Chapter 242 (2/2)

There was a furnace pot, a long sword, and a few yellow blank papers.

Nan Xun was startled, this was… to perform magic?

The beautiful man in white robe suddenly spoke, “This art of calling the wind and rain is the supreme magic of Moran Hall. This Lord will demonstrate it to you once, how you learn later depends on your own talents.”

After this speech, Gong Moran walked to Gong Da’s small table.

Nan Xun thought there was nothing wrong with herself, but that fake immortal suddenly turned his head to look at her, and beckoned to her like a puppy. “Girl, come here.”

Nan Xun replied with an ah, and trotted over, blinking her big eyes at him, “My Lord, are you thirsty? Should I let someone make you a cup of tea?”

Gong Moran looked at her puppy-like appearance, and his silent eyes moved slightly. “Girl, come closer.”

Nan Xun stepped forward a little nervously, and walked up to him until she was far enough away for his hand to conveniently snap her neck apart.

“What should I do ah, Little Eight, I don’t feel anything good from this.”

“Gee, it’s fine, just relax, there’s this grandpa here.”

After Nan Xun came, Gong Moran suddenly pulled her by her wrist and took her in front of the small table. Then, he stood behind her very closely, no more than half an inch. With his left hand resting on the edge of the table and his body leaning forward slightly, he encircled Nan Xun inside his arms. Then he raised his right arm and held Nan Xun’s right hand.

Those disciple’s eyes widened to the point that their eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, just like Nan Xun’s expression right now.

F*ck!

So closeee~!

She knew there was the smell of sandalwood incense on him, but she didn’t dare to get too close as it could make her a little drunk.

Hiss~

The sudden tingling sensation brought Nan Xun back to her senses. All the pink bubbles in her heart burst.

This scoundrel actually cut her finger with a blade, and then held her finger to draw a symbol on the blank yellow paper.

Nan Xun: …

Little Eight mumbled, “This grandpa actually just thought too much, let me just say, how could he brew soy sauce with you in front of this many people?”

Nan Xun was embarrassed to say that, in fact, she also thought too much just now.

Gong Moran drew a total of three pieces of talisman paper with her hand, but there was not enough blood in one finger, so he unceremoniously cut another one of her fingers.

Nan Xun: big b@stard!

Gong Moran finished using Nan Xun, patted her little head and said expressionlessly, “Go, stand aside.”

Nan Xun: …

Nan Xun held onto a large tree next to him, digging the bark with her intact hand with deep resentment in her heart.

What Nan Xun didn’t know was that, even that bit of contact he made just now almost made all the Moran Hall’s disciples go blind.

Lord State Teacher didn’t like touching outsiders, this was something that everyone in Moran Hall and even the palace knew of, but just now, the lord actually hugged this woman and held her hand!

Although it was to borrow that woman’s blood to draw symbols, their bodies definitely touched a-a-a-a!

There were so many disciples here, Gong Da stood the closest, why didn’t the lord use Gong Da’s blood?!