Chapter 10 Red Luan Star Movement

Hearing this, the stunned chin of the manager was about to drop.

The old man didn't seem to have expected such a result, and the whole person froze, his eyes were round, and he looked straight at Helian Weiwei: "Why?"

"There's no reason." Helian Weiwei slowly put down the long whip in her hand, took the bank note and left, no matter how the people behind her reacted.

The old man's face was rigid, and it was obvious that he had not recovered from being rejected. He didn't know how to describe his current mood. He was shocked, reluctant to give up, coupled with the remorse that he couldn't ask for talent, so he suddenly screamed: "Steward Zhang, you can't leak everything you see today."

"Yes." Manager Zhang nodded quickly, although he didn't know why Tu Lao's expression suddenly became so serious, but as the manager of Phoenix Tower, the only thing he had to do was to learn to keep secrets.

The old man glanced at the "Nine Curved Silver Whip" placed on the stone table, bent over to put it away, wrapped it in black cloth, and said, "That's it, you will take over the next test, I'm going. A trip to the Supreme Master."

"Ah?" Zhang Guanshi looked at the back of the old man hurriedly leaving, and the whole person was stupid. He was just a steward, and he couldn't tell who had martial arts qualifications!

"Tu Lao, Tu Lao!"

Zhang Guanshi trotted all the way and shouted, but he couldn't recall the old man's gaze.

Now in the heart of the old man, he only thinks about how to win that girl over. With such an extraordinary talent, he is a natural martial cultivator. If people from other sects know about this, they will definitely be a group of heroes, so he must as soon as possible. Find the Supreme Master and have a good discussion...

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"Look, that trash has come out!"

"How long did it take, shouldn't it be driven out by Mr. Tu?"

"Haha, it's very possible, Tu Lao's temper is not very good. Originally, there were few Wu Xiu seedlings. This trash still came to join in the fun. It's normal to be driven out by people who couldn't help it."

No matter how mocking the surroundings, Helian Weiwei's expression did not change in the slightest, just like when she first entered, she knew that there was no good result.

Everyone rejoiced at the misfortune, and even more determined what they were thinking. After that, they didn't even look at Helian Weiwei again. It was just a waste, not worth their effort.

However, they didn't know that it was the waste in their mouths that had won the victory of this "calling order"...

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In the depths of the heart of the Zhanlong Empire, there is an ancient palace lying across from east to west. The hall is lit with fine orchid incense, and the white mist is faint, which lulls people to sleep.

The palace servant hung up the embroidered silver silk curtain, opened the incense burner gently, added some spices with a golden spoon, and quietly withdrew.

Baili Jiajue was lying on his side in the red sandalwood-painted gold soft chair, his elbows supported the back of his head, his long black hair like a night of demons spread out with his posture and hit the ancient scroll dragged by his left hand.

The handsome maids on both sides squatted beside him holding good incense, but the maids were too thin, and the red apron inside could be faintly seen.

Baili Jiajue sneered, and with a bang, he kicked the incense furnace with his feet low!

"Go out!" The deep voice was extremely cold, and it sounded in the empty hall with a biting icy cold.

The two palace maids looked at each other and staggered tremblingly at the feet of Baili Jiajue, holding on to the corner of his robe with one hand: "Your Highness, what did the servant do wrong, the servant can change..."

The woman raised her head, her small face the size of a slap, a pair of watery autumn eyes with glittering tears, her long eyelashes fell like a fan.

No matter how decent men are, they can't resist this temptation.

But Baili Jiajue is no other man!

Just when one of the palace maids wanted to take advantage of the situation to soften in his arms, a silver light flashed.

The palace maid's forehead was tilted, and the corners of her mouth became scary strands of blood.

"Fix it." Baili Jiajue gave the order in a faint voice.

Within a quarter of an hour, there was no longer a redundant maid in the hall.

The shadow who executed the order stood behind Baili Jiajue with an ice knife in hand, looking at this scene numbly.

Baili Jiajue sneered, slowly untied his sleeves, and threw the robe: "Take it and burn it."

"Yes." Shadow bowed his head respectfully. He had expected such a result from the very beginning. No one was allowed to touch his master's shirt.

It seemed that apart from the young lady from Helian's family, no one could approach the master's body.

However, if the young lady hadn't been so bold in provoking the master, maybe the master would have killed her long ago and kept her now because of the master's unique taste...

Shadow looked at his master's sinister smile, and Han Mao threw the valuable coat into the heater, and began to observe a moment of silence for a certain woman, hoping that she would not die too miserably in the future...

The fire was burning brightly, and there was a sound outside.

"Stinky boy, don't pretend that the old man is not there, the old man knows that you are in there! If you have the ability, you can come out to the old man, and the old man will accept you as his apprentice now!"

The shadow heard the movement outside, with a paralyzed expression on his face, "No way, it's here again", and hurriedly called someone to prepare clothes and put them on for his master first.

Baili Jiajue was not in a hurry. He took the shirt, turned his sleeves with his fingers, and buttoned the buttons one by one, unaffected by the outside world.

"Stinky boy!" An old man rushed in from the outside, wearing a white robe and fur robe, and panting: "The old man knows, you must be there!"

Baili Jiajue ignored him, and didn't even lift his eyelids, but his eyes were low and cold, which made the old man swallow his saliva.

He took a steady breath and changed his tone with a serious tone: "My teacher made a divination for you yesterday, and if the hexagram doesn't show for three days, you will meet someone in your life... hey, hey, don't drag me. , drag me again, I'm angry!"

"Supreme!" Shadow lowered his voice and winked at the country's most respected martial artist, for nothing else, he was afraid that his master would be unhappy and beat him to death!

The old man threw him away, pointed at the hall and shouted: "Stinky boy, what the old man said is true, the red star moves, there must be a catastrophe, if you still want to maintain your freedom, then immediately worship me. Master, this old man can solve that hexagram for you!"

"Go out, go." A gloomy and dark voice echoed out from the hall, as if countless sharp and thin ice knives were brewing, ready to cut his throat at any time.

Chilling!

The voice raised by the old man immediately wilted, and his neck shrank back: "Okay, even if you don't want to be my teacher, you should come back to Tianbai College to practice. If you don't come to class, the old man will clear your grades!" Said Finished, trot away.

In the dark, the foreheads of the eunuchs who were waiting on the side were full of cold sweat, and their hands were shaking in shock, and they didn't even look up.

Watching the old man leave, Baili Jiajue didn't stop him. He only supported the chair handle with one hand, stood up from the wooden couch, and slowly raised his pure black tufted cloak. Those long and narrow phoenix eyes seemed to notice A trace of fun in a boring life is getting deeper and deeper and more sinister...

"Hongluan is moving? Oh, I want to see how the dead Hongluan is still moving."