49 Self-sorrow
"Zhu'er?" Luo Chenyi's voice was slightly puzzled, obviously, Bai Xing didn't let Luo Chenyi see his figure.
Bai Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, covered her sore chest, looked at Luo Chenyi's picturesque handsome face, and smiled slightly, as long as she could keep the master's trust, what was it to shock her heart, even if she lost her life, she was willing!
If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself, as a demon god, and you can't be as frank and straightforward as others. Master, will he understand?
There was a mess in front of him, the smile on his lips was slightly constricted, and the wisps of blood on the corners of his lips were so shocking. Closing his eyes, Bai Zhu fell back weakly.
Luo Chenyi'——!s heart tightened, and his figure swept by like a phantom, catching Bai Zhu's fallen delicate body, holding it in his arms, it was as light as a feather, as if the wind would blow and it would drift away with the wind.
Luo Chenyi carried Bai Zhu all the way to the Shaking Light Palace, his expression was as indifferent and shallow as before, but there was a trace of imperceptible anger and coldness. Luo Chenyi turned a blind eye to the shocked eyes of the Shushan disciples who passed by.
It wasn't until he saw the cold stone who was planting grass and making medicine that he opened his mouth lightly, hiding the anger and coldness in his heart well: "Senior brother, help me take a look at her! Her heart is damaged, but I don't realize who hurt her!"
Han Shi was stunned for a moment, put down the medicine hoe and was about to reach out to pick it up, but Luo Chenyi dodged away: "No need, just tell me where to put it! I'll hug it! Look at it, the heart is damaged, how to treat it to get better quickly!"
"I don't know how long, I haven't seen your expression!" Han Shi's voice was full of doubts: "Have you taken a fancy to your little apprentice?" As he spoke, Han Shi's gaze fell on the delicate person in Luo Chenyi's arms, the clothes were not as good as they usually were: "What did you let her do?"
Luo Chenyi was stunned for a moment, her beautiful peach blossom eyes drooped slightly, and she stared at the little pale person in her arms: "Early summer told her that she needed to perform a show on New Year's Eve, so she danced a dance and asked me to compose music for her!"
"Senior brother, you are really good, the residual poison has not been cleared, and you still let her do such a strenuous exercise!" As he spoke, Han Shi reached out and pinched Bai Zhu's hanging wrist, which was as white as porcelain, making Han Shi trance: "The residual poison is about to move, and the heart is seriously damaged, this is not something that can be raised for a while!"
As he spoke, Hanshi led Luo Chenyi into the medicine room, and in the innermost part of the medicine room, there was a stone bed as transparent as white jade, with bursts of cold mist: "Put her on that cold ice bed!"
Luo Chenyi only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped over. The movements were very gentle, and Han Shi's heart was complicated, and he couldn't help but whisper: "Senior brother, the rules of the Shushan faction, but you added it yourself, I hope that what happened a hundred years ago will not be repeated, the girl is not as good as the flower demon, and she can withstand the anger of the lock demon tower." ”
Luo Chenyi was silent for a while, and then he replied in a low voice: "Senior brother, don't worry, I have my own measure!"
"Have you been to see her?" Hanshi took out a cloth package from a small cabinet on the stone wall of the medicine room, walked to the cold ice bed, and carefully opened the cloth package, which was full of silver needles glowing with cold.
Hanshi took a wet towel and cleaned his hands, and carefully took out the silver needle from the cloth bag.
"No one is allowed to enter the Lock Demon Tower, even though I am an elder, I am no exception!" Luo Chenyi's voice was faint, and he couldn't hear the slightest emotion.
"Your excuse is reasonable, I think, you don't want to face her!" Han Shi straightened up, turned his head and looked at Luo Chenyi fixedly, and only after a while, he retracted his gaze: "No one is allowed to enter the Shushan Lock Demon Tower, that is just for the outside, if you want to enter, this entire Shushan, who else can stop you!"
Luo Chenyi was silent, his expression was still calm and light, without the slightest emotion.
In the Tianji Palace, in the good disciple's room, Mo Rubing's expression was gloomy, the whole room was in chaos, the ground was full of porcelain fragments, and the things that could be smashed in the room had almost been smashed.
And at the table not far from the door, there was a young girl huddled, her slender body trembling slightly.
"What does it mean that it didn't succeed? Hmm? Tell me, what did you say before? Did you see how anxious Luo Zunshang was, how much she treasured her! Luo Zunshang, who had never liked to be close to people, actually hugged her and went to the Shaking Light Palace! What I asked you to do, you yourself tell me which one you did!"
As she spoke, Mo Rubing picked up a teacup on the table and threw it vigorously at the girl who was kneeling on the ground.
The girl was taken aback, she wanted to hide but didn't dare to dodge, the teacup smashed on her forehead, and suddenly, blood gushed out, and fell to the ground drop by drop.
The girl snorted in pain, raised her head slightly, and it was a sword spirit.
"Miss, it's that snake spirit who doesn't keep his word, saying that he was bitten by something! He was poisoned and didn't dare to take any more action!" The sword spirit looked at Mo Rubing with a wincing, and his inconspicuous little face was full of fear.
Compared with Bai Zhu, who dares to love and hate, the young lady in front of her who has an uncertain temperament is even more terrifying.
"That's your business! I just want the result, I don't want to listen to the process, do you understand?" Mo Rubing looked at Jian Ling's blood-stained face, and pinched her chin fiercely with her right hand, without the slightest hint of reluctance: "You have to remember, I will be so angry with you, it is entirely because of Bai Zhu's little slut, so, if you want to hate, you should hate her, without her, your life will be much better!"
"Hmm......" Sword Spirit snorted in pain, feeling that his jaw was about to dislocate. But she didn't dare to make the slightest move, because she knew that if she struggled over, what she would get would only be Mo Rubing's more cruel treatment.