The Female Cultivator of Hehuan Sect Never Admit Defeat (MTL) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 57

Ji Yu's attitude towards Wen Lingyi now is difficult to be the same as before. Before, they were purely hostile. Now...

She turned away and went back if she couldn't get away.

She stepped over Wen Lingyi, who was leaning against the door, and walked in. Wen Lingyi looked at her cold face, her emotions tumbling for a few seconds, then walked in, and waved her hand to close the door of the hall.

In this way, it seems that there are still only two of them here.

Ji Yu casually found a futon and sat down, staring down at her hair, ignoring the Wen Lingyi who followed her.

Wen Lingyi didn't care too much, and slowly moved a futon to her side, and Tangtang Xiandi sat cross-legged with her in such an inelegant manner.

Ji Yu curled his eyebrows and looked at him. His face was almost as pale as his hair. The silver dragon's horns did not have the same luster as before. A pair of beautiful peach eyes looked at her quietly, kind of very An indescribable sense of tranquility and docility.

Ji Yu's eyelashes trembled, and she wanted to stay away from him, but she moved a little and he moved a little. Finally, Ji Yu leaned against Xiaoji, and he leaned against her.

What Ji Yu had to say, Wen Lingyi said before that: "I even jumped into the Fairy Cloud Lake for you. I am still very weak now. It should be fine if it takes a while."

Ji Yu paused before saying, "That's what you wanted to dance. If you didn't bring me here and put me in that situation, I wouldn't want to die."

"You're so unrelenting." Wen Lingyi lowered her head and breathed over her ears. Ji Yu frowned and dodged. He unhurriedly opened the placket, (exposed) a blood-red (chest xiong) chest. "Even if you are not grateful, don't be so cold, although your coldness..."

He stopped here, Ji Yu looked at him, he smiled a little strangely, and the tassels hanging on the black brocade were flying with the breeze, bringing a faint cold breath on his body.

As always, there was no smell on his body, only coldness. Ji Yu wanted to stay away from him. Her body was hot and really couldn't stand the big ice. But when she just got up, Wen Lingyi fell to the ground. Hearing the sound, she should have fallen. Not light.

Ji Yu turned her head and saw that Wen Lingyi hadn't gotten up, so she was lying halfway on the cold ground, looking at her sideways, the skin on her neck bleeding, reminding her of his bloody dragon scales.

Ji Yu didn't seem to be moved at all, looking down at him condescendingly, with a cold expression.

It stands to reason that Wen Lingyi was seriously injured and should have a good rest, but he still had to "toss" with Ji Yu. Now that the injury has occurred, her reaction is so cold, he should feel disappointed and uncomfortable, but there is none.

Ji Yu didn't mean to feel sorry for him at all. The indifferent eyes fell on him as if he was lashing at him with his eyes. On the contrary, he felt very good, as if the pain on his body was not so painful.

Ji Yu saw that his eyes were wet, his fingers trembled, and his cheeks were a little sickly red, and suddenly he realized something.

She recalled a little bit of what was wrong with him before, and thought of his vague and plausible words. When she looked at him again, her eyes were stunned and shocked.

"you......"

She really didn't know what to say, so she tentatively took a step forward, and mustered up the courage to kick him with a (dry gan) shoe upper.