I'm afraid I'll be an alcoholic in the future."
"Don't you curse people?" Xia Feng shrugged.
"I call this just in case." Mo Xie said solemnly: "Pregnancy is no joke. You have to watch her carefully and go to Shadow Pavilion more often if you have nothing to do."
"It's not my wife, nor your wife, why are you walking around?" Xia Feng said arrogantly.
Mo Xie's eyes darkened.
Xia Feng noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere, and put on a smile like a blooming chrysanthemum on his face, "Brother, I was wrong, I will definitely treat her as my wife, and treat that child as my own bones, and take good care of her. I will never
If anything goes wrong, just feel free to go."
"Don't worry, go ahead." Mo Xie immediately stabbed back.
The two looked at each other and smiled silently.
Mo Xie stood at the door of the tavern and looked at the blue sky. The light shone on his mask, and his cheeks could no longer feel the warmth and caress of the sun.
No, he has no cheek flesh anymore. To be precise, this mask is his face.
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The bright moon hangs in the sky, the night is dark and the breeze is cool.
After Qing Ge became the tutor of Xi Xuan Palace, she became even busier. In addition to facing Xu Wei and others' frequent troubles, she also had to teach many Xi Xuan Palace disciples.
Needless to say, the cultivators from the lower continents are quite convinced by her, but the disciples from the middle plane, who were once geniuses in various places, how can they become Qingge's disciples?
Training ground.
Qingge practiced cross-leggedly, but all the disciples of Xixuan Palace were particularly lazy. They even tried to leave the training ground and went on strike to protest.
Qingge opened her eyes and looked at them coldly.
Xu Wei, Tan Ruhua and others were laughing.
Although Tan Ruhua is not from the Shadow Pavilion, because of Xu Wei's relationship, the Shadow Pavilion disciples can see her jumping around almost every day.
"It's really ridiculous to want to become a tutor in the first palace. How can those disciples from the middle plane obey her?" Tan Ruhua said.
Xu Wei crossed her arms over her chest and glanced at the training ground of Xixuan Palace while practicing. There was no concealment of the sarcasm on her eyebrows.
"The First Palace Tutor is not that good. She is less than twenty years old, a woman, and pregnant. No one will believe her." Xu Wei said.
"If you ask me, it's not bad for you to be that mentor. You are a third-grade true essence, and you are also the only person recognized by the royal family who can compete with Cai Lingfeng for the Suzaku Spirit. That Ye Qingge is nothing, except for a Phoenix Feather Medal.
What is there to be proud of?”
Tan Ruhua rolled her eyelids, feeling particularly disdainful, "That's all. She doesn't have true energy yet. She can play tricks in the Great Spiritual Master rank for a few days. We'll see how she breaks through to the Seven-Star Spiritual Master in a while. We'll just wait.
Well, let’s see her hit her head and get bloody. This is the result of not being self-aware.”
On the other side, many disciples from the middle planes of the Xixuan Palace training field were clamoring to leave.
Some cultivators from lower planes tried to persuade them nicely, "Now is the time to practice. You are not allowed to move around without the instructor's permission. Don't be too willful."
Those groups of disciples from the middle plane were all arrogant, with hateful faces, and blazing anger hidden in their eyes.
If they were not in the Shadow Pavilion, their anger would probably burn Qingge to ashes.
They took the trouble to come to Shadow Pavilion just to get ahead. A good mentor will determine their future.
But no matter how bad the five instructors of the Shadow Pavilion are, they should not be like Ye Qingge, a woman from a lower-class continent and a cultivator without true energy.
Later, when I left the Shadow Pavilion, I was asked who my mentor was and what I wanted them to say.
Could it be that she is a woman from a lower plane?
I'm afraid it's a big joke in the world.
One of the men in green clothes came out. The man looked to be in his twenties and had a strong body.
He stared at the many cultivators from the lower continent, gritting his teeth and hating him to the bone. When his Adam's apple rolled, words popped out from the depths of his throat, mixed with strong anger, "You beasts from the lower continent,
Why don't you die? If you occupy our quota and drag down our identity, how can you have the face to come to the Heaven of Gods and the Shadow Pavilion? If I were you, I would crash to death in front of this Mount Tai Monument."
After arriving in the Heavenly Realm of the Gods, the people in the lower planes all had a sense of inferiority complex, and no one dared to have a head-on conflict with the men in the middle planes in front of them.
Therefore, it is common for people to be bullied in Shadow Pavilion on weekdays.
Qingge turned her eyes to look at the man in green, who hated her so much.
What he hates is the class system and cruel and chaotic wars in this plane, but he does not have the ability to change it, so he slowly transfers this resentment and anger to the cultivators of lower planes in a subtle way.
Bullying them gives him a sense of satisfaction.
In this way, he regained his confidence.
Qingge let out a long breath, stood up and walked towards the man in green.
One of the cultivators from the lower plane replied unwillingly, "Ye Qingcheng came out of the Four-Star Continent, Ye Jingfeng came out, and now Ye Qingge comes out, what's wrong with the lower continent, the lower continent doesn't
Are you human? If we are beasts, why do you still live under the same roof with beasts? Then what are you, companions of beasts?"
The man in green clothes exploded in anger, and he saw the man in green clothes striding towards the cultivator, lifted the cultivator high, and then threw him to the ground so hard that his head hit the ground.
This fall will definitely cause a bloody head and may even leave many sequelae.
Liu Yan'er, who had been watching, quickly took action, rolled over on the spot, and hugged the cultivator's head, thus avoiding the vicious blow.
The man in green glared at Liu Yan'er angrily, "Liu Yan'er, you are a middle-level person, now look what you have become? What Ji Ruxue said is true, you have become a lackey of a beast, are you ashamed?
Do you know that you have brought shame on the Holy Dragon Continent?"
The man in Tsing Yi spoke more and more vigorously, speaking righteously, standing on the highest moral point, pointing at Liu Yan'er and began to reprimand her without saying a word.
Liu Yan'er's face gradually turned cold, turning to ice.
No one can humiliate Ye Qingge in front of her.
Dragons have reverse scales, if you touch them you will die!