Chapter 840 (2/2)

The crowd was happy at first. When they saw the headmaster's face, the expression on his face solidified instantly.

”Headmaster...”

”you won't really go on a blind date?”

”Looks like the blind date was successful?”

Ye Huan propped up his chin and said with a smile, ”I don't know which member of the family's daughter is in love with the headmaster?”

”Why don't you bring it back?”

”Dong ~” a heavy hammer fell on Ye Huan's head, and ye Huan Wei Qu Baba turned back and said, ”you're kidding me. What are you doing with me, elder martial brother?”

Xiao Tian made a silent gesture and pointed to his right hand. Ye Huan followed the gesture and saw Xue Wanqing looking at the headmaster with tearful eyes. He was so pitiful that the noisy hall suddenly became quiet.

Gu Zhong also saw it. He took out a small mirror and looked at it. He was scared and immediately explained, ”don't misunderstand it's a kiss. It's not true.”

Headmaster Gu is also helpless. The girls are so warm that they always touch his face with their hands. Even if they touch it, why do they still have lip prints.

Xue Wanqing bought a long leg and ran over and ran directly into the arms of the ancient headmaster. The disciples were immediately excited. They stood up straight and did not dare to move. However, they couldn't control their eyes and aimed at their martial uncle's face.

Fortunately, martial uncle is still the same as before? The leader and martial uncle have been declared?

To be reasonable, they are waiting to see the leader. What they are looking forward to most is the gossip about the leader and the martial uncle. If it can be achieved, it will definitely be good news that will make each of them happy for three days and can't sleep.

After all, the martial uncle was not in the sect all the time, and there were more and more rumors about the martial uncle. Not only Guzhong, Lin Xiao and Lin Chen, the original disciples of the sect, had always regarded the martial uncle and the leader as the most important backbone of the school. The abnormality of the martial uncle also made them feel uneasy.

Only when the leader and martial uncle get married quickly and get married, can they feel at ease completely, but the leader seems to have Princess YuefengIt's not a problem. It's over if both of them marry.

It's just that they all ignored a problem. Xue is also the leader's gossip girlfriend... Or... Together?

However, in this case, some people may say that, in fact, younger martial sister he and the headmaster have a strong sense of CP, and her strange disease was cured by the headmaster himself.

And younger martial Sister Zhang... Younger martial Sister Li, don't you like what the leader likes, don't you?

In short, during the absence of headmaster Gu, his disciples have arranged for him many headmaster's wives in private.

Looking at the tearful little Wanqing, Gu Zhong had a heartache on her face. She put her arms around her proud person, patted her back and said, ”don't cry. Don't listen to their nonsense. What kind of blind date do I have time to do that? I'd like to fly back to see you immediately.”

Xiaowanqing nodded, rubbed a snot on the clothes of the ancient headmaster, and said with tears: ”the headmaster hasn't come back for such a long time, has Wan Qing been forgotten for a long time?”

This scene dazzled everyone, especially some disciples in the outer courtyard. Their eyes were staring straight and they thought they were dreaming.

Is this a talented Dan master who immerses himself in the alchemy Pavilion all day long to develop high-quality pills with peculiar effects for them? Are you sure it's not a concubine from the prince's house?

How many disciples lingered outside the alchemy Pavilion all day, just to have an opportunity to meet with master Banyue, who did not come out for half a month.

However, at this time, the master of banyuedan was crying in the head's arms. He could only say that he was sour. Could you hear the heartbreaking voice of countless young men?

In the arms of the beauty sobbing repeatedly, the cry of young men? What the hell?