Chapter 25 2

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Lin Run stared at Li Ying with a pair of peach blossom eyes and coughed several times: "Cough...cough cough..."

Seeing that Li Ying still didn't respond, he cursed helplessly and walked towards Li Ying who was standing there.

When Wang Yuanyuan, who was standing in the team, saw this, she subconsciously wanted to pull Li Ying into the team, but Lin Run stopped her with a look.

When it was over, Wang Yuanyuan knew that Lin Run was really angry. She looked towards Si Jing, but she saw a calm expression on his face as he watched Lin Run move forward without stopping him.

Well, since the Lord isn't worried, she won't worry about it blindly.

"Have you seen enough?"

Li Ying was startled by the sudden sight of Lin Run in front of her, and her voice trembled as she answered: "Look...enough."

Lin Run's handsome eyebrows furrowed and his tone was extremely stern: "Now that you've seen enough, go back to the team and save the face of our Liuxian Sect!"

Li Ying's already irritable mood suddenly became extremely unhappy. She held her breath, whispered, and went into the team.

"Stop!" Lin Run looked at Li Ying, who was unhappy on his face, and said in a mocking tone: "What expression are you looking at? Why do you have the right to be dissatisfied?! Because you alone have wasted the time of everyone in our sect!"

Li Ying suddenly smiled. She turned to look at Lin Run, bowed to him, then turned to bow to her fellow disciples, and said in a sincere tone: "I'm sorry for wasting your time due to personal matters."

Seeing that Li Ying had a good attitude in admitting her mistake, Lin Run said nothing more.

Li Ying returned to the team, clutching the lapel of her clothes, her heart beating extremely violently.

The Liuxian Guangxiu sleeves those women were wearing just now were so pretty!

She has been wearing a ghost uniform for more than a hundred years, and now she is wearing a white men's robe. She has not worn a skirt for a long time!

79588 felt Li Ying's heart rate going up and down on a roller coaster. In the past few days of working with her, this was the first time he had seen her so gloomy.

Just because the female cultivators wear wide-sleeved fairy skirts, chest-length skirts, double-breasted gowns...

The surprise she gave it was really...

Si Jing saw that Li Ying's complexion seemed to be poor, and a look of worry flashed in her eyes.

When Xiao Zheng saw Li Ying, he wanted to go up and greet him, but saw that he was scolded and joined the team, so he temporarily stopped thinking about greeting him.

Feirong's face was indifferent, but in his heart he kept secretly comparing Li Ying's figure. She always felt that the disciple's figure was somewhat similar to the disciple who attacked her last night.

Thinking of the man who escaped after seriously injuring her last night, Fei Rong bit her back teeth slightly. Next time, she will definitely catch him!

When the pretty female nuns in snow clothes saw that the farce in the Liuxian Sect had stopped, a pretty female nun about seventeen or eighteen said: "Senior Sister Fu, that disciple has been reprimanded, so it's time to restrain himself."

Among the female nuns, the female nun who was still praised by the stars, with a cold and outstanding temperament, and an independent figure did not say anything. She slightly raised her eyes and looked at the cat-eyed boy in the distance.

The young man had a delicate face, an unruly temperament, and his whole person was full of youthful vigor.

Fu Heng looked away, a trace of interest flashed in his eyes, his full lips opened slightly, and his tone was unclear: "I hope."



The spacious Wuli Hall was full of monks.

Li Ying sat quietly in her seat, her eyes secretly glancing at the skirts of the surrounding nuns for a while, and then hurriedly looking away, looking at her nose, nose and heart.

[...Host, you...] 79588 looked at Li Ying's behavior speechlessly and asked: [Host, please restrain yourself. At worst, when the mission is over, you can go down the mountain and buy a dozen of those dresses. When you look at the female cultivators and fellow disciples around you, the murderous look in their eyes almost hits you in the face. 】