Bug Master In Doomsday

"Look, is this what a qualified Sect Master said?! If you say that you put the stall down, you will put the stall down. Doesn't this put the responsibilities and obligations of the sect in the eyes?!"

With a blessed slap on the armrests, ear-splitting shouts echoed throughout the conference hall. A thinner yellow-robed elder with a hesitant face approached him, and said cautiously: "Brother, want to No, I will invite Sect Master Cang Qing back, or the ancestor will definitely blame it."

When Cang Fu heard the words, he glanced at Cang Ji sideways, "Are you fainted? Even if the ancestor blamed us the most, we were fined a little more. It's great to go to a remote island to retreat, and he Cangqing? You can’t get rid of a crime of unfavorable management, don’t be afraid, what happened, big brother!"

Although Cangfu spoke a little bit, he was still very tolerant towards his own younger brother, and even a little bit of doting on the younger brother from his elder brother. He patted Cangji's shoulder comfortingly and stood on the wooden chair. He got up and left the hall with his hands behind his back, and the remaining dozen or so elders all looked at each other, and then dispersed without much words.

After the elders left, the inner disciples who had the largest number of people in this conference hall immediately started chattering, and their faces were more or less joyful.

With a one-tenth probability, the inner disciples selected to go to another world are basically dead and dead. Now that this situation has developed, they say that they are not happy.

Cang Rulong leaned back on the chair as if sleeplessly, listening to the noisy speech in his ears, his brows frowned slightly, in fact, his position was the most embarrassing when things had developed to this point.

In his heart he couldn't help but complain about his father. When his father stepped down as the Sect Master, wouldn't his status as the Young Sect Master become a big joke? !

He returned to an elegantly built courtyard with small bridges and flowing water with a heavy heart. Liu Yin, wearing a luxurious brocade-sleeved dress and a fresh chic bun, pinched her waist with a happy smile and rubbed her other hand. The already pregnant belly, with the help of the maid, walked out of the house.

She looked at the melancholy face of Cang Rulong who was approaching, the happy smile on Qiao's face faded by three points, her eyebrows seemed to be frowned, and a trace of worry in her eyes made some creases for him. In the corner of the Taoist robe, his tone was soft and said: "Did your husband encounter any difficulties...Can you talk to the slave family?"

Liu Yin waved her hand to the supporting maid beside her and motioned her to retreat, while she wrapped Cang Rulong's arms and walked to the wooden table and chairs beside the pond in the courtyard.

She sat down carefully, the snow-white catkin picked up the purple sand teapot and poured a cup of hot tea full of tea fragrance for Cang Rulong. Cang Rulong took the tea cup and looked at Liu Yin's autumn-like eyes on the opposite side, wailing. With a sigh, he told everything that happened in the conference hall.

I thought Liu Yin would sigh together after listening, but her frowning eyebrows stretched out after listening, and a smile reappeared on her slightly sad face, she gently stroked the sky. Rulong's cheeks, with a sweet smile, nodded the center of his eyebrows with a white finger.

"My husband, you are so stupid, why don't you see the intention of your father? He doesn't want you to go to another world to die, so he deliberately impulsive, he still loves more than the position of the sovereign You only son."

Cang Rulong's whole body shook suddenly when he heard this. He was really fascinated by the authorities. At this time, Liu Yin clicked on his words and recalled his father's words and deeds in the conference hall. Suddenly, many thoughts came from his mind. There is something coming out... Maybe my father is in the next big chess game!