Fortunately, I didn't argue with Lornen much before, otherwise I would get beaten up and face severely. Zhong Lingjun secretly rejoiced.
"Sister, take these holy pills first, you have been injured so badly, don't damage your cultivation foundation." Zhong Lingjun took out a few bottles of holy pills and handed them to his sister.
"You will die if you don't speak!" Zhong Lingxiu was so angry that she almost slapped her out. Being bullied like this is enough to embarrass me, but you still say it clearly, isn't that a slap in the face?
Well, Zhong Lingjun didn't hit his face, but he accidentally hit his sister's face.
However, Zhong Ling regained his spirit, and finally restrained the urge to blow Zhong Lingjun and the holy pill in his hand, took the holy pill and poured it into his mouth. Although Gu Fenghua's strikes were very measured and did not hurt the meridians and spirits, but this bruised nose and swollen face really can't be seen by others.
I also have to blame Gu Fenghua for being too ruthless. If she hadn't been forced to take the holy pills one after another, and accidentally ate up all the healing holy pills on her body, Zhong Lingxiu wouldn't have a bruised nose and a swollen face. Wu Bao came out to meet people.
Seeing Zhong Lingxiu hurt like this, Zhu Sifang originally wanted to give her some holy pills, but after hearing Zhong Lingjun's words, he wisely dismissed the idea. It was enough for her brother to slap her in the face, so don't meddle in it, otherwise Zhong Lingxiu would really be ashamed if she slapped her left and right.
"Let's go." After taking the holy pill, although the bruises on his face hadn't dissipated immediately, the piercing pain had subsided a lot. Zhong Lingxiu led Zhong Lingjun and Fu Qingjiang to the room.
"After three days, I will come again to ask for advice." After walking a few steps, she turned her head again and said to Gu Fenghua.
"Come again!" Zhong Lingjun exclaimed subconsciously, and Zhu Sifang was also surprised.
They have been abused like this, and if they want to change to someone else, I am afraid that they would like to hide from Gu Fenghua as far as possible, but Zhong Lingxiu still refuses to give up and wants to challenge Gu Fenghua!
Noticing the surprise in the eyes of the two of them, Zhong Lingxiu felt even sadder: You think it would be better if I didn't want to hide from her as far as possible, and I'm not stupid, but I promised Gu Fenghua earlier - if she didn't agree, she wouldn't stop , I can't help it either.
The most hateful thing is that this guy actually forced her to make a war contract and press his fingerprints because he was worried that he would go back on his word. She is a powerhouse of the seventh rank of Emperor Sage, a direct descendant of the Zhong family, and telling the history of her master's family can scare people to death. Gu Fenghua is actually worried that she will break her promise and treat the belly of a gentleman with a villain's heart, hum!
However, if you don't make a contract and press your fingerprints, will you really not break your promise? Zhong Lingxiu couldn't help thinking of the pain that made life worse than death, and suddenly had a little doubt about her character.
Such suspicion made Zhong Lingxiu feel even more ashamed. But on the surface, there is a resolute and passionate appearance.
Isn't it just being beaten, anyway, you can't hide but you can't escape, so it's better to pretend to be more grand, at least you can keep some face.
"Okay, I'll wait for you." Of course Gu Fenghua knew what she was thinking, so he didn't point it out. Instead, he nodded and said solemnly. She has bullied others like this, so she must save some face.
Zhong Lingxiu also nodded solemnly, and walked away with trembling steps.
"Fenghua, you must be able to guess one or two of the origin of Miss Zhong's teacher. You have to be forgiving and forgiving, if you can save some face, let's save some face for her." Watching Zhong Lingxiu and the others leave, Zhu Sifang spoke earnestly Said to Gu Fenghua. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com