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Shen Rongyu heard Ji Qingzhuo's words, and he looked down at her.

Ji Qingzhuo's expression was still indifferent. When she asked this sentence, she was a little nervous, because she had never asked others what they thought of her.

What other people think has nothing to do with her, and those who control her will not affect her life.

But today, standing on Shen Rongyu's Snow Burying Sword, looking at his swirling sleeves and the faint scent of soul passing through his nose, everything around him is so ironed and reassuring.

She uttered this sentence in a strange way.

After speaking, Ji Qingzhuo regretted a little, what was she talking about, how could Shen Rongyu think she was powerful, he was a big villain, maybe she was better than Wen Ying's tricks, in his opinion it was just a child Just at home.

Ji Qingzhuo closed her mouth immediately, she pursed her lips, hoping that Shen Rongyu hadn't heard these words.

But Shen Rongyu could hear clearly, he even noticed the corners of her lips pursed uncomfortably.

Ji Qingzhuo is unobtrusive, silent and boring like her, even her expression is small and difficult to capture, only Shen Rongyu has the patience to observe her.

——From the moment he knew she was a piece of wood, he began to observe her very carefully.

Shen Rongyu said: "It's very powerful. In the end, I used the mirror formed by the ice curtain to confuse Wen Ying. None of the elders around me could come up with such a tactic."

Ji Qingzhuo's victory over the strong by the weak is the result of a calculation, because she does not have too much power, but if behind the ice curtain, there is a jungle of thorns full of swords and swords, and Wen Ying will collide.

Shen Rongyu's way of thinking has always been so extremely bloody, he thought, Ji Qingzhuo is not without the ability to kill, but she doesn't want to.

Just like in the competition, she never summoned that sharp flying blade.

"Really?" Ji Qingzhuo asked cautiously.

"Zuo Zhuo, of course it's true." Shen Rongyu's voice was gentle, like an ice spring that had just melted in spring.

Ji Qingzhuo clenched the handle of the umbrella in her hand and scratched her hand nervously. Although she was a little happy because of Shen Rongyu's words, she only showed her emotions in these small actions. She nodded, her tone still light. :"Um."

Shen Rongyu's waist muscles tightened, he held Ji Qingzhuo's hand and said, "Don't move."

Ji Qingzhuo put her hands behind her back embarrassedly, she didn't expect that Shen Rongyu would also discover her small movements.

They went to eat at Elder Qiao Shu, and as usual, Qiao Shu congratulated Ji Qingzhuo for winning the first place in another course.

Qiao Shu turned his back and said earnestly, "The monks of Xuan Yunzong thought they had taken in a useless mortal monk."

"Qingzhuo, it seems that you really want that high-grade fairy pill." Qiao Shu said with a smile, "In another day, the assessment of the formation class will be completed. I wonder if you are ready."

The formation class was Ji Qingzhuo's second most certain class. The only variable was Jiang Qianke. He hadn't appeared in front of her for a long time.

"It should be... ready." Ji Qingzhuo was indeed ready. She still had the life-saving magic weapon and spell given to her by Yu Sukong and Shen Rongyu, and she didn't know if it was useful.

She was helpless, but could not find anyone to tell her.

Ji Qingzhuo's long eyelashes fell, she lowered her head, and quietly ate the rice from the bowl. She didn't tell others about Jiang Qianke's killing intent, because... no one would believe it.

Shen Rongyu noticed her expression, his expression was light, and he only pushed the fried asparagus on the table in the direction of Ji Qingzhuo - when eating, he had to find something to do to attract Ji Qingzhuo's attention .

Ji Qingzhuo raised her head, she asked, "Is Senior Brother Xiaoyu want to eat too?"

In fact, she was a little reluctant, because the fried asparagus was delicious, and she wanted to eat it herself.

Shen Rongyu coughed lightly: "I'm worried you won't be able to catch it."

Ji Qingzhuo said seriously, "Senior Brother Xiaoyu, I have very long hands."

