That's right, if you had been so good earlier, you wouldn't have suffered so much.
Lin Xiyao was very satisfied with Qiao Xue's obedience. Like a victorious peacock, she glanced at Lu Yunqi and Leng Xuanchen with a stern look, and then left the crime scene with her head held high and her chest high.
Qiao Xue followed her timidly like a little chicken, almost shaking off her spiritual sword several times along the way.
Returning to the other courtyard of the Qingyun Sect disciples, Mo Qianyi and the others, who had originally been clamoring to go out, were all sitting in the courtyard bragging.
Seeing Lin Xiyao come in, Mo Qianyi hurriedly stood up after swallowing half of the mung bean cake in his mouth, pointing to the table full of pastries to greet Lin Xiyao.
"Senior Sister Lin, you are finally back. I kept it for you... Why are you here?"
A mouthful of mung bean cake got stuck in her throat. Mo Qianyi choked and rolled her eyes. But when she saw Qiao Xue following Lin Xiyao, she was so shocked that she swallowed the mung bean cake with a gulp.
"what's the situation?"
This is during the competition. Except for those participating in the competition, other disciples of the sect are not allowed to appear at the competition site according to regulations!
"In special circumstances, you continue, we will report to Elder Rouqin."
Lin Xiyao ignored the matter lightly and took Qiao Xue to Rouqin's room.
The two figures had just disappeared into the courtyard, and Yunliu couldn't help but gossip, "Isn't Junior Sister Qiao at odds with Senior Sister Lin? Why did Senior Sister Lin bring her here?"
"I don't know, can Junior Sister Lin tolerate Qiao Xue?" Su Yunqing's brows became twisted.
Qiao Xue is a troublemaker, and Lin Xiyao is someone who doesn't like trouble. How can the two of them get along?
All the disciples shook their heads. They did not expect that Qiao Xue would come. Lin Xiyao brought her here personally.
"I'll go ask." Mo Qianyi was more curious than them all, got up and chased them in the direction they left.
There are a hundred thousand whys in her mind?
He hurried up to eavesdrop, but as soon as he reached the stairs, he saw Lin Xiyao coming down step by step with his hands behind his back.
So fast!
This speed made Mo Qianyi, who was about to eavesdrop, surprised and a little embarrassed. She quickly braked and her body fell directly on the stairs due to inertia.
Lin Xiyao's feet stopped in mid-air when she came downstairs, and she raised her hand in a funny way: "I love you, so you don't need to give me such a courtesy when we meet in the future."
Mo Qianyi got up awkwardly, "Senior sister, why did you come out so quickly!" His curious eyes kept glancing behind Lin Xiyao.
Lin Xiyao knew what she was curious about and did not follow her in circles, "Qiao Xue said that she was attacked by a demon cultivator near Tianyan Sect. The head of Tianyan Sect asked her to stay temporarily, so I brought her to report to the leader. Prepare."
Encountered an attack near Tianyan Sect! ?
The amount of information was a bit overwhelming, and Mo Qianyi’s eyebrows twisted into an eight-figure knot.
"Who doesn't know that Tianyan Sect is the largest sect, what kind of demonic cultivator can break in?"
This is not comparable to Lin Xiyao who dared to break into the Demonic Abyss alone! !
"Who knows." Lin Xiyao shrugged and walked briskly down the stairs.
"Senior sister, there is a fraud in this!"
Mo Qianyi felt that this must be Qiao Xue's conspiracy, and seriously reminded Lin Xiyao to pay attention, but Lin Xiyao just curled his lips casually and strode out.
Mo Qianyi scratched his head anxiously. Although Lin Xiyao was very powerful, Qiao Xue was the heroine after all. She had the fate of being a heroine and should not be underestimated.
"Luck~"
Lin Xiyao lowered her eyes and looked at Mo Qianyi's hair. Mo Qianyi was very nervous. He frowned and pursed his lips tightly. His baby face with baby fat looked like a tender peach.
Haha, little pink peach.
