Ascended to become a virtual idol

Chapter 170
"What the hell is he trying to do!" the elder in black gritted his teeth.

Fu Yong lowered his eyes, "If the elders feel dissatisfied, you can go there in person."

"Kacha" the chair armrest of the elder in yellow robe was broken by him, his face was distorted for a moment, "Young Fuyong, be presumptuous!"

Fu Yong looked up, "Even if you are presumptuous, what can you do with me?"

He had an elegant posture, and even when he was sitting there, he seemed to be looking down. The yellow-robed elder stared at him with old-fashioned eyes, and finally slapped the table in hatred, got up and left.

Fu Yong smiled indifferently, "Is there something else for the elders?"

The faces of the elders were ashen, but they also knew that Fuyong's rebelliousness really offended him, and they looked a little ugly but they kept holding their breath and did not dare to speak out.

Fu Yong stood up slowly, "In this case, I will retreat first."

Looking at his back, the red-robed elder scolded angrily, "Yellow-mouthed boy!"

When Fu Yong walked out of the main hall of Xuandu, he saw a pale and thin woman still wearing a rouge-colored dress. She was walking like a ghost, but none of the passing monks dared to look directly at her. They all walked with their heads down. fast.

As if sensing Fu Yong's gaze, she stopped slowly, turned her head to stare at him with those eyes, and then smiled strangely.

She dragged her body and came to Fu Yong step by step, with loose clothes covering her body, and her long hair hanging down added a bit of weirdness.

For this person, Fu Yong often listened to people talk about it, and met him a few times, but there was never a time like this one.

She just looked at Fuyong like this, her treacherous eyes were filled with some kind of chilling prying eyes, her lips curled into a smile, the scarlet lips were like blood.

"Senior," Fu Yong said slowly, with an elegant and gentle voice.

"Hypocrisy," the woman spat out two words, "Things in human skin can't be adults in disguise. You are like this, and so are they."

She approached Fu Yong, "Is Yan Qiao very good?" Her tone was light and light, as if she was just asking.

"Hahahahaha," seeing that Fuyong didn't answer, she laughed again, "The fate chart is broken, it's really sad and pitiful."

"Luo Yi," an angry voice sounded, and the woman turned her head slowly.

The long skirt was blown by the wind, making her look fluttering and slender, her long black hair was swaying, brushing across her cheeks, her dark eyes seemed to be staring at a dead person, shifty had no emotion.

The visitor walked in slowly, and it was Ming Lao who had recovered his composure. He stared at the person in front of him, "Luo Yi, you really angered someone who shouldn't be provoked. No one can save you."

Luo Yi laughed, leaning forward and backward, almost unable to restrain himself, which made Ming Lao's face even more ugly.

She laughed enough, wiped away the tears from the laughter, "Are you threatening me?"

Ming Lao snorted coldly, "I'm doing it for your own good."

"Hahahahaha," she laughed again, "For my own good, then I'll tell you, I'll be fine if you're all dead, hahahahahaha, why do you really think I keep that thing?"

She walked into Ming Lao suddenly and grabbed his neck, "You don't know anything about my abilities."

Ming Lao's complexion turned blue instantly, and his eyes suddenly widened, full of disbelief.

"No one can kill me, including you," she let go of her hand fiercely, and let Lao Ming fall to the ground without any image.

She turned her head to look at Fu Yong again, and smiled strangely, "Little bastard, you will die too."

With her hands behind her back, she hummed a strange song and disappeared in front of the two of them.

Fu Yong looked down at Ming Lao, "I've been in a high position for too long, I forgot what I was like back then."

Ming Lao stared at him suddenly, "Fuyong, don't forget who you are today because of!"

Fu Yong's complexion suddenly became gloomy, and the dark look in his eyes made Ming's heart skip a beat. He opened his mouth and before he could say anything, Fu Yong stepped on his hand, "You don't have a long memory."

Ming Lao's eyes widened, his pupils shrank, and he wanted to struggle but couldn't move at all.

Until Fuyong left, he was still sitting on the ground, his white robe was stained with dust, and he fell on the ground in a state of embarrassment, his gray hair was a little messy, and his fairy-like appearance was gone forever.

He stood up staggeringly, with a look of confusion in his eyes, he stood there blankly for a long time, and then left tremblingly after a while.

Luo Yi slowly, she stared at Ming Lao's back, her eyes were stained with a bit of sadness, hatred was intertwined in it, the veins on her wrists were throbbing, and her face was even more terrifying.

After an unknown amount of time, she murmured, "Yan Qiao, Yan Qiao," she suddenly laughed, a creepy smile.

She knew this person, Xuandu's side mentioned it every day, and she would always hear their chatter when passing by occasionally.

There was another dim light in her eyes, she turned her head and walked towards the hall where the supreme being was, and then she stopped slowly.

The voice inside didn't affect her at all, and she just stared at it for a long time, letting out a distorted smile.

The wailing inside seemed to be getting stronger, she stood outside laughing, and the people passing by ran fast.

Here in Xidu, a magician frowned, "That crazy woman in Xuandu has started again."

"Because of her, it is difficult for us to approach the main hall of the Lord."

"Damn it, Xuandu wants to monopolize the Lord's inheritance."

All these discussions did not affect Xuanyuan at this time. In the Xuanyuan Academy, Zou Mianmian squeezed Luo Yixiu's hand curiously, "How does it feel to break through?"

Luo Yixiu giggled, "It's very different."

"Hey, you owe it, right?" Zou Mianmian made a gesture to beat him up.

Suddenly, Luo Yixiu grabbed her hand, "Wait, is that Senior Sister Bai?"

"Where is it?" Zou Mianmian immediately turned his head to look, then widened his eyes, "Sister Jingrui?"

Seeing the two of them, Bai Jingrui nodded slightly, "Long time no see, Yixiu has matured a lot."

"Bai, sister Baixue, who are you here this time?" Luo Yixiu stammered and asked.

Bai Jingrui smiled softly, "I'm here to re-enroll."

As soon as these words came out, the two people's eyes widened immediately, "Huh?"

"Sister Bai?" A shocked voice came from behind, and then Zhou Chu walked over quickly, "It's really Sister Bai, why are you here!" The boy's voice was full of surprise and excitement.

Bai Jingrui was older than them all, and she was also the leader of the last exchange meeting. They all still remember the tragic situation after she came back.

At that time, for some reason, Luo Yixiu was suppressed by a group of people and failed to go, so that he and his old father quarreled for a long time when they came back injured.

"I'll come back when I'm healthy," Bai Jingrui looked at Zhou Chu, "I'm relieved to see you all doing well."

Although they often communicate on the optical network, it is still not as reassuring as meeting in person.

(End of this chapter)