Matcha nodded seriously and solemnly quickly.

"What I'm talking about is from the bottom of my heart! I really admire you... If I had the ability like you, I wouldn't be driven out of the house like I am now, and be embarrassed!"

There may be something wrong with the expressive ability of words.

But her mind is absolutely true--

If Ling Luoyu could have half of Ling Luoyu's scheming and abilities, it is estimated that the poisonous woman would not succeed, and she would not end up with the slave ending like she is now!

"Girl, I said so, in fact...I want to worship you as a teacher..."

The matcha suddenly stopped Ling Luoyu from going, kneeling down suddenly.

"Master, take me..."

Feng Chenglin was still tall in his routine and talked about the mountains casually. He didn't expect matcha to kneel and kneel, staring at him for a moment, and subconsciously looking at Ling Luoyu.

"Three young masters?"

I walked the road well, I knelt when I said it! ?

Besides, they have had enough trouble, so why not accept any more disciples? !

Cha Mi took two quick steps, grabbed the matcha's arm, and pulled her up: "What are you doing?"

He didn't notice the matcha and was pulled up by him.

"You can control it!"

Throwing away Chami impatiently, Matcha was about to kneel again, but he stopped again.

"You are the princess of our scorpion clan, how can you...kneel down as soon as you can say, and also recognize a foreigner to be your master?"

"Princess?" Matcha laughed mockingly: "I am a slave now! A slave..."

"Don't quarrel!" Ling Luoyu raised his fingertips and interrupted the quarrel between the two: "First of all, I won't accept matcha girls as my disciples..."

Cha Mi quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"But... the little prince Chami, I am not her master, it does not mean that I will not contribute to her affairs!"

"I know what you are worried about... Give your life a way to live!" Ling Luoyu smiled and said, "This sentence, even if it is my warning to you!"

Give your way to life, make your own way!

Cha Mi muttered Ling Luoyu's words silently. On the surface, the clouds were light and windy, but there was a sudden storm in her heart

Does she know his thoughts? !

But along the way, he was a gentle and gentle face, and he had never been more than half a ferocious.

Even though it was an argument with matcha, there were no irritating words.

Even if he spoke with the language of the Shaman tribe, he tried his best to control his emotions.

Cha Mi quickly recalled her state after meeting Ling Luoyu in her mind, and more and more concluded that she was a gentle little milk dog. from

But why did Ling Luoyu look at him as if he was guarding against a hungry wolf! ?

Doesn't she know something?

Could it be a big one? !

Cha Mi looked at the tall man for the first time, and then he denied it again.

The dialogue between him and Feng Chenglin was completely under his control, and there was no unusual words.

So what is it that caused his relationship with Ling Luoyu to be so rigid? !

Ling Luoyu's direct refusal made Matcha quite disappointed, and the two-day trip was a bit sluggish.

In addition, Cha Mi did not want to reveal her face and identity, but chose the night name Lu, and her state was even more depressed.

As the beach approaches, Cha Mi's complexion gets better and better.

When he smelled the fishy smell of the sea, his eyes seemed to be beaten with chicken blood, very excited.

"Do you feel the... fresh smell? It's the smell of sea breeze..."