Then, he walked over to her.

Luo Jia nervously held the quilt.

He...... He must have seen through her lies!

The purple disciple walked back to the side of the bed, his dark eyes fixed on her face.

"Purple ...... Purple disciple, I ...... I'm not...... I ......"

Luo Jia stammered, not knowing what she was talking about.

At this time, the purple disciple had already bent down towards her again.

Looking at his approaching face, she was so nervous that she couldn't breathe, her mouth was half-open, and she didn't know what to say.

face, with a light touch.

Slightly cool, slightly damp......

Like a spring breeze blowing through the petals of a blooming flower, it is extremely gentle.

"I also wish you well, get better soon."

After the kiss, the purple disciple said.

Luo Jia stayed where she was, unable to speak.

Zitu's gaze stopped on her slightly trembling lips, and she suddenly felt a little angry.

How nice it would be if the blessing of the elf was not a kiss on the face, but a kiss on the lips!

If he kisses her on the lips, I wonder if she will be angry?

I remember one time, Bei Gongzi secretly kissed Miss and was just favored by him, and Miss seemed to scold him for being a bastard at that time, but I think I don't like it......

When the purple disciple was thinking wildly, Luo Jia had already been kissed by him, and the kiss was surging.

Seeing that he was still so close, she almost couldn't breathe.

There was infinite chagrin in her heart, regretting that she had lied just now, how could she lie to him?

"Purple ...... ...... in vain"

Luo Jia called his name, trying to explain it to him.

"I'm leaving!"

Hearing her voice and realizing that he was thinking about something dirty again, Zitu hurriedly straightened up, and then, with a shake of his figure, rushed out.

Luo Jia froze there in astonishment, raised her palm to touch the place where he had kissed, and she pulled the quilt over to cover her little face in shame.

The Purple Disciple did not leave the gladiatorial arena immediately, but personally found the owner of the arena and asked him to protect Luo Jia well, just in case.

When the owner heard that he wanted one to find the blood elves, he hurriedly said, "It's too dangerous for you to be alone, why don't I find a few masters to go with you?" ”

Zitu shook his head and refused, "No need, it's more convenient for me to be alone, your people are still responsible for protecting Luo Jia." In addition, please send a letter back to Zhongzhou, to Beigongzi and Miss, explain the matter, and ask them to come and help. ”

If he wants to say that he is most at ease, it is Luo Jia, but her people are in danger.

If something happens to the elves in the elf village, she will be sad, and he doesn't want her to be sad.

He loved to see her smile.

So, he goes, and alone.

The owner looked at him and realized, "Don't worry, Zi Gongzi, we will do our best to protect Miss Luojia, you yourself have to be more careful, I will order someone to deliver the letter immediately." ”

"Thank you." The purple disciple nodded slightly, his figure flickered, and he had disappeared outside the window.

Luo Jia leaned on the bed board and looked out the window, the familiar figure gradually faded away, and a pair of thin eyebrows were also wrinkled tightly.

"God of life, please keep him safe."

"I see, you'd better think more about yourself, right?"

Behind him, the melodious female voice was cold and proud.

Luo Jia turned her face in surprise, only to see the maid who walked in at some point, sneering at her.

Realizing that the situation was not good, Luo Jia's mind moved slightly, and several green vines had overflowed from her fingers and wrapped around the maid.

The maid stood there and continued to sneer.

As soon as the green vine reached in front of her, it suddenly flashed, and it turned into a green glow and disappeared.

As soon as Luo Jia's eyes were dark, the person fell weakly on the pillow.

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