Luo Qingyu didn't look at his face, but just turned his head and said, "No, I just don't want to pretend to be someone else."

Fake hands others?

Indra's eyes became even darker, and he looked at her: "So in your eyes, I am always someone else?"

The sound was slow, with a hint of coldness.

"Uh--you are my master. Master, when will you teach me kung fu?" Luo Qingyu's heart jumped and quickly changed the topic.

Indra looked at her quietly for a while: "You just want to learn kung fu?"

"Of course!" Luo Qingyu answered without hesitation.

The strong people in this world are respected. Only when she stands at the top can she not be almost burned to death like she is today!

She looked at the almost expressionless face of Di Shiyin, and then said, "Disciple is so skilled, Master, there is light on your face, right?"

Di Shiyin looked at her deeply, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "Very good! Qingyu, it is not easy to be my disciple..."

Luo Qingyu fought a cold war for no reason, and always felt that he seemed to have something in his words.

She made a convincing thought: "Since others can do it, I will definitely do it. As long as--"

She looked up at his eyes with a squinted light: "As long as the master can teach me like he does to other disciples!"

During the days she followed him, she had been crawling the ice mushrooms and copying those damn documents (or documents she sold herself!). How could she learn real kung fu?

Like other disciples?

Di Shiyin looked at her quietly for a while, and finally nodded slightly: "Okay, I promise you for my teacher."

He turned around and said, "Then let's go."

"Master, where are we going?" For some reason, Indra finally agreed to her happily, but Luo Qingyu felt inexplicably palpitations. He was stunned, shook his head, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

What happened to me recently? I am always worried about gains and losses...

Could it be that my aunt has just arrived and she is in a bad mood?

She didn't want to analyze her mood anymore, so she followed God's Shiyin's footsteps.

"Snow Valley." Indra did not say three words back.

The two stayed in Xuelan Valley for three more days, and as usual, they refine elixirs during the day and return to the city to stay at night.

During these three days, Di Shiyin never bothered her again. When they were resting in the evening, they also wanted two guest rooms.

Sleeping in separate rooms is like a real master and apprentice.

The fire in that inn did not cause much storm in Wanling Kingdom. It is said that the government investigated there for a long time as if it were decent, and finally said that the kitchen accidentally caused the fire. It was all over if it posted a fire notice.

There were so many people who were killed in vain and no one came out to say a fair word to them. Priest Jinghao was still the noble priest, going up and down every day, as always.

Princess Mengyue was still so arrogant and domineering. She saw a man she liked on the street, but she still snatched it away. No one dared to stand up and stop it. Nothing changed.
Chapter completed!