Sect master Sima knocked around again, but didn’t find anything unusual. As the saying goes, opportunities can be encountered but not sought. It seemed that they were all people who were not fated.
“Let’s go. This matter ends here. Zhuge Mo, you should secretly pay more attention to that Yun Yiyi in the future.”
Hall master Zhuge nodded in agreement. He thought in his heart, ‘Yun Yiyi, ah, Yun Yiyi, you better not have any bad intentions towards the sect. Otherwise, you will not be let off easily!’!
Hei xinjiu, who was being nagged by Hall Master Zhuge, was poking the little silver snake casually:
“What? It should be about time, right? Why hasn’t the gigolo woken up yet?”
“Don’t worry, master. Little Jingjing said that he will wake up completely soon. Are You Happy?”
Yun chujiu was of course very happy. She had slept exceptionally soundly that night.