The bottle smashed into Luo Ge's chest, and then fell to the ground with a "ding", shattering into porcelain pieces, and flowing out of a thick golden medicinal juice.

He stared at the puddle of debris, his face uncertain, and the storm raging in his ice-blue eyes.

"I didn't give this medicine bottle." His voice was as cold as ice slag.

Ling Luo glanced at him extremely impatiently, and said coldly: "Okay, it's all like this, what else is there to quibble." ”

Luo Ge slowly raised his head and looked at Ling Luo, his ice-blue eyes locked her deeply: "I really didn't do it, Luo'er, you believe me." ”

"If I believe you, I won't be called Ling Luo!" She gritted her teeth in hatred.

The corners of Luo Ge's lips hooked a thin and cool arc.

He explained everything that should be explained, she didn't believe him, he didn't have anything to do.

He turned, bypassed her, and headed downstairs.

He was annoyed, tired, and wanted to be alone.

Ling Luo watched Luo Ge's back as he left, and didn't catch up again.

I have beaten and beaten, and I have all the anger that should be released, I hope he can repent in the future and stop doing such boring things.

The moment he turned his head, Ling Luo happened to meet more than a dozen pairs of inquiring eyes.

They were all students who ran out of the classroom to watch the excitement.

Standing in front of the crowd was the menacing Chen Yin, with a look of indignation, her hands on her waist, glaring at her fiercely like a tigress.

"Ling Luo, what are you dragging, even Luo Gongzi you dare to fight, do you know that Lu Dao was admitted to our Jiulan Academy with the first place!"

Ling Luo glanced at her lightly, the corners of his lips curled with disdain, and said coldly, "Do you think you know a lot?" ”

Of course, Luo Ge is a spy of the enemy country, and I am afraid that no one will believe her if she says this kind of thing at this moment.

"At least you know more than you do!" Chen Yin was extremely unconvinced.

"If you like that kind of goods, go and chase it yourself, why bother to come to me for nothing, boring."

Ling Luo frowned a little impatiently, and walked directly out of the crowd.

Her speed is extremely fast, and it is certain that no one in the audience has the strength to catch up with her.

The lessons in the classroom didn't have much meaning for Ling Luo anymore, and what she valued more now was the martial arts that Master Yan Explosion had passed on to her.

So, she made her way through the crowd and went straight to the library tower.

Shizun said that every morning when he went to the fifth floor of the tower, he explained to her some knowledge of fire martial artists, and in the afternoon he went to Yanguang Valley to cultivate.

After entering the library tower, when he walked to the second floor, Ling Luo deliberately stopped.

Her gaze involuntarily drifted to the edge of the seventh bookshelf, and as expected, she saw the extremely thin figure.

This time, he had a big broom in his hand and was sitting with his head down to clean up.

The students next to him, as if on purpose, were eating while reading a book, and threw the banana peel or something directly at the feet of the ugly slave.

The ugly slave was relatively sluggish, and his foot collapsed, and he fell on his back to the sky, looking extremely embarrassed.

Then came another burst of laughter.

The ugly slave got up without changing his face, patted his clothes, then picked up the banana peel and walked towards the garbage bin at the corner of the stairs.

That is where Ling Luo stood.

The moment the ugly slave saw Ling Luo, he was a little emotional, so much so that a faint purple color crossed his eyes that were a little abnormally large.