The purple disciple frowned, "What I don't understand the most is why the elves of those elves in the elf village want to help the blood elite deal with Luo Jia?!" ”

"This ......" Mr. Gladiatorial Arena Owner, who stayed in Ressa Field, also hesitated and didn't know how to answer, "I've only heard about the Blood Elves, after all, this race hasn't appeared for hundreds of years, and I'm not sure about the specifics...... However, if the two of them need anything, the Colosseum will definitely do their best to help the two. As for sir, I don't know where the others are now. ”

At this time, Ye Weiyang was not here, but took the Burning Sky to practice the art of transforming people, his whereabouts have always been mysterious, and this owner Mr. naturally does not know.

The purple disciple nodded slightly, "This matter, don't bother Mr. Night for the time being." ”

The matter has not yet been clarified, and there is no need to be so mobilized.

Ye Weiyang, Zitong and the others all have their own things to do, and the purple disciples don't want to trouble everyone.

In the guest room not far away, Luo Jia slowly came to her senses, looking at the maid who was cleaning up the clutter, she looked around suspiciously, "Where is this?" ”

"Miss Luojia!" The maid walked over happily, "This is the Colosseum of Death, and Zi Gongzi brought you here." ”

Luo Jia breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously glanced at the place where she was hit by the arrow, "Thank you for helping me bandage my wounds." ”

"It's not my credit." The maid smiled, "I just helped you clean up the bruises near the wound." ”

Not her? Who's that?!

Luo Jia raised an eyebrow.

At this time, the maid had already picked up the sundries on the table.

"You rest first, I'll go and inform Zi Gongzi, he has ordered, once you wake up, notify him immediately."

The maid left, and Luo Jia carefully sat up straight with her arms on the bed and looked at herself.

The wound on her chest was still stinging, and through the robe, the outline of the bandaging could be seen, and the gray cloth robe wrapped around her body was a gray cloth robe—it was the clothes of the purple disciples.

Don't...... It's a purple disciple?!

Imagining the scene of him helping her bandage her wounds, Luo Jia's face burned all at once.

While she was thinking, a figure rushed in and landed beside her bed.

"Luo Jia, how are you?!"

The Purple Disciple asked with concern.

"I ......" Luo Jia's heart jumped quickly, but she didn't dare to look at him with a sideways face, "I...... OK. ”

At this time, the owner also walked in, looking at the somewhat strange man and woman, a smile flashed in the owner's eyes.

"You're hungry when you want to come, so I'll go and tell you to prepare some dinner in the kitchen."

Finding an excuse, the owner immediately left.

The purple disciple didn't look at the owner, but just stared at her face and continued to ask, "But do you still feel dizzy?" ”

Luo Jia shook her head again.

"That's good." The purple disciple secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Luo Jia bit her lip lightly and looked at the chair on the side of the bed, "Zitu, thank you...... Thank you...... Save...... Save me! ”

The purple disciple's gaze swept over her wounds, and then at her expression, he suddenly realized something.

"Luojia, you...... I'm sorry. ”

"You...... Why apologize to me? Luo Jia turned her face to look at him in confusion.

"I ......" Zitu hesitated, "I ...... I'm responsible for you. ”

Luo Jia didn't react, "What? ”

"I'm ......" Zitu straightened up, finally mustering up his courage, "Luo Jia, I want to marry you, are you willing?!" ”

Luo Jia's whole body was petrified on the bed.

He said...... Marry her?!

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