My Empress is My Bad Girl

The child was born as a princess, and had long been accustomed to Zhongxing Pengyue, but the scene in front of her still made her feel that her back was hairy and uncomfortable.

Those gazes are inquiring, looking, and skeptical, and of course, admiration and even admiration are indispensable.

There are all kinds of eyes.

The child has been low-key for a long time since he left home and went out alone. Suddenly, he was a little unaccustomed to being so noticed.

Bell was upset and said, "They are so rude!"

The toddler withdrew his gaze and said with a smile: "Bell, you go and scold them."

"Ah? I..." Bell's momentum suddenly weakened, "This is all senior brothers and sisters, how can I reprimand..."

"What's the point? You are the disciple of our Misty Peak. Go and ask them, how many of them are disciples? If you see you, you have to call Senior Sister Bell."

After being said by the master, the child became courageous: "Then I...try it?"

"Go." The child gave her encouraging eyes.

"it is good!"

Bell stood up, took a deep breath, gathered up the courage, and shouted: "What are you looking at? My master, can you stare so rudely?"

Her voice was loud and loud.

When she said it, even she herself was taken aback.

She grew up so much that she had always been a mere promise and did not dare to speak loudly.

Unexpectedly, she could also make such a bright and crisp sound.

The bell is dumb.

It's not scary, but it feels very novel.

There was an unprecedented excitement in her heart, slowly surging.

As for the eyes of the people around her, she didn't care at all.

It turned out to have a normal voice, so comfortable.

Why did she never dare?

The toddler almost thought she was stupid.

"Bell?" She poked the apprentice.

Suddenly, Bell turned her head, tears in her eyes: "Master..."

"What's wrong."

"Thank you."

"Ok?"

"It was Master who made me understand that I can live with dignity." Bell said softly.

"Silly girl."

Bell laughed.

When the toddler looked around again, most of the people had already retracted their gazes.

In fact, Bell is right. With the status of a child today, the scrutinizing gaze of those disciples staring at her is indeed impolite.

After all, in addition to the disciples of Piaoyunzhuang, there are also disciples of two other sects.

Sun Li ran over, patted the baby on the shoulder, and looked at her up and down: "How many levels are you...?"

"I'm Grade 6." The child smiled, "Sister Sun, are you scared?"

Sun Li: "..."

The legend turned out to be true.

Although the disciple who is personally passed on is based on seniority ranking, if she is high in strength, which number she wants to rank in is the number one.

Today's children are in the same realm as the big brother Li Baoshan, that is to say, she can call herself a big sister.

No reason, no reason.

Sun Li sighed.

The three heads were chatting and laughing in the middle stand. As for the true feelings and falsehoods, no one would know.

Before long, the water came out with the bead and announced the start of the game.

So it started.

It is completely different from the grandeur imagined by young children.

She smiled: "Is it so sloppy?"

"They are all in the arena, and they are experts in swordsmanship and red tape, but no one wants to." Zhang Lichen explained.

"makes sense."

The toddler agreed, "If someone comes to speak for half an hour, no one wants to listen."