She took a piece of asparagus, put it in her mouth, and chewed slowly.

Shen Rongyu knew that Jiang Qianke was going to kill her for unknown reasons. He stared at her and didn't speak any more.

Back at Baishui Island, Ji Qingzhuo opened his small purse and prepared to take out the ice spirit fruit to feed Youyou.

Usually Shen Rongyu didn't pay attention to her small purse that seemed to be able to take out anything, but just now Ji Qingzhuo wanted to stuff the medicine bottle that Wen Ying gave him, so he became curious about the structure of the purse.

He stepped forward and took the ice spirit fruit from Ji Qingzhuo's hand. At this moment, Ji Qingzhuo was about to pick up the chubby one again.

"Your hand is injured, it's too heavy." Shen Rongyu dragged it over again. The little guy was caught off guard and said he was fat. He didn't dare to say anything, so he could only cry out his grievances.

Shen Rongyu stuffed the ice spirit fruit into Heyou's mouth and told him to stop screaming.

Ji Qingzhuo thought, Shen Rongyu is quite caring, and she is willing to help her feed Youyou.

So she took out the ice spirit fruit from the small purse and handed it to Shen Rongyu.

Shen Rongyu's gaze fell on Ji Qingzhuo's small purse, and he asked, "Zuozhuo, are you stuffing everything inside?"

"Yes." Ji Qingzhuo showed Shen Rongyu the wonderful layout of his small purse, "Half of it is used for sundries, and the other half is used for other things..."

Because of buying an umbrella, Ji Qingzhuo gave Shen Rongyu all her savings and three coins, so the other half of her purse only contained Shen Rongyu's spell and Yu Sukong's conch.

Shen Rongyu remembered that just now Ji Qingzhuo wanted to stuff the medicine bottle to the half where the sundries were placed.

Inexplicably, his guilty conscience calmed down a little, and he put it down again and said to Ji Qingzhuo, "Come here to heal."

In fact, Ji Qingzhuo felt that the injury on her arm was not serious. If she was really cut by the flying blade, it would only be painful, but now the injury of the flying blade was blocked by the clothes, and she only suffered a blow, but it was a little bit on her arm. Blue and purple, it will heal itself in a few days.

She followed Shen Rongyu onto the bamboo platform, clenched her sleeves, and said to Shen Rongyu, "Senior Brother Xiaoyu, no need?"

The main reason is that Shen Rongyu's wound medicine is too expensive. She has never seen anyone else use it so well. It is really unnecessary to use it on her small injury.

But she didn't know that in the treasure house of the Dongshan royal family inherited by Shen Rongyu, there were countless precious wound medicines, and he could not use them up for a few lifetimes.

Of course Shen Rongyu would not feel bad about these medicines, he stretched out his hand to Ji Qingzhuo and said, "Zhuzhuo, come here."

Ji Qingzhuo tentatively made a reasonable suggestion: "Senior Brother Xiaoyu, use the one from Wen Ying, it's cheap."

Shen Rongyu's big palm turned over, pulled her wrist directly, pulled her, and let her sit beside him.

Ji Qingzhuo's body fell on the bamboo couch, making a crisp "crunch" sound. When the autumn is dry, the bamboo board on the bamboo couch makes a sound when it touches lightly.

"Senior Brother Xiaoyu?" Ji Qingzhuo raised his eyes and looked at his shoulder at a loss. The maple leaves behind Shen Rongyu rustled.

"Use mine." His tone was light.

Ji Qingzhuo didn't insist any longer, and only prepared to roll up his sleeves. The clothes in the Xiuxian world were similar to those in ancient times, but the details of the design were not so many rules, and the styles were also varied.

The cuffs of her pale pink dress today are tied with ribbons, and the soft fabric hangs on her wrists, neat and cute. Roll up the sleeves and untie the ribbons first.

