Dongliu just beat up like this.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and he couldn't help but stroke his forehead.

At this moment, he actually didn't care much about how stupid his senior brothers were, but couldn't help but want to reflect on whether he was stupider?

Even with such a low-level trick, they dare to show off in front of their master. Do they completely treat them as idiots?

Dongliu sighed softly, raised his hand and looked at his hand. His five fingers were slender and fair. Because of his love of beauty, his nails also grew longer. They were neatly tidy and cleanly taken care of, and they looked delicate.

Dongliu raised his hand and came to his face, and a stinging pain came. He pulled the hair on his temples and hurriedly ran into the hall: "Master! Master!"

Yilan Palace Li suddenly became quiet.

Dongliu ran to Donghua's bed and knelt down: "Master, senior brother..."

Donghua stared at the blood marks on his face without saying a word, his eyes were chilling, and the evil and dangerous aura was accompanied by a sinister voice that poured out of the corners of his lips: "What's going on?"

"I, I..." Dongliu's frightened eyes turned red like a rabbit, "The eldest brother stopped me on the mountain and insisted on not letting me go. I was afraid that the master would blame him, so he started to fight with him, and then... "

The boy next to him was already stiff and looked at him in a daze, his face pale.

"Master, don't be angry, I know I'm wrong." Dongliu looked pale and said in a panic. "I... I'll serve Master now..."

He turned his head and found someone next to him. Dongliu was stunned, and then he said as if he knew it, "Senior Brother Fourth, why are you here?"

The fourth senior brother Cui Danqing opened his mouth in difficulty, not knowing how to react: "I..."

"Is it Master who asked you to come?" Dongliu frowned and turned to look at Donghua, "Master?"

Donghua leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes were dark and unfathomable, "Get out."

You will know who this sentence is targeting.

But Dongliu seemed to have not understood it, shrunk in panic and subconsciously rolled out, but Donghua's sinister voice sounded: "You dare to go out for a step, your legs will be broken."

Dongliu's body froze instantly. After Cui Danqing was around him, he carefully returned to the bed and knelt: "Master."

Donghua waved to him.

Dongliu did not dare to resist, so he had to turn his face over.

"The acting skills are good, and the scratches are also very good." Donghua's voice was gentle, and it made him shudder for no reason. "Take a scheming in front of me? Hum?"

A slap in the face, Dongliu's face was slapped, and his five finger marks were printed on the scars that scratched his nails.

Dongliu knelt quietly, without refuting, but his face became more and more pale.

Although it hurts a little, it just hurts a little.

From the force of the slap, he could tell that the master was not really angry, so he whispered and aggrievedly: "Can they frame me together, can't I fight back?"

Donghua had no dark eyes, and he reached out to raise his chin: "Counterattack? Is it a stupid way to use this self-harm?"

Stupid way?

Dongliu sneered in his heart. Compared to what his master gave him, what is this injury?

But I must not show any dissatisfaction on my face.

Dongliu whispered: "How can you make your master feel sorry if you don't do this?"

Besides, Master has so many good medicines in his hand, and he has suffered such serious injuries before and has not left any scars after taking medicine for treatment. This injury will soon be left without any trace.

However, Dongliu thought it would be great if he could really ruin this face.

Beauty has been very poor since ancient times.

This sentence is the same when used on men. It is really not good to be too good-looking. If he is tall and rough, he would not believe that his master would be so perverted to him.

This thought flashed through my heart, and Dongliu couldn't help but start to get ready.

Yes, if this face can be made ugly, will Master lose interest in him?

"What are you trying to do?" A cold and dangerous voice sounded in my ears, and Dongliu shivered with coldness. He quickly calmed down all his thoughts and looked up at Donghua, "I didn't have any idea... I have a question to ask the teacher."

Donghua's tone was cold and handsome: "Say."

"Master accepts apprentices, is it just looking at the appearance?" Dongliu frowned. "Those senior brothers are simply stupid and stupid, and their brains are not good enough. I can't understand why Master accepted them at all."

Donghua was silent for a moment and said carelessly: "I'm stupid and stupid, and I'm not good at using my brain. What's the difference between these statements?"

Dongliu was stunned, but he didn't expect his focus to be here.

After thinking carefully, he replied in a good way: "I said they were stupid, which means they were stupid, and they said they were stupid, which means they dared to come up and find fault if they couldn't even tell the situation. They didn't have enough brains... Anyway, the meaning is the same, just stupid and stupid."

Donghua doesn't comment.

But Dongliu didn't care too much.

After all, Master had said that those people were "unclassy things", but it was obvious that Master didn't take them seriously at all. Moreover, Master's temperament was unstable and he was used to doing things. Who knew what he was thinking about?

Dongliu served him to dress and shoes, and to wash with his body. Then he heard Donghua's tone lightly: "Nan Si is here."

ah?

Dongliu was stunned: "Master?"

Donghua reached out and tweaked the slightly messy hair in his ear back, "She is pregnant."

Dongliu was silent, frowning slightly.

"After breakfast, you go and give them a divination." Donghua said calmly, "If you calculate it wrong, I can't spare you."

Dongliu was silent for a moment, and suddenly a bad feeling came to his heart.

Is Nan Si pregnant?

What does this mean to her?

Thinking of the words she had said before, Dongliu frowned and couldn't help but start to feel worried.

After breakfast, Dongliu bathed incense and went to the divination room.

His magical cultivation is much worse than that of Donghua. It is difficult to calculate the fate of others at will outside the hexagram room. Only by entering the purest hexagram room can he calculate the fate of certain specific people.

After staying in the hexagram room for a whole hour, his face was slightly pale when it flowed out. It was caused by the loss of spirit and nothing serious was the result of divination, but the result of his eyebrows frowned, and his heart was covered with a layer of haze that could not be removed.

"Master." Returning to Yilan Palace, he saw the man leaning on the brocade bed, his voice slightly tightened, "Nan Si..."

Donghua seemed to know the results of his divination, and his tone was faint: "They didn't belong here at all."

"But the child in her belly..."

Donghua didn't say anything.

Dongliuqiqi walked over in a vain and knelt on his legs: "Master should have a way to resolve it, right?"

"There's no way." Donghua said lightly, "I am not an omnipotent god."

Dongliu remained silent.

Donghua lifted his chin: "You care about her."
Chapter completed!