"Yes, based on the novels and TV series I have read over the years, every heroine has luck. People around her or top opportunities will always be biased towards her. There are even..."
Mo Qianyi analyzed it carefully, but before he finished speaking, he felt a pain on his face, "Oh, oh! Senior sister, it hurts!"
It feels so good! Lin Xiyao pinched Mo Qianyi's face, which was as soft as expected. No wonder those weird aunts like to pinch little babies' faces.
"What's Qi Calculation? Qiao Xue still has a system!"
Mo Qianyi was a little dazed at first when Lin Xiyao pinched his face and swayed a few times, but he suddenly regained consciousness when he heard the system.
Yes, yes, she just wanted to say that in addition to luck and chance, some heroines even have systems.
That system is an awesome plug-in! No matter what system it is, there are a lot of good things in it, and ordinary people are no match for it!
"But," Mo Qianyi looked up at Lin Xiyao, "Senior sister, how do you know she has a system?" His big eyes were full of doubts.
Lin Xiyao looked down at her and suddenly thought, "You look like that little Dobby."
Click, Lin Xiyao seemed to hear some breaking sound.
Mo Qianyi, who was originally chirping, shut up. She seemed to have been struck by lightning and stood there dumbfounded.
Her fragile little heart was broken into countless pieces, and Lin Xiyao's words kept echoing in her mind.
"You look like Dobby."
"You look like Dobby."
"You look like Dobby."
"...."
"I look like Dobby..." Mo Qianyi's eyes lost all light, and even the person was broken into pieces like a clay sculpture.
All she could think about was Dobby's appearance, his huge ears, his face full of grooves, his huge eyes, and his limbs as thin as a skeleton.
In this world of immortality where handsome boys and beautiful women are everywhere, Mo Qianyi asked himself that he was not stunningly beautiful, but he was not bad in appearance. How could he be regarded as Dobby in Lin Xiyao's eyes?
"Woo..." Mo Qianyi whimpered like an aggrieved little animal with his mouth flat, his round eyes full of tears, and he looked up at Lin Xiyao.
Lin Xiyao looked at Mo Qianyi, who was shaken by the shock, and added helplessly: "I'm talking about the feeling, not the appearance. You are very cute."
"Yeah, yeah, I think I'm cute too!"
Mo Qianyi's tears disappeared instantly, and the corners of his mouth reached the nape of his neck.
This little guy must be from Sichuan, he can also change his face!
"Yeah." Lin Xiyao nodded while holding back a smile, and teased her a little: "You are much taller than Dobby, you are 1.4 meters tall, right?"
"What, I'm one, five, five!" Mo Qianyi raised his chin proudly.
But when he saw Lin Xiyao looking down at him, he instantly fell down again.
A goddess like Lin Xiyao is not only good-looking, but her figure is comparable to that of a model. Her perfect head-to-body ratio of 175cm makes her look like a little Dobby.
I am indeed Dobby. Mo Qian withered in an instant, and even Qiao Xue's system was not enough to cheer her up.
"Okay, Qiao Xue came here with a trick. She will definitely not settle down. The secret realm of Tianyan Sect will be opened tomorrow, and she will also go in together. You guys should be prepared. Don't embarrass me by losing to her."
When it came to business, Mo Qianyi nodded immediately, "Oh, okay."
Tomorrow’s secret realm of Tianyan Sect will be a big event!
In addition to having good spiritual veins, every sect that chooses to establish a sect must also have a secret realm. As long as the secret realm is within its own sect, then all the resources inside belong to the sect.
Most sects will have their own sect secret realms, and some large sects may have two or three secret realms. For example, Qingyun Sect has two secret realms, while the largest sect, Tianyan Sect, has three.
Sect secret realms are generally not open to the public. The quality of Tianyan Sect's secret realm is the best among all sects, and there are countless spiritual plant secret treasures inside.
Only at important moments like the Great Competition, Tianyan Sect is willing to open its doors to disciples from other sects.
