Fast Travel: The Villain Is Obsessed with Attacking Me

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As for whether it is cracked or not, he sneered: "If you are so easy to crack, then go back to the stone room early."

Zheng Jianling was at a loss for words: "..."

Wen Qi heard the two quarreling, she pursed her lips and tried to change the subject, her eyes caught sight of the man's chest, and she suddenly became serious: "You haven't recovered from your injury, what are you doing practicing sword?"

The man was wearing a black robe. At this time, the wound on his chest was already wet, and it was smudged with dark spots.

It smelled of blood.

Hearing this, Lu Xiuyi lowered his head and glanced, slightly indifferent: "Practice if you want to."

"When will you be like this?"

Wen Qi spoke angrily.

She was really angry. It was such a big wound, and it was hard to bandage it last night to stop the bleeding. This morning, there was another blood stain.

No need to look, the wound must be bloody again.

"It's useless to give you medicine, I don't care about you, you can take medicine yourself in the future!"

With a puffy face, Wen Qi was so angry that he struggled out of his arms.

Lu Xiuyi's intuition was not good, and he raised his hand to force her back into his arms, bowed his head and admitted his mistake with a pitiful tone: "Qiqi, I was wrong, I shouldn't practice swords."

"wrong."

Lu Xiuyi immediately changed his words: "I shouldn't ignore the wound."

Wen Qi was so angry that he didn't speak.

"It won't happen in the future, Qiqi is good, don't get angry."

Lu Xiuyi gently coaxed the sword in his arms, but he was in a very happy mood.

The girl is angry because she cares about him.

Girls care about him.

He recited these words in his heart, and his thoughts trembled sweetly.

Wen Qi calmed down a bit, but was still unhappy: "Then you go to treat the wound now."

"it is good."

Lu Xiuyi touched her soothingly, got up and walked towards the house.

Zheng Jianling, who was floating in place, was stunned.

Now he can see that there is definitely something between Lu Xiuyi and Miss Qiqi!

No wonder... No wonder the boy lost his soul as soon as Miss Qiqi left, and said that no matter how young he was, he would have no chance, and he had to wait for her if he was seriously injured like that yesterday...

One pile after another quickly flashed through Zheng Jianling's mind.

No wonder!

He had an epiphany.

Lu Xiuyi pushed the door and entered the room, and the door closed with a bang, and Zheng Jianling came back to his senses, and looked at the door with a complicated expression.

He has lived in this world for many years, and he has seen many thrilling love stories, big and small, but this is the first time he has seen someone fall in love with a sword that cannot transform...

wrong!He looked at Miss Qiqi as if she didn't mean that.

Zheng Jianling gloated and laughed: "It's true that the wicked will be tortured by others."

"Who are you talking about!"

The evil sword spirit suddenly appeared with an extremely displeased voice.

Doesn't that mean him?

Ever since he followed that kid, he has been weak all day long, and only got better when he drank blood, but this old guy is alive and kicking every day, and he is oppressed and uncomfortable, and he can't leave, so he simply falls asleep when he has nothing to do.

If it wasn't for him not being able to control the sword body, he would have to find a bloodthirsty person.

Thinking of this, Xie Jianling became more and more unhappy.

"Hey old guy, why are you awake?" Zheng Jianling asked cheerfully.

"……roll."

Xie Jianling frowned impatiently: "I'm too lazy to catch up with you."

Then disappeared and did not speak again.

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indoor.

Lu Xiuyi took off his robe, revealing his muscular upper body. Underneath he was only wearing a pair of white trousers, hanging from his waist and abdomen. The smooth lines were also hidden under the trousers, which was extremely attractive.

He was attaching cloth strips round and round, and Wen Qifu was in front of him to supervise.

The strip of white cloth was peeled off, revealing the hideous wound.