Quickly put on my sick hero

Chapter 271 Looks like a villain

Just when Wen Zhaobai couldn't help but put his hand on Luo Jiu's head rudely, a warmth suddenly came from his chest, and his thoughts were instantly attracted.

Wen Zhaobai took out something from his chest. It was a piece of jade, glowing with a faint warm light.

Luo Jiu watched Wen Zhaobai's expression change from shock to surprise.He was like a big kid who had won a prize, but he didn't have the usual fairy-like demeanor and graceful demeanor.

He held the warm jade in his hand, as if confirming something.The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

"Miss Luo, I have something to do, so I have to leave first. I look forward to our next meeting."

Before Luo Jiu could answer, in a blink of an eye, it turned into a white light and disappeared in front of Luo Jiu's eyes.

Luo Jiu was left alone in a daze, falling into deep thought.

Has your personality charm declined?
Luo Jiu walked to the pond, and a pure but charming face was reflected in the water.

no problem...

Wen Zhaobai, this incomprehensible fool!

Suddenly, an idea, like bamboo shoots, popped up in an instant.
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System are you sure?We will not be a third party, something that does not conform to the core values ​​of socialism.

【Sure. 】
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Look at Wen Zhaobai's expression, it's obvious that he went to see his girlfriend.

[Master, no error program has been detected in the system~ The task must continue to be executed. 】

Luo Jiu: "..."

Here, Wen Zhaobai Yujian quickly flew to Xiuyun Xianzong.

He held the warm jade tightly in his hand, and the temperature in his palm instantly spread throughout his body, making his already slightly nervous heart beat even harder.

"Big Brother."

"Hello, Big Brother."

He met many junior brothers and sisters along the way, but he just nodded as if to deal with them, once again violating his upbringing.

After a while, his eyes were filled with white snow.This is the highest peak of the Xiuyun Immortal Sect. It is covered with snow all year round. At a glance, it seems that the only color left in the world is "white".

What is in front of you is a small palace. The three words "Qingyun Palace" are engraved on the plaque. The font is clear and meaningful, but it does not lose its power.

Wen Zhaobai put his hand in front of the palace gate, wanted to push it away, but hesitated again.It seems to be looking forward to something, and it seems to be afraid of something.

"Since you're here, why don't you come in?"

A low voice came from the hall, with a hint of magnetism, and it was inexplicably pleasant.

Wen Zhaobai took a deep breath, his beating heart finally dropped, and he stepped in.

The hall was empty, there were occasional tables, but they were filled with books and copywriting.

A man in a black robe sat leaning on the table, his long black hair hanging down, as black as ink.

He sat in the shadows, making it difficult to see his face.

"Disciple Wen Zhaobai pays homage to Master."

Wen Zhaobai clasped his hands together, and saluted the man with great respect.

The man nodded slightly, propped his chin with one hand, and stared at the person below with his eyes. What was hidden in the deep eyes made it difficult to see clearly.

"When did Master come back?"

Wen Zhaobai took out sparks from the storage bag and lit the candles in the house.

Although Master has profound magic power, he never cares about these trivial matters.Anyone who can make do with it will never do anything unnecessary.

In an instant, the faint yellow candlelight lit up the entire hall.

The legendary hero Yanze Xianzun, who is wise and mighty and has boundless magic power, is half lying on the armchair.

His clothes are loose, his hair is disheveled, his eyes are confused, and his mouth is always half-smiling. He looks like a villain.

He has a handsome appearance, especially his pair of slightly narrow fox eyes, which makes people want to fall in when they see him.

Storytellers always portray him as a heroic image with an air of immortality but extreme restraint.But Yan Ze, the great hero in many people's mouths, is extremely lazy as an idol.

Yan Ze picked up his pen and wrote a few words on the document in front of him, very casually.Hearing Wen Zhaobai's concern, he didn't raise his head and just answered.

"This morning."

"Master, it has been more than ten years since you traveled this time. I wonder if the old illness in your body still relapses?"

Hearing this, Yan Ze frowned.

More than ten years?There is still no memory in my mind.Even the wound on the abdomen was not known when it was done.

He hated the feeling of being out of control.

"Master, Master?"

Only then was Yan Ze brought back to his senses, seeing Wen Zhaobai looking at him nervously, he couldn't help but sigh.

Still a child.

Picking him up from the gate of the mountain back then was also an unintentional move. I didn't expect that he would still like to cling to himself after growing up so big.

After all, this child's mind is too pure, if he doesn't practice more, it will eventually lead to a catastrophe.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with being a teacher."

Hearing this, Wen Zhaobai gradually smiled on his face and began to tell Yan Ze about the big and small things that happened in the sect during his absence from the sect.

He knew that Master had the habit of taking a lunch break, and seeing that the time was almost up, he withdrew.

When we got to Qingyun Peak, we saw that there were many more people in the usually empty corridors.

"Elder brother, Immortal Yanze is back?"

The person who asked the question was a young monk, wearing the outer robe of Xiuyun Sect, but the pattern on the robe was lighter than that on Wen Zhao's white robe. He was an inner disciple.

While practicing this morning, I saw a strong wave of spiritual power coming from the mountain, which instantly attracted everyone's attention.

In Xiuyun Xianzong, the only one who can cause such fluctuations is probably the respected Yan Ze Xianzun.

Immortal Master Yanze likes to be quiet and lives in the cold Qingyun Peak all year round. Even within the Xiuyun Immortal Sect, very few people have seen him, but this does not prevent everyone from admiring him.

"Yes."

Wen Zhaobai nodded, and instantly, there was a commotion in the crowd.

"A few years ago, Fengxian Island took advantage of our immortal master's absence and stumbled everywhere. This time at the cultivation conference, we must show them a little bit of strength and see who is the number one sect in the cultivation world. "

"Yes, that's right. Brother Jiang is right. We also have immortals, so how can we be bullied by others?"

Hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Wen Zhaobai's face.

Ever since he realized it, Xiuyun Xianzong was his home, and most of his senior brothers and sisters grew up together, and they have long been inseparable.

Seeing that they are all so motivated, a touch of relief emerges from the bottom of my heart.The little cub I raised has finally grown up.

He folded his arms behind his back and coughed lightly.

"cough."

"Since everyone wants to perform well at the Immortal Cultivation Conference, why don't you hurry up and practice? What can we do to honor Master?"

"Yes!"

Excited and energetic voices rang out from the crowd, and everyone seemed to have infinite power.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the mountain road became quiet again.

"By the way, Senior Brother. Junior Sister Xueqing has been waiting for you for several days, why don't you go and see?"

Seeing the slightly teasing eyes of the junior in front of him, Wen Zhaobai sighed, and walked away from his gaze.

(End of this chapter)