Chapter 1782

Shangguanyi's face was a little worse. How could she dare to talk to him like that?!!

"If your majesty has nothing to do, you can go." the young national teacher said coldly and lightly: "after all, I'm very busy, aren't I?"

This is a fair and aboveboard order to expel guests. Shangguanyi is now the emperor. Many people begged him to come. As a result, it became like this here in ranbai. How can shangguanyi still want to stay.

Just looking at the girl's pure eyes like stars in the night sky, shangguanyi's heart inexplicably raised strange emotions.

It doesn't seem to be the case.

In the past, the love hidden in the bottom of this person's eyes seems to have disappeared. The rest is just calm and indifferent like a cold pool.

This made shangguanyi uncomfortable. He didn't know what he was uncomfortable with,

It's like losing something and never coming back

Shangguan Yi pursed his thin lips, took another look at dyed white, and finally directly shook his sleeve and left.

Dyed white light ah, her lips flashed an arc and said to Feng Luo, "do you think he's cheap?"

Feng Luo, in line with what ranbai said, was right and nodded madly: "yes, yes, everything is right."

Dyed white: "well, dad knows."

On the other side,

After sending off dyed white, Ke Feng looked disappointed. Somehow, he always had a special uneasy mood recently, but he didn't know where he was uneasy.

The foggy picture predicted in the secret building of Tianji Pavilion made Ke Feng's heart a mess.

"Alas."

Why should God embarrass him, poor little man?

Thinking, Ke Feng sighed again, "alas."

The disciple beside him couldn't bear it. He said bluntly: "... Pavilion Lord, this is your 188th sigh today."

"... can't speak, can't speak, don't speak!" Ke Feng scolded.

Little disciple, be good.

Ke Feng touched his chin,

He sighed that he had made up a lucky number.

He's great.

Thinking about the bottom of my heart,

Ke Feng decided to go to the bamboo forest.

Pushing open the closed wooden door, Ke Feng expected to see the purple figure.

"Li Mo! Come on, I have something to talk to you about as a teacher." Ke Feng leaned up and smiled amiably.

The slender and beautiful man pulled his lips, and his voice was very weak: "take your smile back and continue."

Ke Feng: "

"Li Mo, do you think it's good for you to be a teacher?"

"Talk about business." Li Mo glanced at Ke Feng slowly, with a reserved voice.

Ke Feng looked at Li Mo by the window,

Some people seem to be born to be the focus of attention, but they simply lean there, showing the pure and noble spirit like the breeze and bright moon. They raise their heads and lower their eyes, rigorous and cold, like a real aristocrat.

But such a person,

He is also proud, cold hearted and cruel.

Because the blood in such people's bones is cold.

"As a teacher, I don't beat around the bush with you. I just want to tell you one thing. Can you help take care of your younger martial sister in the future?" Ke Feng rarely came straight to the point. He sighed for the 189th time: "I've always been uneasy recently. I can see the destiny, measure the future, but I can't see her fate at all."

Li Mo lowered his eyes slightly, his fingertips gently knocked on the table, and his thin lips gently opened: "cold white?"

"Yes, who else can it be? She's the only one." Ke Feng didn't know what he thought and sighed again.