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Lu Xuan angrily grabbed the pill and threw it on Zhuang Qiu's body. He was so angry that he couldn't speak, pointed at Zhuang Qiu and said, "Zhuang Qiu! I'll kill you! Stop!"

Zhuang Qiu walked away proudly.

For the first time in his life, he was so happy.

But he was going to die sooner or later, so what did it matter if he offended Lu Xuan? Zhuang Qiu took out all the grievances he had accumulated against Lu Xuan these days, and finally felt a little more relaxed.

It's just that he didn't go very far when he saw Ji Qingning who had watched the whole scene.

Seeing Ji Qingning again, Zhuang Qiu still felt pain in his heart, he was a little out of breath from the pain, as if a knife was really stabbing him.

Ji Qingning looked at Zhuang Qiu with extremely cold eyes, and said with a little threat: "It's about the honor of the master, brother, it's better not to talk about it."

Zhuang Qiu covered his heart, and smiled bitterly and desolately.

"Am I talking nonsense. Master and Lu Xuan are originally in love with each other. Can't you see Master's exclusive favor for Lu Xuan?"

Ji Qingning stared at Zhuang Qiu's face and said word by word, "That's just because Junior Brother Lu is still young."

"You are young, he is already sixteen this year, if in the mortal world, the daughter-in-law has married two wives, which master will let the disciple live by his side, will follow the disciple every step of the way, and will spoil him to the limit At this level, Ji Qingning, wake up, don't deceive yourself and others, it is impossible for Master to love you, only I will love you."

When Ji Qingning heard that Master didn't like him, he suddenly tightly grasped the armrest of the wheelchair.

He gripped it so hard that several veins popped out on the back of his slender, white hand.

Such a secret thing that he hid was spoken out in this way.

On the one hand, Ji Qingning was angry at being picked on, and on the other hand, he was sad that his master didn't like him.

He showed a sarcasm and said: "Do you love me? Who are you, can you compare with a finger of the master."

Zhuang Qiu pointed at Ji Qingning's nose and scolded: "Do you think you are worthy of me? You don't even look at how your cultivation talent is comparable to mine, except for your good-looking face and good-looking legs. A little flattering?"

When Zhuang Qiu said that, his heart was bleeding.

It turns out that this is the feeling of scolding the person you cherish the most.

He thinks that Ji Qingning is likable everywhere, and everything is good. The only bad thing about him is that he doesn't like him. .

Zhuang Qiu's words were duplicity, but he scolded extremely happily.

He seemed to want to vent out the humbleness and pain of these years.

Anyway, after today, no one remembers what he said, so what does he care about.

Zhuang Qiu endured the grief in his heart, and laughed like he was crying.

"If I knew it would be such a result, why would I bother." Zhuang Qiu shook his head, and then a flash of spiritual power flew into Ji Qingning's body.

Ji Qingning suddenly found himself unable to move.

Ji Qingning's eyes widened, he looked at Zhuang Qiu, as if looking at something unclean.

Zhuang Qiu's hand parted his hem and touched his smooth thigh.

Ji Qingning's legs have never been walked on, but they have been maintained with good treasures, so not only do they not have any muscles, but they are smooth and tender.

Zhuang Qiu was amazed at the feel of this leg, it was even better than he imagined.

He smiled at Ji Qingning: "Junior Brother Ji, you don't really think you can resist me, do you? It doesn't matter if you disgust me. Anyway, I don't expect you to love me now, but I've taken care of you for so long. Take care of me." Interest, it should be."

Ji Qingning gritted his teeth, a pair of almond eyes cut Zhuang Qiu's body like a knife, he was angry and ashamed.Ji Qingning has been unable to walk since he was born, because of his low self-esteem, he never let anyone touch his legs. In the past, he used to apply medicine and massage all by himself.

There was no feeling in the legs, but the sense of shame swept through Ji Qingning's head like a fire.

"Stop! Let me go! If you touch me again, I promise I will kill you!"