Ji Qingzhuo's fingers hooked and untied the ribbon easily. The soft fabric hung down, and the end was decorated with a pale pink peach blossom, adorned with pearls, and it fell on the large white sleeve on the bamboo couch.

Shen Rongyu's sleeves fell down, just in front of Ji Qingzhuo. The sleeves were embroidered with epiphyllum, like a fairy, and the small peach ribbons fell on them, creating tiny folds, like petals falling into water, making ripples.

As for the ripples, it is unclear who the ripples are in their hearts.

Ji Qingzhuo pulled up the white soft gauze. She turned her head to look at the injury on her arm. Wen Ying's mana was considered deep, and the flying blade was powerful enough to knock out a large bruise. Although the skirt on her body has a defensive function, the designer of the skirt could not have imagined that the physical strength of the monk who had the money to buy it would be so low.

Seeing that Shen Rongyu took out the medicine bottle, poured the cold medicine into the palm of his hand, and the bitter fragrance of the medicine entered his nose, Ji Qingzhuo suddenly felt that something was wrong.

It's just...it's...it's kind of embarrassing.

With her hand clutching the veil stacked on her arm, she said to Shen Rongyu, "Senior Brother Xiaoyu, if I come by myself, I still have one hand."

Shen Rongyu leaned over, the hair on his shoulders fell down on his cheeks, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and his half-drooping eyelashes were also cold and abstinent.

"No." His tone was slightly cool, and then his big palm covered her arm, and the medicinal power spread with the temperature of his palm, slowly melting the blood on her arm.

Ji Qingzhuo felt a little pain, her brows were slightly wrinkled, but she didn't say it, she just endured it.

"Tell me if it hurts." Shen Rongyu slowly rubbed the potion away.

——If you are in a bad mood, go and kill Wen Ying, he thought.

In fact, it didn't hurt that much and could bear it, so Ji Qingzhuo didn't speak, her arms were stiff, she just closed her eyes, hoping that Shen Rongyu would finish rubbing quickly.

Shen Rongyu stared at her, he saw her long eyelashes trembling slightly, he pulled his palm away, the wound on his arm had recovered, and the bruises disappeared.

Ji Qingzhuo's hand loosened, and the soft yarn fell, covering her slender arms. She picked up the ribbon on the bamboo couch and prepared to tie it back again.

But her fingers groping for the ribbon met Shen Rongyu's fingers, and his fingertips had a little burning warmth.

Ji Qingzhuo's fingers flexed as if they were electrocuted, looking a little frightened.

"I'm coming." Shen Rongyu was already used to her nervous reaction, he didn't care, he just said, his fingers hooked up the peach blossom at the end of the ribbon and placed it on Ji Qingzhuo's cuff.

The scattered soft gauze cuffs were tied up, the peach blossom ribbon was tied, and Ji Qingzhuo's dress was still so gentle and lovely.

Shen Rongyu's knot looks better than her own, and Ji Qingzhuo is quite satisfied.

Looking at the little peach blossom on her wrist, she suddenly felt an inexplicable excitement, Shen Rongyu was fine.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Xiaoyu." The corners of her lips lifted slightly again, and she whispered thanks.

Ji Qingzhuo's smile is also shallow, but unlike Shen Rongyu, her clear eyes also contain a sincere smile, which is different from the faint ice in her eyes when Shen Rongyu smiles.

Shen Rongyu lowered her head, and he held Ji Qingzhuo's hand again.

As if the body moved faster, without even needing the brain to think, Shen Rongyu dragged Ji Qingzhuo into his arms.

"Senior Brother Xiaoyu?" Ji Qingzhuo's tone was puzzled, her head rested on Shen Rongyu's shoulder, and she whispered what he was going to do.

"Cultivation." Of course Shen Rongyu didn't do it for the sake of cultivation—he just wanted to hug her, but he didn't admit it. He told himself that he wanted to cultivate, and he told Ji Qingzhuo the same.

"It's still early." Ji Qingzhuo said, looking at Lang Langyang.

"Right now," he replied.