Brag a Little, and I Have to Go to Jail?

Yun Yao's body was drawn tight, and she stood at the right with a deeply guilty conscience.

"Yao'er, I heard from Big Senior that you've been plotting something with that rebel disciple lately. You aren't planning to scheme against your master, are you?!"

"Master, listen to my explanation..."

The master and disciple stood squeezed together, blue on the left and red on the right, skulking about like Good Sisters made by Heaven itself.

In truth, their relationship as master and disciple should have had a little more of that sisterly element to begin with.

Lin Heng liked dresses with a touch of purple. To avoid indulging her rebel disciple's fetish, Meng Yutong had been wearing a blue silk dress lately, not knowing that this only made people want to tear it apart even more.

In the middle of the street, a dark figure appeared where the women had parted ways and drew a deep breath.

"Hua Qi, would you say my luck is good or bad!? They wanted to avoid me, yet I keep catching them red-handed... My junior brother is probably somewhere nearby as well."

Ye Tian spoke blandly, with noticeably less agitation in his tone than before.

He had once been easily angered, but now he had clearly improved a great deal.

"Don't ask me such questions. I won't offer you advice or reminders. Do whatever you want!"

Hua Qi's calm, unruffled voice came from the jade pendant.

She had already tried to persuade him many times and was long exhausted. Today, he had run into Master and Senior Sister again. She did not know whether to call it a cursed entanglement or fate.

Fine words could not persuade a ghost bent on dying. If Ye Tian wanted to court death, she would no longer interfere.

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