Chapter 112: Master

Chapter 112 Master

The ghost squinted and touched the two beards on the mouth and said: "Who is! Who is it! Who dares to steal the apprentice with Lao Tzu!"

After everyone heard that the night Qingling refused to visit the ghosts, those who understood the identity of the ghosts were all smashed to the night.

Can't believe your ears.

Someone refused to be a disciple of a ghost!

How many people are smashing their scalp and want to worship under the ghost door?

Can be helpless, ghosts are weird, moody, even the dean can not control him, how can not accept the apprentice.

Such a good opportunity, the night fell and gave up?

One by one speculated that the master who was at night was able to let the night clear and refuse to sneak a ghost, and would not betray the teacher.

The night was just to lift up the charming, and looked at the direction of Emperor Xu Xuan, and immediately regained his sight.

She did not say a word, but this move is like a stone, falling into the calm water, setting off a huge wave.

"Master of Miss Seven... is actually the Emperor?"

"No wonder... The Emperor of the Dragon will not see the end of the Emperor will appear here! Also special for the Miss Seven to find a fan of fire!"

"The trough! There is the master of Emperor Zun, and it is me, and I will not betray the teacher!"

As long as it is related to Di Mo Xuan, everything is impossible, and it becomes possible.

It’s like a night of waste disposal for more than a decade, suddenly becoming so powerful.

It is like the night clearing can pass the most complicated ten assessments.

Everything is taken for granted.

"Rely on! Emperor Zunzi! Actually you are robbed in front of Laozi!" Ghostly blows the beard.

Emperor Zunzi?

All around, the sound of cold air was heard.

This...I am afraid that only a ghost, can you dare to call the emperor?

The lazy man slowly sat up straight.

The narrow eyes and the slender fingers seem to be unconsciously playing with the rings between the fingers, and the curvature of the red lips rises, revealing a few evils.

Just a glimpse of it, still in the indignant ghosts of the sleeves, the arrogance of the moment is gone.

He pleaded with a white robe and squirted a cold air in his nose: "Well! If you don't accept this girl, you won't accept it! I will accept the younger brother of this girl. She will see Laozi, so I will call a teacher!" ”

After that, the ghost touched the nose, and looked back at the night with a look of disappointment: "Little girl, you wait, wait for Laozi to defeat the Emperor, and I will take you back!"

"..." At night, the corner of the mouth is twitching.

The ghosts’ obsession with accepting her as a disciple is too deep.

"Little nerd, come over." Di Mo Xuan suddenly raised his hand and waved in the direction of the night.

Little child?

What the hell!

This time, the night clearing eyes also followed the convulsions.

She bit hardened her scalp and walked away with her life. She was afraid that Emperor Mo Xuan would stage a drama that "but it will come."

Turned over to the main auditorium, and the night clearing station was set in front of Di Mo Xuan.

Di Mo Xuan Chao reached out and patted her legs: "Little, sit here."

The appearance of the two people, so that the people around the chin fell to the ground.

Previously they were guessing that Emperor Xu Xuan was the master of the night.

That Emperor Mo Xuan is now screaming "the little child" in public, this is not to admit it...