Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 3359 Forgive You Once

The prince panicked. He thought Song Yuchan was trying to scare his son, but now that he saw the situation, he couldn't help but said anxiously to her, "Fairy, are you here for real?"

Song Yuchan said with a serious expression, "The prince has handed him over to me to discipline him just now, isn't the prince going to regret it?"

The prince broke out in cold sweat and said, "This king said so, but my son is not guilty of death?"

Song Yuchan said, "Under my sect, insulting the master is a capital offense. Don't protect your son anymore, my lord. Today I have to set rules for my disciples."

She flicked her hand at the Bone Demon Lord, and told him, "Shoot quickly, and let the little prince be wiped out in ashes. After all, master and apprentice, don't let him have any pain."

The Bone Demon Lord gritted his teeth and screamed, "Miss, don't worry, I have a thousand ways to make him die happily."

With his withered hands, he grabbed the little prince and carried him out.

The little prince was like a chicken, desperately struggling in the eagle's hand and shouting, "Father, help me! Father, you can't leave me alone!"

The Bone Demon Lord threw him outside the hall, raised his hand to imprison him, and said with a gloomy fire in his hand, "Little prince, according to the rules, you still have to call me senior brother. But master has an order, senior brother I also have to obey. Don't worry, senior brother will definitely let you die happily, and guarantee that you won't feel any pain!"

The cold fire in his hand became a sword, and a dazzling light erupted in front of the little prince's eyes.

A huge murderous aura enveloped the whole body of the little prince, making his Mahayana state of mind tremble.

It just broke down and shouted in an instant, "Master, I was wrong. Master, spare my life!"

After the prince heard it from inside, he hurriedly yelled at Song Yuchan, "Fairy, my son made a mistake, hurry up and tell the Bone Taoist to stop!"

The Bone Demon Lord turned his head and looked at Song Yuchan inside.

Song Yuchan didn't intend to stop, she was gnawing on a chicken leg in her hand, she only cared about the chicken leg, and didn't say a word.

The Bone Demon Lord gave a sinister smile, "Junior Brother, I'm sorry!"

He didn't care whether Song Yuchan really wanted to kill someone or fake it, anyway, if Song Yuchan didn't speak, he would do it.

A ball of cold light long sword slashed down in the air with overwhelming coercion.

The energy fluctuations on the sword made the void tremble, and a raging gust of wind rolled outward.

Before the sword energy fell, the little prince felt his scalp crack and blood spouted from his head.

His primordial spirit buzzed, and he couldn't hear any sound in his ears, but he felt a huge coercion enveloping him inside.

The strong death aura is about to turn him into powder.

When he was desperately waiting to die, a blue light suddenly covered his body.

The sword light of the Bone Demon Lord fell from the blue light, as if it had fallen into a bubble, and suddenly disappeared.

His palm froze, and he quickly withdrew his mana.

The little prince's body regained consciousness, his knees softened, and he fell to his knees on the ground.

The prince was also drenched in sweat and almost fainted from fright.

Song Yuchan wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, hiccupped and said, "I choked just now, let's keep him!"

"You, you are too unreliable!"

Zhao Yu broke down and howled outside, because she was choking on the chicken leg because she didn't say a word just now.

However, he almost lost his life!

The Bone Demon Lord smiled, and flattered him outside, "Here, it means that the master can block my sword! You kid can worship under her, that is your good fortune, don't be shameless."

The prince scolded anxiously inside, "Nizi, why don't you come in and offer tea to your master!"

Zhao Zhuo didn't dare to be negligent at this time, he had no arrogance on his body, he almost crawled in, and knelt down in front of Song Yuchan.

The simple and honest Jiao Ting poured tea and handed it to him, "Brother, from now on you will know the master is good. You should be filial to the master, the master will not treat you badly."

Zhao Yan was holding the tea, and now he couldn't see Song Yuchan's goodness, but only knew that she was a lawless master.

With a tear in his voice, he held a tea ceremony with Song Yuchan, "Master, please accept my disciple's respect!"

Song Yuchan took the tea bowl from his hand, and said to him in a low voice, "Jiao Ting is right. You, an ignorant dude, have no chance to worship under my sect. It's just that I have a good relationship with your ancestor. Congenial, so I made an exception to accept you. This time it is just a small warning, if you have any actions against the teacher in the future, I will never forgive you again."

"Disciple remember!"

Zhao Zhuo kowtowed, how dare he say no.

After drinking tea, Song Yuchan recognized him as an apprentice.

She has already recruited a lot of disciples, but in terms of good looks, there are really not many of them.

Although Zhao Zhuo was a little bit of a dandy before, he was still born with a dignified appearance.

It is also one of his advantages that such a disciple serves by his side and looks pleasing to the eye.

The prince breathed a sigh of relief from the side, "Today is really a good day. My son has finally found a famous teacher. Congratulations. Everyone raise your glasses, let's have a drink to celebrate."

Song Yuchan raised the wine glass first, and the others followed suit and drank with the prince.

It was already foggy at this time, and Song Yuchan led the crowd to bid farewell to the prince.

She got a new Fuxi gossip disk, and was anxious to find a place to study it.

The prince originally wanted to keep her in the mansion for a few more days, and make friends with her.

She insisted on leaving, but the prince did not stay any longer.

He personally sent everyone away, and the little prince Zhao Zhuo whispered behind him, "Father, don't you go and beg the ancestors to keep me?"

The prince scolded with a black face, "Shut up, don't make your master angry again. The meaning of the ancestor is very clear, he wants our family to win over your master. You are born to serve by her side, and there will always be a benefit for you. "

Zhao Yan shrank his head and complained, "It's no good, it's good that my son can save his life."

He left with Song Yuchan, and before leaving, he glanced at the palace, secretly thinking that the flirtatious little prince who used to be is going to be a thing of the past.

There are so many girls in Shuzhou city who favor him, I'm afraid they won't see him in the future.

I'm afraid this damn youth is coming to an end.

After they left, Jiao Ting took them to the mountain.

Zhao Zhuo originally thought that he was going somewhere to gain knowledge, but who knew that he came to this remote and desolate place together.

In this small village, there are only a dozen or so families living here and there.

All are hunters hunting in the mountains, and woodcutters chopping wood.

Jiao Ting's home is even more shabby, a small courtyard made of stones.

There are only three rooms inside, one is where Jiao Ting lives, and the other is where Jiao Ting's old lady lives.

As soon as Jiao Ting went back, he immediately invited his old lady out, introduced Song Yuchan to her, and excitedly said to her, "Mother, look, this young lady is my son's master. My son worships her to practice fairy arts. In the future, there will be people who have masters."

The scorched old lady is getting old, her body is a little soft, and the skin and flesh on her body are a little dry and dehydrated, and she already looks like a person who is about to be buried.

(End of this chapter)