Vows from Twilight Chapter 8

"Oh, this is still a bit difficult, and it still tests your character."

When Elder Qi recited a sentence or showed something on it, Thatcher Feng would say: "Oh", "Yes," and "Well, this is actually not difficult", "Actually, it can still be like this..."

Elder Qi once again heard Thatcher Feng say: "That's very good, but this place can be explained more concisely. It should be..." He couldn't help but said angrily: "Thatcher Feng!"

Thatcher Feng was so frightened that she couldn't help but use strength to hold the page. She heard a "tearing" sound, and most of the page was torn off.

He stretched out his hand to cover it up, pretending that nothing happened, "Tweet, twitch, tweet, what's going on?"

Elder Qi thought that Thatcher Feng had changed today and did not fall asleep in class, but now he deliberately disturbed him in class! It can be seen that he has no reflection at all and refuses to change despite repeated admonitions. Now he still looks uninformed, which makes him look unreasonable!

When Elder Qi saw Thatcher Feng looking at him with an innocent face, he became angry and said, "You contradicted the teacher and disturbed the order. From today onwards, you can reflect behind closed doors and come back to see me in half a month!"

Thatcher Feng, who felt that he was taking the class seriously and performing actively: "?"

Thatcher Feng felt that he could still redeem himself, "Old man Qi, I came to class sincerely today."

When Elder Qi heard this address, he became angry and said angrily: "Get out of here right now!"

So Thatcher Feng had no choice but to leave in despair.

Xiao Rong was sleeping in the grass under the eaves when she had nothing to do. She heard the grumpy old man calling Thatcher Feng's name loudly there again.

It scratched its head twice, covered its ears and continued sleeping, only to be kicked on its belly the next second.

I didn't use much force, but I just felt very unhappy when I was kicked awake while sleeping.

She was originally unhappy when she was forced to get up early to come to school, but ended up being scolded for no apparent reason. Thatcher Feng didn't like anyone, "Sleep, sleep, sleep. You know how to sleep. Why don't you wait until I die to continue sleeping."

The little banyan's ears shrank because of fear, its upper limbs were close to its body, and it held out its belly, looking innocent.

"Why are you pretending to be cute? I won't do that." Thatcher Feng looked at Xiao Rong with disdain, but his hand unconsciously touched Xiao Rong's belly.

Sure enough, feathers heal everything...

He picked up the little banyan and rubbed it everywhere, muttering, "Smelly old man, wait for me and I'll pull it out tonight..."

"Thatcher Feng," Yan Hui called him coldly from behind.

Thatcher Feng was startled. He immediately hid Xiaorong behind his back with a guilty conscience and turned to look at the visitor. He secretly cursed the person behind his back but was caught by the fairy. He was a little incoherent: "Master...Master, what a coincidence. Are you coming to enjoy the flowers today?"

Yan Hui did not answer, but looked at the snow on the ground.

He also knew how ridiculous his words were in this situation, but how could Thatcher Feng be the person who was embarrassed in front of the fairy? He turned his head and came up with a suitable saying: "Appreciating snowflakes in winter, what Master said I'm so interested that I won't nag you, Master, and I'll leave now!"

He spoke the last two sentences very fast, hugging Xiaorong and preparing to run away.

Yan Hui's spiritual power was faster than his, and a cage made of magic appeared out of thin air, trapping Thatcher Feng in place.

In the past, when I saw fairies, they always looked gentle and gentle. How could they suddenly arrest people like this?

Could it be that he discovered his identity as a demon? He heard that there are endless methods of torture in the human world, wouldn’t he be about to experience it today?

"What are you running for?" When Yan Hui saw Thatcher Feng being secretive, his tone became colder: "What are you holding?"

Thatcher Feng just woke up at this moment. Why was he just running with a dog in his arms? But what if the master says that he is not doing his job and playing with dogs outside...

Facing Yan Hui's increasingly cold gaze, Thatcher Feng made a gesture to Xiao Rong with his hands behind his back. After confirming that it was correct, he came out holding the nine-inch-long little yellow dog in his hands.

Little Rong stuck out her tongue, her limbs and tail drooped naturally, her chest did not rise and fall, and she looked lifeless.

"I was serious in class today and was kicked out by Elder Qi. When I turned around, I saw this dog freezing to death in the snow... I came here to erect a tomb for him."

Thatcher Feng sobbed, but there were no tears in his eyes. He knew very well that he didn't look real this time. He stretched out his hand and pretended to wipe away the tears, but in fact, he pinched his cheek hard in secret, and then the pain flowed out. A few tears.

Yan Hui was tall and tall, and Thatcher Feng lowered his head to do this, so Yan Hui naturally didn't notice it.

Looking at it from this angle, I saw that the cheap apprentice he had just accepted actually shed two tears.

"You..." Yan Hui didn't know what to say when he saw this, so he had to put the cage away, his posture a little stiff: "You... don't cry, I will investigate the matter clearly. "

Thatcher Feng took this opportunity to continue outputting: "Master... I just feel that this frozen puppy is my fate. I don't know what I did wrong... I won't do it anymore." Say something more, I'll take this poor puppy and leave with me."

After saying that, Thatcher Feng turned around and hugged Xiao Rong and ran towards his residence. Yan Hui rarely dealt with these matters, so he had no choice but to watch him run away.

Is it so troublesome to take on an apprentice?

Little Rong was petite and had beautiful hair, but it turned out to be a solid dog when he picked it up. Thatcher Feng ran for a short distance and felt that he was far away from Yan Hui, so he slowly slowed down.

He breathed heavily and complained: "Why am I holding you? How could I normally come up?"

Thatcher Feng had few close friends in the sect except Duan Qingshuang. The disciples who started with him always pretended to be sophisticated, studying hard all day long, studying spells, or practicing swordplay endlessly.

To Thatcher Feng, these later books and swordsmanship were just fancy tricks, their movements were not concise enough, and their spells were not powerful enough, so they naturally disdained them.

Fellow disciples felt that Thatcher Feng was just relying on his talent to study hard, so naturally they looked down on a lazy bird like him.

The two have nothing in common and their relationship cannot be called a good one.