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Chapter 140-The Devil X
Cen Simiao suddenly saw something wrong in her eyes, and then panicked. She bit her lower lip, her body trembled, and she seemed very scared.
Bai Muzhi stood there, feeling alienated all over, making people afraid to approach. His eyes fell on Cen Simiao, as if looking at an ant.
The look between his brows is particularly indifferent.
Cen Simiao hung her head quickly, her thin white neck exposed to the air, and the light shining on it became even more white. She couldn't help crying, the calculation on her face just now was no longer visible.
She was as helpless as a child.
Let people see the bottom at a glance.
Bai Muzhi retracted his gaze, constricted his eyes and continued to move forward. As he passed by Cen Simiao, a gust of wind blew, and he frowned slightly and saw Cen Simiao's tulle-like skirt floating on him.
Really disgusted.
Cen Simiao stretched out her arm, but the wind continued to blow, and her sleeves blew up, revealing her skin. She ignored her, leaning forward, and the plumpness of her chest immediately made Bai Muzhi's eyes full of eyes.
The coldness in his eyes loosened slightly.
Cen Simiao didn't notice it, and hurriedly pulled the skirt back. She did not dare to lift her head, shrank her shoulders, aggrieved and very pitiful.
"I...I knew it was wrong, please forgive the slave's stupidity."
The voice was crying, and the whole person was wilted.
Bai Muzhi doesn't like people who play tricks. It should be said that he is extremely disgusted. But Cen Simiao is different. She looks and behaves in front of the twitches, so she has to tell you generously.
This stupidity makes him feel interesting.
Bai Muzhi's voice was cold: "Tear off the skirt."
Cen Simiao's eyes widened, tears still hanging on her cheeks, and she looked up at him, Bai Muzhi's expression was still indifferent, and the coldness in her eyes made her bow again.
Her hands were shaking, she was extremely shy, and her cheeks were flushed. have been hesitating and dare not tear. And also glanced at Bai Muzhi from time to time.
Impatientness gradually grew between his eyebrows.
Cen Simiao suddenly began to flustered, clenching his teeth, closing his eyes, and cruel.
"ββBang La" sounded.
The soft tulle was torn apart, and she knelt on the ground, revealing half of her thin white calves, quite alluring. His cheeks became more and more red, and his body was tense, helpless.
Bai Muzhi's expression returned to calm, and his lips pressed. He glanced at his clothes and wanted to go back and change them. No longer looking at Cen Simiao, he left.
Looking at his back, Cen Simiao sighed.
Anxious.
Furthermore, there was no show, and she ruined a veil.
Cen Simiao went back to start the fire again.
She was humiliated and coughing constantly from the smoke. Although Bai Muzhi was waiting to see her, he didn't show it at all, he was still cold.
She even said something in front of her.
Cen Simiao was rather discouraged.
And there is no chance to meet Bai Muzhi by chance, she can only wait for the opportunity.
Until later, the maid in Bai Muzhi's room suddenly fell ill, and the manager came back to pick someone up, Cen Simiao was very wink, and secretly passed the silver she had passed over.
The person in charge is not short of money. In his eyes, this is nothing compared to fly legs. The most important thing is courtesy. Cen Simiao is quite sensible in doing this.
Furthermore, Cen Simiao did not spend much time getting close to people like them.
The manager had chosen her like this, but Bai Muzhi's words from behind the rockery a few days ago left him with lingering fears.
"How can you be such a stupid person."
Listening to this, you don't need to think about it, you know Bai Muzhi is bored with her.
So Guan Er hesitated again and again, and dare not make a decision. Cen Simiao knew what he was thinking, so he leaned over and said in a low voice: "If the leader really looks down on me, how can I save my life to this day."
The manager froze for a moment.
Cen Simiao got his wish and entered Bai Muzhi's room.
She was not qualified enough to go to the back room and wait for Bai Muzhi, so she could only do some tasks of cleaning the house. Fortunately, she met Bai Mu again.
She was cleaning in the yard that day, when Bai Muzhi came out of the house, a group of maids hurriedly bowed down and bowed. He didn't hear anything, and didn't react at all.
However, Cen Simiao was half a beat slower, and when they finished speaking, she spoke softly.
Bai Muzhi's footsteps stopped, with doubts in his eyes, he turned to look at Cen Simiao. The maids were puzzled, they all secretly glanced at Cen Simiao, only to find that she raised her head, with a bit of shyness: "Master, do you remember the slaves?"
The maids were surprised, this was too bold, and they took the initiative to speak to the leader.
Bai Muzhi's eyes gradually darkened. After looking at her for a while, his brows moved: "Take all your careful thoughts away and don't be stupid again."
The maids were waiting for him to order Cen Simiao to leave.
Cen Simiao wanted to cry, biting her lower lip tightly, trying to explain, but seeing him look cold, she turned around, the clothes swayed before her eyes, and stepped forward.
No anger, just a word.
The maids didn't react for a while, still kneeling on the ground, with different thoughts.
Taking the opportunity of cleaning, Cen Simiao quietly entered Bai Muzhi's bedroom. There was no stove in it, and it was chilly. And the bed is still close to the window, and it is not closed every day when go to bed.
No wonder he looks so ugly.
