The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

"Who is Luo Yue?"

Lu Xizhi had never heard of this character.

She looked at the crazy old man with a slightly startled expression, "Sect Master Lingxiao, are you Luo Zhi?"

The man who once took Lingxiaomen to the top is this crazy old man?

And isn't Luo Zhi already dead?

Lu Xizhi couldn't believe it.

"Yes, I am Luo Zhi, Luo Yue, my adopted son. One day, I discovered a secret in him."

The crazy old man is Luo Zhi, the former Sect Master of Lingxiao Sect who was imprisoned by Ji Yueli in the dungeon for three years.

He was clearly under forty, but his hair was gray and his skin was sagging and streaked.

Lu Xizhi's eyes widened, listening to Luo Zhi reciting the events before Lingxiaomen from his mouth.

He told about the adopted son, and Lu Xizhi also knew the effect of that person.

The magic medicine actually came like this, and that person's flesh and blood had such an effect.

"But I was careless and let him run away."

Luo Zhi held his hands empty, "There's no meat to eat."

The inventory of his Lingxiaomen is also gradually decreasing. If there is no next adopted son, the status of Lingxiaomen will become lower and lower.

"I wanted to turn another adopted son into a second him, but he was irreplaceable. The adopted son couldn't stand the torture of drugs and died."

"I wasted the medicinal materials I prepared." He patted the iron bars, looking really angry.

Lu Xizhi shrank his legs, "Mad, you are crazy."

"You're crazy! I'm not crazy! Everything is for Lingxiao Sect! Only my Lingxiao Sect is the first sect!"

Luo Zhi laughed strangely, and stumbled back to his position, lying on the ground.

"I'm so hungry, so hungry..."

He was sober from time to time, which gave Lu Xizhi some information. She took the opportunity to ask, "Where is Luo Yue now?"

If she can find Luo Yue and use his flesh and blood to refine the medicine, she will definitely be able to step on Situ Ling.

"Hey, guess what, I won't tell you, I won't tell you." Luo Zhi began to say some nonsense again in confusion.

Lu Xizhi didn't ask, showing regret.

Next time she must hurry up and ask him.

Just thinking about it, the people from Xueshamen came again. They threw food for Lu Xizhi with skillful movements, and then went to the side to open the prison.

At first, Lu Xizhi still despised her food, but then she had no choice but to eat it.

There is a chance to survive.

She clutched the bowl lifelessly, and heard the sound of cutting, sobbing, and bottles and jars.

She stopped and looked over in shock.

Cut meat, take blood, and pour medicine.

This is what Roger experiences every time.

She was really confused and never thought about it.

According to the age, Ji Yueli is very likely to be Luo Yue!

But not necessarily, maybe Luo Yue was Ji Yueli's brother and friend, so he would imprison and torture Luo Zhi.

She still needs to confirm again, and dare not make a direct conclusion.

She could never forget Ji Yueli's face once she had seen it. She could still dream of it at midnight.

Such a good-looking man with strong martial arts can't imagine what he has experienced before.

She looked back, started eating again, and heard the people from the blood-shattering door say that they were about to take a turn.

She must seize this opportunity.

...

Ji Yueli was finally able to get out of bed and walk around, but the first thing was that Ling Qingxuan forced him to wear shoes.

"No, I'm not used to it." He directly refused.

Ling Qingxuan put her arms around her chest and looked at him from the side.

Just looking at it, Ji Yueli felt a sense of guilt.

He hadn't felt that way in years.

zz is pitiful in the space, this shoe has been made for a long time, and the pig's trotter has been pierced many times.

"What did you do?" Ji Yueli asked tentatively under this gaze.

Ling Qingxuan said sincerely: "No, if you don't wear it, throw it away."

【...】Hey!

Ji Yueli hesitated for a moment, but he still put his foot in it. It was not too big or too small, just right, as if it was tailor-made for him.

A floor is separated from the ground, as if saying goodbye to his previous life.

"Thank you." He murmured softly, unable to hear at all.

Does she really mean him?

do not know.

Ji Yueli's internal power in the body was not reduced, but also increased under the confusion.

The scars on his body are healing, and his complexion is much better.

Ling Qingxuan saw his slightly happy eyes, and said lightly, "Go out to breathe fresh air and eat later."

"Did you do it today too?"

"No, Ziyi did it."

Ji Yueli lowered her eyes, that child.

What's the matter with him.

"Why did you ask me last time if I could cook?"

Those intimidating eyes stared at her, and Ling Qingxuan's face was as usual.

Because this seat won't.

She said solemnly: "A man who can't cook has no future."

Ji Yueli snorted in her heart, she must like someone who can cook.

What does he care about.

Thinking so in his heart, he said, "I will, I will do it for you today."

"You get sick first."

He is only on the surface, but the real problem has not been solved, and the medicinal materials have not been collected.

It's the same thing when you try the little guy's food in the future.

But Ji Yueli didn't know why, so he just stayed here. He had to go to the kitchen, but after standing up for a while, he became unstable and fell to the ground.

Ling Qingxuan watched the whole process, but did not help.

[Host, the villain fell to the ground. 】

This seat saw it.

[This sound, how painful, the host should give him a kiss. 】

Psychological comfort does not relieve physical pain.

[...] Is such a serious analysis really good?

"Situ Ling, please help me."

Ji Yueli was able to get up, but Ling Qingxuan's indifference made him uncomfortable.

zz just want to say to the villain: You look embarrassed when you fall, but you are so cute when you are arrogant.

Ling Qingxuan was too lazy to go over, but seeing his frown, he still walked over slowly.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Ji Yueli leaned on her to get up and put all his weight on her, the little girl's breath remained unchanged and wrapped around his waist.

Ji Yueli's ears blushed and her eyes were flustered, "What are you doing?"

"hug you."

"You..." The picture flashed, and he remembered the picture from that night. He hesitated and said, "Did you steal and kiss me the night you brought me back?"

"No." This seat is open and honest.

Ji Yueli pursed her lips, could it be his illusion?

"You kissed." He frowned.

"No kiss."

"Kiss!"

Just after he finished speaking, his shirt was pulled down, his head was slightly drooping, and the little girl stood on tiptoe, as if she no longer wanted to argue with him.

"How about a kiss?"

Ling Qingxuan stamped it domineeringly, dipping his slightly dry lips, and between tossing and turning, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly closed.

In contrast, Ji Yueli's stern and lazy eyes widened instantly.

She, she kissed him.

He couldn't breathe, he was dying.