When Su Luo arrived, Master Rong Yun was holding a book in his hand and flipping through it casually.
When he saw Su Luo coming, he didn't even raise his eyes, snorted lightly, and turned his face away deliberately.
Three black lines appeared on Su Luo's forehead.
What is Master doing?
"Master..." Su Luo dragged out the last word and moved closer to Master Rong Yun.
"Hmph." Master Rong Yun buried his head in the book, as if something inside the book deeply attracted him, making him stare at it without even looking up.
Su Luo thought quickly in her mind, wondering how she had offended her master, but she had no idea.
"Master..." Su Luo weakly tugged at Master Rong Yun's sleeve.
Master Rong Yun picked up the teacup and drank the tea calmly without even looking at Su Luo.
"Master, please just look at me. After all, you like looking at this face, right?" Su Luo moved her face closer.
Her face is 70% similar to Yanhua's. At first glance, it is almost indistinguishable from the real thing.
Yanhua is the deepest mark and the softest existence in Rongyun's heart.
So, why would Rong Yun still be angry? He poked Su Luo's forehead with his slender jade-like fingers and snorted twice: "Girls are extroverts, you girl, humph."
Now that I have a man, I don’t even want my master anymore.
"Master~~~" Su Luo immediately understood what her master was angry about. She smiled sweetly, like a blooming summer sunflower, licking her little face and rubbing against her master's side. "Master, please sit down. Luo Luo will make you some tea."
"Hmph." Master Rong Yun's expression improved a lot.
Su Luo busily boiled water, brewed tea, washed the tea leaves, and then filled a small cup with her own hands. She held it in front of Master Rong Yun and smiled very flatteringly: "Master, please have some tea."
"I can't afford this tea." Master Rong Yun refused to take it.
"Why?" Su Luo was puzzled.
"I can't cure that silly boy's leg disease." Master Rong Yun was such a great man that he could guess almost everything just by the movement of Su Luo's eyebrows.
"Why can't it be cured?" Su Luo was anxious. She quickly took a stool and sat down next to Master Rong Yun. Her eyes were more serious than ever. "Why can't it be cured? Isn't it said that only a master-level alchemist can cure his leg disease? Master is so powerful, why can't he cure it?"
Su Luo was so concerned that she threw a series of questions at him.
Rong Yun frowned again: "Are you worried?"
Su Luo nodded hurriedly like a puppy. How could she not be worried? That was the man she had chosen.
"If you want to care, then work hard on your own." Master Rong Yun waved his sleeves and said calmly, "Only if you advance to the Grandmaster level of alchemist can you save him."
"Why?" Su Luo stood up unconvinced. "Master could have saved me, so why didn't you? Master knows that I'm only a Super Alchemist now, and I need to be promoted to a Master Alchemist later. Even if I'm lucky enough to be promoted to a Master Alchemist, there's still the Grandmaster Alchemist level. Master knows that Grandpa Luo cultivated for a hundred years and couldn't cross this gap. Do you think I can be promoted in just a few years?"
Su Luo was anxious, and her words were like cannonballs, crackling and shooting out.
Master Rong Yun looked at her steadily, his eyes as black as black jade, and his eyes were unfathomable and complex.
But Su Luo met his gaze without showing any sign of weakness, staring deeply into his eyes, without any intention of retreating.
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