She inquired about it and learned that Bai Muzhi couldn't see the flames, and when she saw it, she had a headache and was especially uncomfortable. I'm afraid it has something to do with the fact that when he was young, the former leader burnt down his house.
Bai Muzhi would rather be frozen every winter than burning charcoal in the house.
Cen Simiao pondered for a long time, spent a lot of effort to build a stove, and put it outside the room. This place happened to be the foot of Bai Muzhi's bed.
He ran several times to get charcoal fire.
Particularly heavy.
She accidentally ran into Bai Muzhi, and she almost touched his clothes again. Cen Simiao quickly knelt down holding the charcoal fire, Bai Muzhi glanced at her, curled the corners of her lips, but with a cold expression between her brows: "Don't let me see you again."
She knelt down without looking up.
For several nights, Cen Simiao stayed outside the house to light a fire.
Across a wall, it doesn't matter whether he feels warm or not, the purpose is to let him notice these things she did in the future.
The maids in Xuyoujiao began to catch wind and cold one after another, and they are usually in good health at home, but coming here is like being uncomfortable. But the maid in Bai Muzhi's house was fine, and there was a shortage of manpower elsewhere.
Liu Wushao is a decent disciple. When he was young, he played in the same village with Bai Muzhi. But then Bai Muzhi's family suffered a disaster, and a group of decent people went to the village to investigate the matter.
Liu Wushao worshipped one of them as a teacher at that time.
It was discovered that Bai Muzhi had been robbed by the false travel teaching, but those people did not dare to do it, but said in the arena that they were trying their best to save Bai Muzhi.
Later, Bai Muzhi killed the former leader and got the position of leader.
This group of people began to make a fuss, clamoring for Bai Muzhi to resign from the title of leader.
There shouldn't be such a harsh sect of Xuyoujiao.
Bai Muzhi ignored them, they still dared not do anything like they did before, and sent Liu Wuzheng to persuade them. Liu Wushao was taught so hard that he opened his mouth and kept his mouth shut to hold the world in mind and not to do evil.
Bai Muzhi thought of his old love, settled him down, and didn't say much to him. Still spreading, Liu Wushao can leave whenever he wants.
Bai Muzhi really missed his childhood, and even felt soft towards Liu Wushao, and did not defend him. Liu Wushao also treated him very well. He never had any bad thoughts. He just wanted to persuade Bai Muzhi to stop being the leader.
But later he listened to Master's words, as long as Bai Muzhi was killed, he would surely become famous in the arena, and his status in the sect would be improved a lot.
The most important thing is that Bai Muzhi is the leader of Xuyoujiao, get rid of what he deserves, and do harm to the people.
After dispelling the guilt in Liu Wushao's heart, he really killed Bai Muzhi.
Liu Wushao is still living in Xuyoujiao now. The maid only needs to serve him every evening when he is studying and pour tea next to him. The rest of the time does not need to be there.
But the maid serving him fell ill. Cen Simiao took the initiative to tell the steward that she was going to serve him. When the evening was over, she would return to Bai Muzhi here.
Liu Wushao's room was very warm, and the charcoal fire was flourishing. He sat behind his desk and flipped through the books. Cen Simiao fiddled with the charcoal basin a few times, and then gently placed a plate of snacks.
He took it seriously, and occasionally pinched a piece to eat.
Cen Simiao moved her brows, picked up a snack with her fingertips, and put it on his lips. Liu Wushao didn't notice it, and subconsciously opened her mouth and took a bite.
After chewing for a long time, realized something was wrong.
Liu Wushao frowned instantly, seeming to be a little angry: "You don't want to be like this, just wait a while to pour the tea."
Cen Simiao was not anxious or annoyed, and was very gentle: "Is it good for you to spare me this time?"
He was still unhappy, holding the book in his hand and continuing to look at it.
After waiting for a while, Cen Simiao still fed him a snack. Liu Wushao became more and more angry: "What are you doing!"
Cen Simiao lowered her head, a little aggrieved, and pursed her lips: "Serve the son."
He got a cold face: "No need."
Cen Simiao didn't move any more.
But Liu Wushao couldn't calm down no matter what, the voice of turning the book became louder, and there was a cold expression between his eyebrows. Inadvertently glanced at Cen Simiao, her body trembling, her head hung, and she bit her lower lip lightly.
A particularly pitiful look.
He was a little uncomfortable for no reason. He reached out for the tea cup, but accidentally knocked it over. The hot tea was about to flow out. Cen Simiao rushed over and hugged the book on the desk in his arms.
The back of his hand was flushed with tea.
She couldn't help exclaiming.
Liu Wushao stood up, frowning, she handed the book over, splashed with a drop of tea from the corner of the book, resisting the pain on the back of her hand, and said to herself, "I blame it for nothing."
Liu Wushao looked at her with a weird look: "It's just a book, why should it be so?"
Cen Simiao looked down at the back of his hand. He held her wrist to check the injury. It was already red and about to swell. Liu Wushao frowned, with a slight irritation: "Just for a book?"
Cen Simiao raised her head with tears in her eye sockets, her eyelashes trembled, and tears fell to her cheeks. She bit her lower lip in pity, "It hurts."
Clenched her wrist tightly.