I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 155 Master Bai Yueguang, You Smell So Good (22)

The truth came to light and no one was busy dealing with it quickly.

Master Song did not make the correct judgment without finding out the truth, and he needs to pay the price.

Therefore, there was no time to remove Master Song Lian from the position and replace him with someone else.

He has violated the rules of the Jiugongmen Sect - the crime of falsely accusing and framing a fellow sect member.

The punishment for this sect rule has always been to lock up all the spiritual power in the body and throw the person to the back mountain to be dealt with by the people from the Law Enforcement Hall.

He was put in solitary confinement for seven days, soaked in an ice pond for seven days, exposed to the sun for seven days, and whipped for seven days.

If a cultivator were to be hit by this, he would be skinned alive if he didn't die.

As for Hua Jingmian, who beat Li Xun to a crippling state, he committed the crime of victimizing his fellow disciples.

He needs to be confined for seven days, exposed to the sun for one day, and whipped for one day.

But Li Xun took action first, so even after his injuries recovered, he had to accept punishment and be expelled from the Jiugong Gate.

Hua Jingmian is a mortal with no foundation in cultivation, so it is doubtful whether he can survive.

Others might think so, but Ye Zhao knew that this was the male protagonist.

Its vitality is even stronger than that of the chives in the field, and it will grow again after being cut.

Who knows, it may grow more and more vigorously.

As early as when he knocked on the door in the middle of the night, he knew that this kid had bad intentions.

The reason why I let him live in my room was simply to counter his moves.

He also knew that Feng Qingwu had placed a photo stone next to the lotus pot in his room.

With this as evidence, the male protagonist wants him to fall, but there is no way!

But the male protagonist didn't set up a trap, and Master Song rushed in first, which was a big deal.

As people dispersed one by one, only three people were left in the hall.

A breeze blew in from the windows on both sides, and the bead curtains hanging above the beams jingled.

It added a bit of liveliness to the somewhat empty and deserted hall.

"Junior sister, do you have anything else to say?"

Wuxia put his hands behind his back and walked down the stairs.

The wide robe fluttered in the wind, and the hem was spotless.

Feng Qingwu held a round fan in her hand, and on her lotus-white wrist was a lush green bracelet.

Hearing this, her charming eyes revealed a hint of dissatisfaction, "Is there anything I can't listen to?"

"How could that be?" His thoughts were seen through, and he had no time to deny it with a smile.

"That's all." Feng Qingwu moved closer to Ye Zhao and put her shoulder against his.

The curve of her mouth deepened, "Brother, please finish what you want to say quickly. I still need to pull my junior brother back to play chess with me."

Leaning close enough, Ye Zhao could easily smell the sweet scent of osmanthus on her body.

It is rich but not vulgar, with a subtle fragrance.

Ye Zhao chose a seat nearby and sat down, supporting his chin with one hand.

Feng Qingwu looked somewhat resentful as she slowly sat down opposite him.

She stared at him for a long time, and stars appeared in her eyes.

Wuxia has long been accustomed to such situations.

As if he was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, he moved and sat in the empty seat to the right of Ye Zhao.

Ye Zhao was sandwiched between them, and the air felt much thinner.

Is it his imagination?

"Brother, what do you want to say?"

In order to get out of this situation as soon as possible, Ye Zhao spoke in a hurrying tone.

He also planned to go and see the hero being punished.

Don't miss it, he will regret it to death.

According to the plot, it is time for him to log in to his secondary account and make his presence felt in front of the male lead.

"Junior brother, in my opinion, the disciple named Hua Jingmian is not suitable to be your disciple. Why not take this opportunity to expel him from the sect?"

There was no time to pour him tea. The words spoken in the gentle and pleasant voice were all reasonable and expected.