My Disciples Are All Villains

Not long.

With the female disciples of Yanyue Palace, Si Wuya left Houshan and walked towards the East Pavilion.

On the way, Si Wuya glanced at the female practitioner and said, "Where is your palace master now?"

The female disciple hurriedly lowered his body and said, "Mr. Seven ... Demon Pavilion, there is no palace master, nor Yanyue Palace."

After saying this, the female disciple continued:

"Mr. Liu has been expelled from the division by the cabinet master, and there is no news so far. The last time, she killed the Shangyuan Wushu and sent back the Baochen clothing. Since then, I have never heard of it.

"No news?" Si Wuya stopped.

Recalling the previous information, basically outside the Devil's Pavilion.

He wanted to ask the specific situation of Motiange during this time, but I don't know when, he has already come outside the East Pavilion.

The female disciple sighed, "Subordinates resign."

Si Wuya looked at the environment of the East Pavilion.

Times have changed, as if nothing has changed ... The only thing that has changed is that it seems to be you.

He grew up and is no longer the boy of the year.

Master, is not the master of the year.

Si Wuya went in.

Came outside Master's room and bowed: "Tuer visits Master."

There was no response from the house.

Snapped!

The door was scraped open by the air.

Si Wuya understood and walked in.

Once inside, you can see the spacious and comfortable hall facing the mountains.

There is a coffee table in the middle with an incense burner placed on it, but it is not dyed.

There are four more treasures in the study, bookshelves, and a picture hanging on the wall—

"A bright moon is born at sea, and the world is here."

I don't know why.

When Si Wuya saw the poem, his heart thumped.

Si Wuya is so clever, he knew the meaning of every word of this poem for the first time.

He was surprised in his heart, but he dared not talk much.

He swallowed and looked at him sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes to the master.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Master."

Luzhou opened his eyes slowly, his eyes fell on him, and said, "Do you still have a face called Master?"

"..."

Si Wuya was uneasy and nervous.

After thinking about it, I knelt down. honestly.

Luzhou said indifferently: "Speak ... Why did you leave the Motian Pavilion?"

Si Wuya said seriously: "Tu'er can only use his fist if he leaves Motiange."

"Just by your little cleverness?" Luzhou asked.

"..."

Si Wuya said, "Tu'er thinks it can be done."

"You feel?"

"Now Kyushu is in chaos ... As long as you give me some time, Kyushu will fall. The royal family will be chaotic. Even if the gods have ten extreme battles, that is useless. The Kyushu is surrounded, and the gods are isolated and helpless. Things! Just one year ... just one more year! "Si Wuya said.

call!

Luzhou suddenly made a palm print!

Snapped!

This slap hit him in the face.

[Ding, Punishment Division Wuya gains 200 merit. 】

They are all illiterates who lack education.

This slap hit him in the face, interrupting his words.

Luzhou snorted softly and said, "I can't help myself."

"When the old man met the Emperor Yongshou back then, you were still in the womb! Do you really think that Yongqing can only do this with God?"

Si Wuya raised his head and met Luzhou's gaze, saying:

"Brother Master is here, and all the weaknesses of the eight leaves are known by the disciple ... whether it is the Eight Commanders or the Forbidden Army. They can't live without God."

Luzhou said:

"You know the royal family well?"

Si Wuya's voice softened, saying fifteen to ten:

"After Tuer left the Demon Pavilion, he entered the palace, and fortunately became Taifu."

"Not only that, you also got the favor of Yongning, use her to obtain the intelligence inside the palace." Luzhou cracked mercilessly.

"Tuer didn't use her!" Si Wuya instinctively denied.

Luzhou did not speak again.

It was so quiet to look at him.

Did not use it?

Have you used it, don't you know it?

Sometimes people are like this.

The more he discriminates with him, the harder he will deny it. On the contrary, it is more indisputable and indisputable.

Si Wuya fell silent.

After being silent for a while, Luzhou Fuxu said: "You already know about Yu Shangrong. The old man will not go into details."

When Si Wuya heard Yu Shangrong's three words, he felt a bit stunned.

Luzhou continued:

"Where is the old man's memory crystal?"

This is indeed the problem.

Si Wuya's eyes widened and he shook his head quickly, saying, "I don't know."

"Is Yu Shangrong lying?"

"This……"

"Don't you say that?" Luzhou stood up and looked down at Si Wuya.

This one stood up.

Luzhou's momentum, oppressed, made Si Wuya feel breathless.

"Master ... please believe my judgment. The crystal is sealed by you. Your purpose is not to let people know, and you don't even want to know. If you find it so easy, why did you bother to seal it? Si Wuya said.

"The old man changed his mind." Luzhou said.

"That was after the lack of crystal ... after you get the crystal, you will regain your memories and you will regret this choice. Besides ...... and ..."

Si Wuya gritted his teeth ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ You always stay on the mountain, take good care of the years, and Tu'er promised to be filial to you— "

When it comes to the three words of filial piety, Si Wuya leaned down and folded her palms on the ground, her forehead touching the back of her hand.

"You are saying that the old man's judgment is wrong, and the old man is going to die anyway, so ... let you make troubles?" Luzhou said.

Si Wuya froze.

But soon, he said a sentence: "You have to interpret the meaning of Tuer in this way, Tuer can only recognize!"

"presumptuous!"

Luzhou waved his sleeves!

A gang mark struck him.

Si Wuya flew out.

boom!

The door was knocked open.

Si Wuya fell in front of the Dongge Hall ...

Luzhou waved his sleeve again, and a palm print flew past.

boom!

Si Wuya fell from the steps.

Luzhou has no mood to ignore the rewards of systematic punishment.

... he felt his mood change.

An angry mood.

After hitting palms in succession ... Luzhou stopped.

Suddenly he felt ... Was Ji Tiandao's memory affecting himself, or did he successfully integrate Ji Tiandao?

Luzhou is still Luzhou, Ji Tiandao is no longer Ji Tiandao.

He had no choice. He was already in this position. He had to follow this road and get out of a new direction.

Luzhou, walking forward with negative hands, came to the edge of the stairs, conquering the sky, overlooking Si Wuya——

"Not filial piety!"

Si Wuya snorted and spit out blood.

He did not return his hand, did not speak, but supported the ground, adjusted his posture, and knelt on the ground.

Master is Master ... Even if you have ten thousand kinds of truths, how can there be a misunderstanding in the world that Master Tu'er curses Master's death?

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