Fast Travel: The Villain Is Obsessed with Attacking Me

Sure enough, as Wen Qi thought, the wound was bloody and bloody, maybe because of the bright light, it looked more hideous during the day than at night.

Wen Qi suffocated slightly in distress.

As if knowing that the girl was distressed, Lu Xiuyi raised his hand to hold her in his hand, covered her with his robe and put it on the table, and said in a low voice: "My dear Qiqi, don't look, you will have nightmares."

Looking at his wound, he felt hideous, let alone a girl.

"I'm not afraid." Wen Qi said in a low voice, but he didn't shake off his robe after all, and was covered obediently.

"Be good."

Lu Xiuyi chuckled, nodded her comfortingly through his robe, and began to treat his wound quickly.

Soon, the wound was roughly healed. He took a clean cloth strip and tied it back and forth for himself.

"All right."

Lu Xiuyi took the robe and exposed the girl.

Wen Qi looked at his clean and tidy wound, and nodded with satisfaction: "Next time if it still bleeds, I'll..."

"What?" Lu Xiuyi smiled.

Wen Qi blushed, and whispered: "I will...not help you."

"..."

Lu Xiuyi was successfully threatened, raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, there won't be a next time."

Wen Qi became more and more ashamed.

"Ah."

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At the same time, in a hall filled with aura, the atmosphere was solemn.

There were no less than a hundred people sitting there, some with serious expressions, some with disdainful expressions, and some with expressionless faces showing no signs of happiness or anger.

At the top of the innermost seat is the head of the Immortal Sword Sect, who is sitting in the main seat. He has an ugly face: "I think everyone has heard about the killing of the elder Zhang Qing of my sect. This time I will invite all the heads and heroes to come. For this matter, I don't know what you think?"

As soon as these words were uttered, the people below looked at each other in blank dismay, and many people started discussing. After a while, one person lazily said: "Master Lai, this matter has nothing to do with us."

"Yes, we are also very sorry that Elder Zhang Qing was killed, but this is also because of his lack of strength, what does it have to do with us? There is no need to mobilize people like this..."

"exactly."

Many people echoed, for them, this banquet is nonsensical, and because of their feelings, they have to come.

The head of Immortal Sword Sect's face became more and more ugly: "The matter of Elder Zhang Qing has nothing to do with you, what matters is the person who killed him."

"He was originally a talented disciple of our sect. A year ago, he defected from the sect, but he appeared inexplicably a few days ago, abolished the first disciple of our sect, and then killed 41 disciples of our sect one after another. This time, he even killed Elder Zhang Qing!"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became, and he clenched his hand on the handle of the seat, and his fingers were firmly pinched into the wood.

"This matter is really bad!"

"How can there be such a wolf-hearted person?!"

Everyone was filled with righteous indignation.

The man spoke again before, lazily asking the question: "So many people have died, isn't it because your clan ability is poor?"

Master Lai was furious: "Is Elder Zhang Qing poor in ability?"

"Well, it's not bad, just a little worse than me..." He picked up the cup on the case table and twirled it: "Could it be that you entertained us just to help you kill your defected 'disciple'?"

He emphasized the word "disciple", and laughed while speaking.

Most of the people in the hall were not as powerful as him. Although they didn't dare to contradict him like this, they all expressed approval.

"It's just a disciple, Zong Chou can solve it by himself, why bother to mobilize the teacher?"

"Yeah, I don't know what Master Lai means?"