Mo Qiu's body recovered quickly.

After half a day, he was able to walk a few steps with a cane.

From being paralyzed to being able to walk again, Mo Qiu can be said to have a lot of emotion. He himself is a high-grade alchemist in the Central Continent Empire, and he is proficient in medical skills, even he can't do it, just use a pill, and he can return to walking.

That's the gap!

That girl named Zi Qianmo is destined to be an existence that he can't surpass no matter how hard he tries in his life!

Mo Qiu felt more and more regretful about his previous stupidity.

In addition, Zi Qianmo can be regarded as saving his own life, and he is the sister of the little master, Mo Qiu's attitude towards Zi Qianmo has also undergone fundamental changes, looking at Zi Qianmo's eyes, they are all different, and they are a little more awe-inspiring.

As for avenging Mo Xia and Mo Dong or something, it would be even more unthinkable.

"It's getting late, let's rest early."

Zi Qianmo got up and motioned for her to leave.

Si Junli was naturally reluctant, hurriedly stood up, and even stretched out a hand quite attached, like a child, and grabbed her sleeve: "Sister Qianmo-"

"Good."

Zi Qianmo stretched out a hand and rubbed Si Junli's head, although his face was still paralyzed, the gaze in his light-colored eyes was obviously much softer, "Obedient." ”

Si Jun centrifuged his head, as if he was scratched by soft feathers.

Itchy.

Warm.

There is no refusal at all.

Subconsciously nodded obediently.

Zi Qianmo left the Star Pavilion.

Mo Qiu was like a heartfelt slave, living on crutches, following behind Si Jun, with an unusually respectful attitude.

Who knows.

Zi Qianmo had just left on his front foot, and not long after, Deng Ruan, who had been ruthlessly rectified by Zi Qianmo, immediately became restless again.

He had been poisoned before.

I can't speak in my voice.

But Deng Ruan has been in Xingchen Pavilion for more than ten years, and he is the senior brother of Xingchen Pavilion, his status is deep-rooted, and the doglegs and junior brothers behind him are too many to count.

Deng Ruan found five junior brothers, all of whom were disciples of Xingchen Pavilion.

Signal them to act late at night.

It's night.

Si Junli's dormitory.

Because he is a newcomer, Si Junli lives in the freshman dormitory.

Elder Bai took good care of him, so he gave him a single room.

As a slave, Mo Qiu did not overstep the rules, but just took a break in a small warehouse outside the door where things were placed.

"Quick! Hurry up! ”

"Hurry up, pour all the oil on the door of his house."

"You two, put the wood dry."

"Yes, that's it, Senior Brother said, he must be burned!"

……

Mo Qiu, who was in a light sleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

As soon as I pushed open the door, I saw five young disciples wearing school uniforms and the badge of the Star Pavilion, piling firewood, pouring fire oil, and lighting fires.

The fire has been lit and has not yet burned.

"Stop!"

Mo Qiu's face sank, even if he thought about it with his toes, he knew what they wanted to do!

All those who want to do evil to his little master must die!

Mo Qiu's face was extremely ugly, and he stepped forward and flicked his sleeves.

"Water Ling Waterfall."

The water system exercises, condensed into a small waterfall of water curtain, poured down from mid-air, and the firewood that was burned on the head of the pocket was drenched.

After all, he is a monk in the upper realm of the Purple Mansion Period.

Even if there are serious injuries on his body, it is still not a problem to deal with a few low-level junior disciples of the Star Pavilion.