The loyal dog of the villain Shizun is a and milky

"do not like."

Ji Qinglin replied decisively, with no trace of warmth in his eyes.

As fierce and decisive as he was when he killed someone, he killed him with a single blow.

"Teacher...understood."

Si Ruochen looked at Ji Qinglin's back as he turned and left, and no longer had the courage to ask to stay.

He is not qualified.

He was afraid that what he got in return was the way Ji Qinglin looked at another person through him.

There was a dull pain in Si Ruochen's chest, a fishy sweetness in his throat, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth along the crack of his lips.

Black.

I don't know how long I sat on the bed, from dawn to sunset, the afterglow sprinkled on the floor of the dark room, like light that was broken all over the place.

Ji Qinglin never came back.

Si Ruochen put on his clothes, glanced at Ji Qinglin's bed, then dragged his wounds that were not fully healed, and went back to his yard.

Ji Qinglin didn't return to the room until late at night.

This morning, Mo Zhu came to the room to look for him on something important, but before he could speak, he was so frightened by Ji Qinglin's operation that he ran away.

It wasn't until night that he finally recovered from the fright and remembered to tell Ji Qinglin about this important event.

Sitting on the soft bed, Ji Qinglin stroked his forehead thoughtfully: "You mean, the chalcedony I sent you to inquire about a few months ago is now in the Fuyun Building as the finale of tomorrow's auction?"

Mo Zhu nodded: "Yes, and my subordinates found out that the neighboring country Xiyong also secretly sent people to participate in tomorrow's auction, the purpose seems to be chalcedony."

The people of Chillon are his deadly enemies.

Ji Qinglin couldn't help but have a headache.

Chalcedony is alive with flesh and bones, and it is rumored that it has the effect of bringing the dead back to life.

The main reason for looking for it is because it can cure all kinds of poisons in the world.

But Si Ruochen's body was severely poisoned, and he would die soon.

In the original plot, the original owner was already dead at this time, and the things he had worked so hard to find were finally taken by Chu Yuan during the auction to completely capture Si Ruochen's sincerity.

Ironically, the poison was originally given by Chu Yuan.

To be honest, Ji Qinglin didn't want to go.

He is a useless person now, there is no need to lose his life for Si Ruochen, it is too unworthy.

The system could only helplessly say: [I can't help it, host, originally this matter was supposed to be done by the villain Chu Yuan, but he is dead now, and you have become a villain, so you have to go, otherwise wait for the protagonist to get poisoned, and you will die. I'm cool too, let's cool down together. 】

Ji Qinglin gritted his teeth and tried to bear it for a while.

The protagonist's martial arts has few opponents in the whole Wei Dynasty, and with the addition of Mo Zhu, there is no need to do it himself.

Xiyong will never move hundreds of thousands of troops here, so he has nothing to fear.

So the most important thing now is to find Si Ruochen.

But when he returned to the yard and wanted to find Si Ruochen, he found that the building was empty, and the quilt was neatly folded on the bed without a single wrinkle.

It was as if no one had ever been there.

In the silence of the room late at night, only his obvious ups and downs of breathing could be heard.

Seeing that his complexion was not very good, the servant said cautiously: "My lord, the young master said that he has returned to his own courtyard first, and he dare not disturb your purity here."

Ji Qinglin frowned, why?Is this just playing your temper and leaving?Who gave him the guts?

Besides, he was the one who made a move last night, so why is he still like a little daughter-in-law who can't be bullied!

So unreasonable!

"Hold the lamp, go to the prince's courtyard!"

As soon as Ji Qinglin finished speaking, he went out first, and the servants followed closely behind in fear.

Si Ruochen's courtyard.

In the middle of the night, the candles here were as bright as day, almost lighting up the lights in the entire courtyard. The maple trees planted by Ji Qinglin in the courtyard were dense and straight, and the maple leaves spread on the ground like fire.

Si Ruochen, dressed in white, danced his sword in the middle.

His injuries are still not fully healed, and every step is extraordinarily strenuous, with sweat on his forehead and shortness of breath.

After the dance, the wound on the chest was faintly cracked, and there were faint blood stains on the white clothes, like red plum blossoms.

Surrounded by darkness and shrouded in candlelight, Si Ruochen didn't seem to be in the world.

Ji Qinglin's eyes moved slightly, and after a moment he snorted coldly.

If you still have the time to relax, why not just poison you to death.

Si Ruochen had already retracted his sword at that time, turned around, and looked thoughtfully at Ji Qinglin who had been standing beside him for a long time:

"Master, if I die, will you feel sorry for me?"

Ji Qinglin was startled by his question at first, and thought to himself that this scoundrel knew that his life was not long, so he wanted to find a reason to drag him to be buried with him?

"..." Ji Qinglin rarely spoke human words, "Don't worry, as long as I live, no one will kill you."

Si Ruochen is dead, and he will definitely not live.

No matter how you think about it, this kind of answer can be regarded as a satisfactory answer, but Si Ruochen didn't seem very happy after hearing it.

Instead, he sighed lightly and asked him suddenly:

"Master, do I look good in this white dress?"

"Looking good." Ji Qinglin licked his hair, although he felt that he was baffled and always suspected that his brain was burned out, but he still flattered him very much, the so-called present is different from the past.

A phoenix that has lost its hair is not as good as a chicken, and Ji Qinglin who has lost his skills can only be a good person: "It's very beautiful."

Then Si Ruochen's upright body froze visibly to the naked eye. After a moment of silence, he asked him again:

"...Master likes it very much?"

If it was a different day, and the nonsense was more than three sentences, Ji Qinglin would definitely let him go, but now he has something to ask, so he can only reluctantly put on a professional smirk:

"My teacher likes it very much."

Si Ruochen bowed his head and remained silent.

This white dress belonged to Chu Yuan.

He felt that he didn't need to ask any more questions.

He is a joke.

The air suddenly became cold, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Ji Qinglin felt that the timing was just right:

"Tomorrow, I will go to Fuyun Tower as a teacher, and you will go with me as a teacher."

Ji Qinglin felt that he had answered every question very well just now, and this person would definitely not refuse.

Si Ruochen: "Master, this disciple doesn't want to go."

Ji Qinglin: "..."