In order to support Ling Zhongsheng's statement, Mu Chuyue then cooperated: "It's just that it has reached the level of an intermediate spell master.
It's not that high.
It's natural that dad hasn't paid attention to it." ” Well, this seems to be different from her original intention.
Mu Chuyue sighed secretly, feeling a little regretful.
Forget it, who calls dad unreliable?
As a real daughter, she wouldn’t try to tear him down, right?
By some mistake, Mu Chuyue did not reveal the fact that she had inadvertently acquired the secret technique of puppets.
This secret technique has long since disappeared on the mainland, so one can imagine how precious it is.
But even if they are close relatives, they cannot have their own secrets.
The three elders didn't know Mu Chuyue's secret, and similarly, she didn't know the secrets of Gu Changyan or her father.
Well, that seems fair. . . . . . . .
In the northern continent, there is a town in Wenyang Yunhe Mountain Stream.
The open-air seating on the second floor of the tavern isolated all the surrounding noise.
The woman had slender hands and fair skin, and her eyes were cold and aloof, overlooking everything.
She raised her chin high and picked up the cup in front of her with half-squinted eyes.
Even though it was just a cheap teacup made from a clay kiln, it actually gave off an aura of nobility when she held it in her hand.
She had no intention of picking up the pair of chopsticks on the table because the place was too simple and she didn't have the courage to swallow the food.
Her lips gently blew away the fine tea powder in the cup, and she finally put it back on the table in disgust.
If it weren't for the guy in front of her who rashly asked to meet in this low-grade tavern, she really wouldn't want to stay there for a moment.
Ling Qinchu felt that his patience had been exhausted, "Tell me, Ying Yao, you went through all the trouble to find me.
What orders did you receive from Mr.
Wu, and why did you plan to restrict me?"
The water stains mixed with dark broken tea leaves were stirred out of the cup by a huge force, splashing wet on the table.
Looking at the posture, Ling Qinchu was indeed angry.
In her opinion, it is true that Ying Yao is her personal bodyguard.
However, this guy has the same virtue as Wu Lao.
They both adhere to the principle of being loyal to Ling Zhongsheng first and then to her.
Now he is really getting better and better.
Fa couldn't see her anymore.
"Why do you have to make wild guesses?
This subordinate is not here to obey Wu Lao's orders, but the Pavilion Master needs you to go to Suizhou immediately."
Ying Yao's expression was indifferent, and he didn't care about Ling Qinchu's superior gaze.
Anyway, the words had already been said It doesn't make any difference to him whether the other party obeys or not.
Anyway, in the end he will always find a way to fulfill the Pavilion Master's instructions.
Ling Qinchu was quite surprised.
If Ying Yao was speaking for Ling Zhongsheng, she would have no reason to object.
I just don’t know why her father summoned her to Suizhou instead of Zhongzhou.
"Are you sure you are going to Suizhou?"
Ling Qinchu looked unkind and asked in a questioning tone, "If I remember correctly, Suizhou should be the small world where the ancient clan of the ancient gods live, so what happened?"
"This subordinate is just running errands.
If you really want to get to the bottom of it, why don't you ask the Pavilion Master in person after you get to Suizhou."
Ying Yao's face was sullen, with only one expression on his face.
"You" Ling Qinchu stood up and finally resisted not attacking this nominal bodyguard.
It's not that she cares about the so-called master-servant relationship, but that this guy has already reached the fourth level of Guiyuan Realm when they last met.
She has just reached the bottleneck of Guiyuan Realm now. , If you fight alone, there is really no possibility of winning. xx4911131: