Villain: I will become stronger if I accept female apprentices

Listening to the system prompt in his head, Prodigal Ziyao's expression froze for a moment, a little pleasantly surprised.

But immediately, this touch of surprise dissipated again, and he took a slight step forward, hugging Jiang Wuyue who was crying until pear blossoms rained down in his arms.

Gently patted her on the back to comfort her.

It took a long time for Jiang Wuyue's emotions to stabilize. Tears had already soaked the prodigal son's clothes, and she stopped sobbing.

But he still hugged the prodigal son Miao's body tightly, buried his face in his chest, and immersed himself in the warm embrace similar to that of his elder brother.

She likes this feeling.

At this moment, there was an indescribable emotion in her heart, she didn't know what it was, she only knew that she felt as if she was going to snuggle into the arms of the prodigal son at this moment, feeling the temperature in his arms.

This feeling made her feel particularly warm.

After a long time, Jiang Wuyue blushed, she got out of the prodigal son's arms, and hurriedly wiped the tears on her face, feeling that she was very ashamed...

"Master, Wu Yue lost his composure."

She lowered her beautiful eyes slightly, not daring to make eye contact with the prodigal son, and said shyly.

"Don't be shy." The prodigal son said softly.

"Before I leave, I will also teach you the second form of Shenxuan footwork."

"Second form?"

Hearing Jiang Wuyue's words, her beautiful eyes widened in astonishment, with surprise and astonishment in them.

She is very clear about the mystery of Shenxuan's footwork, and she is sure that there is absolutely no movement in Fanzhou that can compare with it.

Unexpectedly, besides Lingbo Qianying, there is actually a second style.

For a moment, her admiration for the prodigal son Miao became stronger in her heart.

I feel that Master is an omnipotent existence.

"Well, the second form, come, master will teach you."

The prodigal son took her little hand and walked towards the martial arts training platform in the outer courtyard.

Being grabbed by her little hand, Jiang Wuyue's eyes trembled slightly, and her heart felt warm.

It can be seen that at this moment, her cold face has lost the coldness, and she is a little more youthful and charming.

After arriving at the martial arts training platform, the prodigal son began to teach Jiang Wuyue the second form of the Shenxuan footwork in his mind, and the gods were meticulous and unreserved.

Jiang Wuyue's expression didn't change from surprise when she heard it. This Shenxuan footwork shocked her too much.

The so-called Shenxuan footwork second form is a body clone method, but it is much more mysterious than the common body clone methods on the market.

There are very few people who have learned the method of clone in Zhongzhou itself, and they are all inferior methods of clone.

And the second form of the Shenxuan footwork is the divine component, which can create an absolutely perfect combat clone.

Not only can it be manipulated by the main body to gain vision, but it can also switch positions with the main body. The most important thing is that after the practice is perfect, the combat ability of the clone is equal to that of the main body.

In other words, it can be regarded as the main body splitting out a battle clone controlled by itself, and the control only needs to split a part of the consciousness, which is completely controlled by oneself.

It's completely different from Lian Qingqiu's avatar who will give birth to self-conscious resistance.

After listening, Jiang Wuyue couldn't recover from the shock for a long time, and wanted to ask how the prodigal son got this kind of movement, but he stopped talking and didn't ask further.

Then the prodigal son walked towards the practice room, a precious apprentice took care of it, and there was another precious apprentice.

Zhixuan is probably the most unacceptable thing for me to leave the south of Huaiyuan.

After all, she wished she could hang on her waist for 24 hours. She went to the north of Huaiyuan this time, and she didn't know how long she would stay there, and if there would be any accidents.

After arriving outside the practice room, she did not disturb Ye Zhixuan's practice, but sat on the stone steps outside, propped her chin with both hands, and looked up at the waning moon in the sky.

A little cool wind passed by, blowing the hair on his forehead.

After a long time, there was a charming and pleasant cry from behind.

"Master!"

Immediately after, two lumps of softness pressed against his back, two white and tender lotus arms wrapped around his neck, and a stunning face was close to his cheeks.

The prodigal son turned his head to look, and met her eyes at a close distance, the eyes were slightly curved, and there was a handsome and doting smile on his face.

He stretched out his hand and gently scratched her nose, motioning for him to sit beside her.

Showing her white teeth, Ye Zhixuan sat down next to him with a smile, her body clinging to him, her arms around his body, her face pressed against his chest.

Seeing her clinging to him like a caring little padded jacket, Prodigal Ziyao felt a little reluctance in his heart, smiled faintly, looked at her, and gently stroked her hair.

He didn't tell her immediately that he was leaving.

Instead, they just hugged her like this, and the two looked at the waning moon in the sky, which appeared and disappeared, and the silver light poured down and sprinkled on the two of them.

They looked like a couple of gods and gods.

"Master, do you have something to tell me?"

Suddenly, Ye Zhixuan raised her pretty face, blinked her beautiful eyes and asked him.

Hearing this, the prodigal son was slightly surprised, met her eyes, bowed his head and kissed her lightly.

Immediately afterwards, his right hand tightened, and he held her tightly in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, and said softly:

"Zhixuan, Master will be away for a while."

After he finished speaking, the air froze for a while, except for the sound of the breeze, there was no new sound.

After a few breaths, Ye Zhixuan raised her pretty face to look at her with some reluctance, and asked with an aggrieved expression:

"Can't you bring Zhixuan with you?"

The prodigal son looked at her dotingly, gently stroked the black hair on her forehead behind her ears, and said softly:

"It's too dangerous, Master can't take you on a risk."

Hearing this, Ye Zhixuan's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and she hugged his body tightly, and buried her face in his chest.

He didn't speak for a long time.

"So, when will you be back?"

Hearing her reluctant voice, the prodigal son hesitated for a moment, and said:

"I'm not sure about being a teacher. I may come back soon, or it may take a long time."

"But I promise, I will definitely come back, nothing will happen to me, trust me."

The prodigal son said seriously, and as he spoke, he took out a bronze medal from the Assassination Pavilion from his waist and handed it to Ye Zhixuan.

This is the token of the bronze medal that died before.

It is currently vacant and available for use.

"Don't be sad, I'll give you this baby, if you miss Master, you can call Master."

The prodigal son laughed lightly, and handed her the bronze medal.

"Make phone call?"

Ye Zhixuan's face was full of doubts, she raised her face, and immediately took the bronze medal.

"Try poking in."

"Ah."

With a trace of curiosity in Ye Zhixuan's eyes, she penetrated the aura.

Then she was shocked by the function of this thing.

There was a look of joy on his face.

"Master, can I really talk to you at any time?"

There was still a hint of disbelief in her eyes.

"real."