Feng Jue became Ling Qingxuan’s retainer disciple, and stayed at Xuan Qing Palace.
Not even half a day after returning, Elder Huang came over.
“Elder Ling, my dear disciple Huang Chu was heavily injured by you, he’s unable to get out of bed even now, aren't you going to give me an explanation?”
If he were to be able to wake up in half a day, then Ben Zuo would just be joking around.
Ling Qingxuan spoke in a serious tone, “Technique, manual, spiritual weapon, spiritual fruit, Elder Huang choose whatever you like?”
It’s always like this when you have a lot of things, making it seem like Elder Huang came specially for these things.
Elder Huang didn’t expect to be blocked by these words, “Ling Qingxuan! You’re not acting like how an Elder should act, actually helping outsiders to beat up the sect’s disciple, he already isn’t your disciple, quickly hand him over to me to deal with!”
To begin with Elder Huang didn’t like him, due to being related to Ling Qingxuan he despised him even more, now it’s the perfect time to punish him.
Ling Qingxuan showed him the robe that Zhu Feng brought over, “he is now Ben Zuo’s retainer disciple, he is not considered as an outsider.”
“You’re obviously protecting the person in wrong! Don’t bother with so many reasons, quickly hand him over to me!”
“No.” Ling Qingxuan took out some rare weapons and manual as she place them on the table, “If Elder Huang thought it over, please go ahead.”
In the end Elder Huang spinelessly accepted the treasures and left.
While Mu Lin didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, he felt very as if his flesh been torn, “Master, how can you randomly give away high quality weapons.”
“It’s fine.” Ben Zuo still has a lot, either way they’re useless.
She looked at Feng Jue who was silently supporting his body with the spiritual sword. Throwing the retainer uniform to Mu Lin, “Before his Injuries heals, you’re temporarily in charge of taking care of him.”
“Yes Master.”
After she left, Feng Jue let go of the sword and fell to the ground.
Mu Lin pinched the retainer uniform as he looked at him with unknown emotion.
Was he unwilling for his master to be stolen from him, thus decided to lower his status just to be her side?
Maybe he’s just waiting for the day to regain his position.
Against him, he shouldn’t be too relaxed.
This is someone who almost defeated him/
[Host, you’re not going to go check on the villain, help him apply medicine?]
On hammock next to the empty space, Ling Qingxuan didn’t open her eyes, “Mu Lin will help him apply medication.”
[Even though the Male Lead didn’t directly cause the death of this body, but to begin with he is on the same team as the Female lead, Host putting him near you, suffer…]
Ben Zuo can see what he wants from his eyes, he honestly wants to learn.
Otherwise he wouldn’t again and again come to bother her.
Mu Lin’s Qi circulation was just like being cared for by the heavens, he had only returned to her side and the spiritual power went through a break though.
ZZ was rolling around in the space in anger, ahhh, really want to go see the villain.
In the silent dark night, one of the doors of Xuan Qing palace opened, Feng Jue’s body was covered in bandages, leaning again the pillar as he slowly made his way towards the main bedroom.
His eyes were dark, even under the light of the moon, there was no light.
The door to the main bedroom was slightly open, only the meditating Mu Lin could be seen.
Feng Jue walked towards the outer palace, and saw Ling Qingxuan on the hammock.
She had not slept, the calm and cold eyes were looking at the starry sky.
“Mas… Elder Ling.”
Feng Jue stood not far from her, asking cleverly, “you’re not going to rest?”
Ben Zuo is someone who is going to ascend, why rest, this little one’s tone seems to be a bit weird.
[Host, the villain is injured so heavily, you’re not going to show some care for him?]
He is not that weak.
Seeing that Ling Qingxuan wasn’t speaking, Feng Jue quietly stood by her side, soon the blood on his body started to seep out.
Ling Qingxuan smelled the scent of blood, throwing a bottle of medicine over.
“Elder Ling, this disciple is injured.”
And? Didn’t I already give you medicine?
“Can’t lift my arm, unable to properly apply it.”
The soles of the shoes rubbed against the gravel, the long dark hair poured out in the moonlight, and the crystal flower hairpin reflected brilliant colors.
Feng Jue’s eyes became sluggish as he quietly waited for Ling Qingxuan to help him apply medication.
The cold fingertips, the familiar feeling, Feng Jue’s face had a faint smile, making Ling Qingxuan feel a bit weird.
Did this little one used to like to smile this much?
“Elder’s hands are a bit cold.” Feng Jue covered her hand, blew out a breath of hot breath, helping her rub.
Ben Zuo’s body is on the cold side, thus naturally cold.
Feng Jue’s movements paused, lowering his head as he let out a voice, “Elder, is it that anyone can do these things to you? You won’t ever reject them?”
You mean holding hands? All these years, Ben Zuo seemed to had only held hands with one person, that person…. She can’t remember.
Seeing Ling Qingxuan slightly shake her head, Feng Jue excitedly approached her, pressed her down onto the hammock.
ZZ saw that Ling Qingxuan was about to use her spiritual powers, it quickly stopped her, [Host, if you add on any more, the villain will die, calm down!]
Ling Qingxuan was thinking about how to let him die, the handsome face before her became bigger, something warm and dry fell on her lips, the teeth slightly bumped together, her first reaction was to go find ZZ.
ZZ, why is he kissing me?
[May, maybe it’s too cold, human body can transfer heat .]
Ling Qingxuan picked him up like picking up a little chick and placed him on the side, taking off her outer robe and putting it on him, then wanted to walk around him to leave. However her wrist was grabbed by Feng Jue.
“Ling Qingxuan, I love you!”
When did the little one learn to lie, the favorability level isn’t maxed out yet, how can he love me.
Ling Qingxuan lightly resisted, Feng Jue was sent to the ground by the spiritual power, puking up a mouthful of blood right away.
“Haha, haha.” He wiped the blood on his lips, laughing brokenly, then looked at Ling Qingxuan, one word at a time, “Master, you are mine.”
“Ben zuo isn’t anyone’s.”
The blackened Villain is definitely weird, Ling Qingxuan left with a wave of her sleeve, she should just return to sleep.
Seeing that she didn’t have any other reaction, Feng Jue was disappointed.
“So it seems that Junior brother Feng likes this kind of woman.”
Qi Yuan wore a light red autumn robe, smiled as she looked at the person slowly sitting up, originally she wanted to come see Mu Lin, but didn’t expect to see such a god play.
However she didn’t expect that a woman like Ling Qingxuan actually had some that likes her, the world really is big, there is all kind of weird things, this Feng Jue, afraid his brain has some problems.
His secret being found out didn’t cause Feng Jue any panic, in a cold voice he spoke, “Xuan Qing palace doesn’t welcome you, please leave.”
“Junior brother Feng doesn’t rush to chase me away, if you like Elder Ling, senior sister can help you.
“No need.” Even though he was injured, Feng Jue summoned the spiritual sword and rested it on Qi Yuan’s neck.
Seeing that his eyes showed that he wasn’t joking, being enveloped by the killing aura, Qi Yuan stiffly retreated from the dangerous zone, “Stubborn.”
She must be going crazy as well, just now she actually felt scared.
She didn’t come to cause trouble tonight, she had already drew Feng Jue’s attention, if she were to draw Ling Qingxuan’s attention as well, she’s afraid she won’t be able to leave Xuan Qing peak.
Either way there are chances in the future, there is no need to tangle up with Feng Jue continuously, thinking of this she turned around and left.
The spiritual sword stabbed the ground, outside the palace there was only Feng Jue, he touched his lips as his lips lifted upwards, no one can separate him and Ling Qingxuan.
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