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Chapter 2887

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Gradually, rumors began to spread in the Flying Fish Sect, saying that Mo Weiyi was not qualified to be the senior apprentice sister.

She was able to become the senior apprentice sister completely because of her connections.

As for what her connections were, they were all very secretive, giving people endless room for imagination.

So, there were all kinds of rumors.

Among them, Murong Fei 'er and the others were the most indignant.

In their hearts, Mo Weiyi was not even qualified to carry Qin Qi's shoes!

But Qin Qi's death was not clear. Not only did the sect master not investigate carefully, he even let the suspicious Mo Weiyi take Qin Qi's place!

They would definitely not let Mo Weiyi be happy!

What was worse was that the final exam was coming soon. With her current state, she would probably make a fool of herself!

Also, there was no sign of her promise to that person from Spirit Realm. If it dragged on, what if that person could not wait and wanted to settle accounts with her?

She kept thinking about these things over and over in her head, and it was very annoying.

Also, there was Du Yang, who would wander in front of her whenever he wanted.

"Weiyi, this is for you." He held an unknown wild flower in his hand. It had yellow petals and emitted bursts of fragrance. But when he sniffed it, Mo Weiyi immediately felt nauseous.

"No," she refused very bluntly.

Du Yang did not give up. He chased after her with a thick face, "Why? You don't like flowers? "

Mo Weiyi turned and looked at him seriously, "It's not that I don't like flowers, I just don't like you!"

Du Yang's face instantly turned purple, like a pig's liver.

He stared at Mo Weiyi, his eyes filled with desire that could not be concealed, "You will regret it!"

During the final exam, he must apply to compete with Mo Weiyi.

At that time, if she was still as cold as she was now, he would definitely teach her a lesson.

Mo Weiyi could not be bothered with him and went to find Yun Ai.

Yun Ai came to Azure Thunder Academy earlier than her, so she knew many things better than her.

Also, she had no other friends here, so she could only find Yun Ai to talk about her troubles.

Yun Ai was very happy to see Mo Weiyi. "Senior Sister Weiyi, why do you look so depressed?"

Mo Weiyi had a bitter expression on his face. It would be great if he could be as carefree as Yun Ai. At the very least, he would be able to pass his days happily.

But she couldn't. She had to save Zhuge Yan!

"Yunai." Mo Weiyi forced a smile, but it was even uglier than when he wasn't smiling. "What do you do when you encounter obstacles in your cultivation?"

Cloud mist. "…"

A straight-A student asking a slacker this kind of question, doesn't he feel guilty?

He blushed and replied, "Nothing much. Sometimes obstacles disappear on their own."

Mo Weiyi, "…"

It was her turn to be speechless.

It was no wonder that Yun Mian had not advanced even once. With such an attitude, it was useless for her to ask.

Yun Ai suddenly said mysteriously, "Actually, I have an idea."

Mo Weiyi asked, "What is it?"

Yun Ai kept him in suspense and moved closer to Mo Weiyi's ear. "Do you dare to go to the Spirit Realm?"

"Of course," Mo Weiyi blurted out without thinking. Suddenly, he had an idea.

Wouldn't that be telling Yun Ai that she had been to the Spirit Realm?

"Tell me, what can I do in the Spirit Realm?"

Mo Weiyi hurriedly changed the topic. Fortunately, Yun Ai was also very innocent and didn't hear anything wrong. She said foolishly, "There is a strange person in the Spirit Realm. It is said that his cultivation has reached the top. If you dare, you can go in and ask him."

Mo Weiyi, "Aren't you afraid that I won't come back alive!"

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