Seeing that Rong Xian didn't answer for a while, Si Xin rolled her eyes and said gloatingly, "I think the little junior sister was deceived and I'm embarrassed to say it."
Rong Xian glanced at Si Xin, and at this sight, Si Xin's inexplicable chills stood on end.
Both Tsinghua and Yangming became worried. In their hearts, Rong Xian was really a person who was easy to deceive. If someone really deceived Rong Xian and made Rong Xian sad, they would not let that person go.
"Speaking, can you be sure that Jiu Liu is the young patriarch of the Yu Clan?" Tsinghua asked urgingly.
"Hmm—" Rong Xian stretched her tone, whetted the appetites of Tsinghua, Yangming, and Sixin. After seeing the nervous expressions of the three, she gave this answer: "Yes."
Tsinghua and Yangming were a little relieved, they still trusted Rong Xian, since Rong Xian said that that person was the young patriarch of the Yu clan.
"He wasn't in a coma. You gave him the antidote, right?" Tsinghua said with certainty.
Rong Xian pondered for a moment, and when Tsinghua thought she had guessed wrong and the little apprentice couldn't bear to point it out, Rong Xian said slowly, "You can say the same."
Shen Jiulu was always in front of the antidote at that time, and the person she didn't give the antidote didn't pass out. But she did give the antidote later, and it was Shen Jiulu who took the antidote to save people.
Therefore, her master is still very powerful, and one sentence points out two facts.
Tsinghua was choked for a moment, and with a light cough, he changed the subject and said, "Where's the young patriarch?"
Rong Xian said without any concealment, "Go to save people."
Yang Ming asked in surprise: "Who did he save? Could it be his friend?"
"Of course..." Rong Xian gasped with an innocent face and said, "No."
Yang Ming: I haven't seen you for eight years, and the little junior sister has become naughty.
Rong Xian sighed and said, "It's my friends who were saved by Jiu Liu, but I don't know if they were injured or not. After all, the monks who came to find the blood of the Sword Emperor are too crazy."
She said in a sympathetic tone: "It's good that Wuwei passed out and passed out. Most of the people who didn't pass out lost their lives. They all died in infighting."
Rong Xian didn't say nonsense casually. The old woman died at the hands of the middle-aged man. Those two were outsiders to Rong Xian, so wasn't their cannibalism an infighting
Oh, by the way, there are people who died at the hands of Ling Juncong and Lu Yuan, that's considered an infighting. Rong Xian firmly refused to admit that Ling Juncong and them were with her.
She pretended to pull up her sleeves and wiped the corners of her eyes, the corners of her brows and eyes were naturally melancholy: "There are so many people who don't care about their lives and fight to the death just for the sword emperor's blood and blood, they just don't care about it. alone?"
Well, Rong Xian completely ignored the fact that she would execute dozens of people with a single order.
Rong Xian paused, looked at the heavy night with a deep gaze, sighed slightly, and sang and said: "Watching one life disappear in front of me, my heart is really unbearable. I can't stop them, nor A way to bring those people back to life, I—"
"Little Junior Sister, don't be sad, it's not your fault." Yang Ming couldn't help but comforted Rong Xian when he saw that Rong Xian was so uncomfortable.
It's those people who suffer on their own, there is absolutely no need for the little sister to pity them, alas, the little sister is just too kind.
Rong Xian, who was interrupted, looked stunned, bad, the sentimentality that had been brewing just now was disturbed by the senior brother.
Rong Xian didn't want to talk to Yangming, so she continued her own words and said with an expressionless face, "—I'm very sorry."
The atmosphere was lost, she said sadly, without any emotion at all.
But fortunately, when Yangming saw Rong Xian, several people brought their own filters. Yangming met those eyes as clear as the sky, full of intolerance and loneliness for the death of the enemy, like a compassionate and universal Buddha.
For a while, Yang Ming felt that his soul was sublimated after being baptized by such compassion.
He said faintly: "Little Junior Sister, don't feel sorry for the unrelated people, there are still many people in this world waiting for you to save them."
Si Xin whispered, "Can she be saved?"
After being silent for a while, Tsinghua said helplessly: "They are not worthy of you, Xiaoxian, as long as you protect the people who are worthy of protection. In order to snatch the sword emperor's blood, it is their own greed that makes them doomed forever, and you It doesn't matter."
Si Xin rolled her eyes: "Fake mercy, the sword emperor's blood is on you. If you really don't want to see someone die for him, you might as well take the sword emperor's blood and disappear with you."
Rong Xian glanced at her in surprise, frowning in thought.
Seeing that the little apprentice was really considering Sixin's outrageous suggestion, Tsinghua's face turned cold: "Sixin, that's enough! Xiaoxian is your junior sister, how can you be so mean and have no sympathy?"
What does it mean to disappear with the sword emperor's blood and essence, what kind of bad idea did this come up with.
Si Xin's eyes turned red when she was so ruthlessly disciplined by her master.
Rong Xian seemed to come back to her senses now, and Shi Shiran said, "Master, Senior Sister has a straightforward temperament. This is not intentional, so don't be angry."
She said obediently, "Master, don't be angry, the disciple will be worried if you are angry."
Tsinghua's face softened, just as he was about to say something, his eyes narrowed and his body flashed, and he quickly came to the front of the disciples.
"Doctor Rong." The frivolous tone suddenly sounded, causing Tsinghua and Yangming to frown in displeasure.
At this time, a group of people came into sight.
Shen Jiuliu, who is dressed in a clean white robe and has a red mole on his eyebrows, walks in the front, and behind him is Ling Juncong, who is still dressed in coarse linen. Ling Juncong is surrounded by four women with different temperaments. Now, all eyes are fixed on Ling Juncong, the emotion in his eyes is straightforward and undisguised.
The last ones were Lu Yuan and Anyang. The two brothers finally met, which is gratifying.
Through the mist, looking at Rong Xian, who was still out of the ordinary under the cold light of the night pearl, the obsession in Jun's eyes disappeared in a flash.
He quickly jumped over Shen Jiulu and saluted Tsinghua and Yangming, then approached Rong Xian and said with a grudge: "Doctor Rong, how can your medicine be indistinguishable from enemy and mine? , even I fell to the ground and almost broke my face."
Rong Xian took a closer look at this heroic face, smiled softly, the kind with its own holy light: "Don't worry, I can cure it even if it's broken."
Ling Junnian almost didn't kneel for her, and then he sensed the swooshing knife beside him. He looked at Qingbo and Yangming blankly. What's going on
He didn't seem to have offended Master Rong Xian and Senior Brother, right, and he did a good job of etiquette, so what was the matter with these two people throwing a knife at him
Yang Ming took a step forward, and the invisible Ling Juncong separated from the younger sister, and said with a dignified expression: "There is a difference between men and women, just talk when you talk, what are you doing so close?"
Rong Xian: I can't bear to die so many people. o(︶︿︶)o alas
(End of this chapter)