Wu Tong was stunned by lightning, "What did you say? Lurking?"

Is it meant to monitor?

Murong Yiyu said earnestly, "Tong'er, that Miss An is a dangerous person, moody, extremely skilled in martial arts, and has no good impression of the entire Central Plains martial arts world. I have to suspect that she is a little demon girl from the Western Regions and has the ambition to dominate the Central Plains martial arts world."

He looked serious and upright, as if this was the truth.

He directly put a bad intention on Mu Jiyue and refused to accept refutation.

Wu Tong has always respected him as a god, but he cannot accept such a remark.

"No, she's not that kind of person."

The girl was proud and domineering, conceited and self-centered, but frank and frank, and was a very good girl.

A person is like martial arts, shining like a meteor, making it impossible to ignore her existence.

Murong Yi's heart was so sank, and he didn't expect that he had such a good impression of that woman.

"You know people, but not your heart. How long have you known her? Tong'er, I know you have been a kind and honest child since childhood. You never doubt others with malicious intentions. But you have to know that the people in this world are too complicated..."

It is a good thing or a bad thing to be too pure.

Although there is no need to worry about him deceiving the world and destroying the ancestors, he is easily deceived.

In fact, among all the disciples, he is the most optimistic about Wu Tong. He is talented and can learn from it and learn from it. He is the best martial arts among all the disciples.

He is also very filial, friendly to his fellow brothers, and has a deep affection for Qingqing, which is perfect.

However, it is really not a good thing to be too pure in the world of intrigue.

How dare he betroth his daughter to him?

He thought countless times, but he did not show his face and still looked at his beloved disciple lovingly.

A faint sadness surged in Wu Tong's heart, I don't know who it was for.

"Master, Miss An is just a willful girl with no such great ambitions."

I don't like it, yes, that's the feeling.

In the eyes of people in the martial arts world, the position of the leader of the martial arts world is glory and the most prominent position.

But in An Si's eyes, it may not be that others look down on it.

Murong Yi frowned, "You, will she admit her ambitions in person? That person is too dangerous."

Such peerless martial arts are a threat in itself.

Either use it for him or eliminate it.

Wu Tong did not agree with his idea and argued, "But she did not kill us."

Murong Yi looked at an ignorant child, "That was her other intention, playing hard to get. Maybe there was a shocking conspiracy waiting for us. Tong'er, this made me very uneasy. I'm not willing to die, but I can't bear to suffer my family and friends. Do you have the heart to bear it?"

He was very concerned about reasoning, putting facts on his own, and trying hard to influence his disciples.

However, Wu Tong looked over blankly, "There may not be a conspiracy."

Murong Yi talked for a long time and had no effect at all. He really wanted to slap him.

But, he is the most kind master, how can he do it?

He suppressed the anger and coaxed softly, "So, you should lurk to her and control her dynamics at any time. Tong'er, Master will not harm you."

For a person with higher martial arts skills than him, he can only be smart and not fight hard.

Everyone has weaknesses, no matter how good your martial arts are, you are still a human being!

With his mind, it is absolutely fine to take down a teenage girl.

When he thought of the peerless martial arts, he was so excited that he was all over his body, and he wanted to have it immediately.

The sounds of Tong'er, coupled with a serious and helpless expression, made Wu Tong's heart soften. "Master, my heart is very confused, let me think about it."

Murong Yi frowned quietly, patted his shoulder, and advised with kind words, "You think about it slowly, don't let me down."

In the empty and deserted room, sighs came after sigh, which lasted for a long time.

Wu Tong lay idle on the bed, worried, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt the more painful his head was.

He couldn't figure out why Miss An was a bad guy?

She is just a little arrogant, willful, has a higher martial arts skills, a stronger temper, and has not done anything that is harmful to the world.

Where did the master see that there is danger?

Anyway, he didn't see it, he only saw her loneliness and helplessness, and a faint coolness.

She was a very strange girl, but he had an inexplicable affection for her.

"Dongdong." A knock on the door was heard, accompanied by a sweet and soft sound.

"Brother Tong, can I come in?" It's Murong Qingqing!

Wu Tong's spirit was shocked, and he turned over and brushed his sloppy head and clothes, "Come in."

Murong Qingqing pushed the door open and smiled sweetly, wearing a pink and tender gauze dress, like a beautiful little fairy.

Wu Tong took her to a chair by the window and sat down, poured her a cup of hot tea, and her movements were natural and thoughtful.

Taking care of her has become a habit.

Murong Qingqing took a sip of tea and felt sweet in her heart. Brother Tong was the most sincere to her.

She glanced at him shyly, her little face turned red, "Brother Tong, did I hear that my father promised our marriage?"

Wu Tong's heart was shocked, and the teacup in his hand almost flew out, panicked, "Do you... don't like it?"

He didn't dare to look her in the eyes, nervous and cramped.

Murong Qingqing was secretly happy and glanced at him shyly, "No, I like it, Brother Tong, I'm very happy to marry you."

Although he is not the most ideal partner, he does not have the domineering and masculine spirit, he is better at knowing the truth and considerate to her.

What my father said makes sense. Such a husband is easy to control and he will live a comfortable life.

Wu Tong was overjoyed and pulled her arm excitedly, smiling, "Qingqing, I will treat you very well."

"I believe in you." Murong Qingqing's smile became sweeter and more complacent. An Si did not threaten her, and Brother Tong looked down on such a girl.

Her eyes rolled, "By the way, why don't you want to help your father stare at that woman?"

"I..." Wu Tong was stunned. Why did she mention this matter too?

Before he could figure it out, Murong Qingqing raised his pretty face and asked aggressively, "Do you like her?"

Wu Tong was panicked and waved his hand, "No, don't guess, Qingqing, you should know my heart for you."

Although she has been very willful, ignorant, and has no cultivation these days, his feelings for her have not changed, and he knows that she is kind inside.

Murong Qingqing thought of her father's explanation, and her mind turned a few times. A hint of blush appeared on her face. She said hesitantly, "I know that my performance these days is very poor, not generous enough, and embarrassing. Actually... I am very jealous of her."

She said this sentence in difficulty, feeling very aggrieved.

Yes, it's jealousy!
Chapter completed!