Chapter 933 Reach out for a hug (78)


Chapter 933 Reaching out for a hug (78)

However, she wasn't as naughty as she was when she was little. She didn't make any mistakes, and he couldn't even find fault with her.

Gu Ao had to find faults and finally found an opportunity to attack.

While other disciples were practicing, he got angry at Yun Fanfan: "Gu Yunmiao, your senior brothers are all studying hard, why are you standing here alone! I am really disappointed that you are so unmotivated, Go to the darkroom and reflect on it yourself.”

A group of disciples immediately put down what they were holding. In their opinion, there was nothing wrong with the junior sister. The master had been too strict with the junior sister recently.

Some disciples began to plead: "Master, my junior sister finished practicing today's exercises this morning. Now there are just a few disciples here who want to ask her for advice."

He wasn't lying. They thought they were diligent enough.

However, every time I wake up in the morning, I can always see Yun Fanfan practicing sword practice outside.

It really doesn't make sense for the junior sister to scold her even though she is so diligent.

Seeing that Gu Ao still had a tense face, the other disciples whispered: "Master, you injured the little junior sister a few days ago. She may not be fully recovered now. If you let her go to the darkroom."

Gu Ao didn't expect that this group of disciples who usually didn't dare to disobey him would actually join forces to oppose him today.

Jian Yunfanfan stood there obediently, with a confused expression on his face.

It was as if she had not made a mistake and did not know where her mistake was.

Gu Ao's face turned pale and he didn't speak for a long time.

When he left, Yun Fanfan felt a demonic energy on him again.

It's not pure demonic energy, it's like rotten flesh and blood.

She was already sure of what Gu Ao had done.

Shen Jing had no idea how he was spending these days.

He refused to meet other people, locked himself in the palace, and drank nothing but wine.

However, the more he drank, the more sober he became. He had never hated himself so much, and he didn't even have the right to get drunk. After becoming the Demon Lord, he had never dreamed, not even about her.

Nowadays, getting drunk has become a luxury.

The palace door was pushed open, and the maids heard the sound and quickly stood up.

The king had been alone for so long, and now he finally came out. When he was about to ask him if he wanted to prepare some meals, he only saw a flash of red figure.

The hem of his clothes dragged across the ground like fiery red clouds.

Shen Jing staggered out, holding a jar of wine in his hand.

The maids did not dare to stop him and could only follow him forward.

I don't know how long it took, but Shen Jing finally stopped.

He looked ahead, his lips moistened by the wine finally curved a little.

The light gray eyes also changed from dim to radiant, like flames flickering in them.

The palace in front of me is magnificent, no worse than the king's palace. This is where the little princess lives.

There was a snap sound, which was the sound of the wine jar falling to the ground and breaking into pieces. The wine slowly flowed from the fragments, winding to Shen Jing's feet and soaking Shen Jing's clothes.

Shen Jing didn't wear shoes. After feeling the coldness on the soles of his feet, he lowered his head.

A look of panic immediately appeared on his face.

His neck showed a strange arc, like a puppet, frozen in place.

Shen Jing's long eyelashes trembled wildly, and she knelt directly on the ground. She pushed away the fragments with her hands. The sharp edges of the fragments scratched her palm. He didn't care. He just pinched the hem of his clothes and whispered: "The clothes are dirty."< br>


(End of chapter)

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