MTL - Do You Know How to Capture a Villain?-Chapter 53 53%

Shen Rongyu heard Ji Qingzhuo's words, and he looked down at her.

Ji Qingzhuo still had a calm expression. When she asked this question, she was a little nervous, because she had never asked others what they thought of her.

What other people think has nothing to do with her, and controlling those people can't affect her own life.

But today, standing on Shen Rongyu's snow burial sword, looking at his fluttering sleeves, and the faint fragrance of soul passing through his nose, everything around him is so smooth, it is reassuring.

Like a ghost, she asked this sentence.

After finishing speaking, Ji Qingzhuo regretted a little, what was she talking about, how could Shen Rongyu think she was amazing, he was a big villain, maybe her tricks that surpassed Wen Ying were just childish tricks to him Just every family.

Ji Qingzhuo immediately shut her mouth, she pursed her lips, hoping that Shen Rongyu didn't hear this sentence.

But Shen Rongyu could hear clearly, he even noticed the corners of her lips pursed uncomfortably.

Ji Qingzhuo is unobtrusive, as silent and boring as her, and even her expression is small and hard to catch, only Shen Rongyu has the patience to observe her.

—Since he knew she was a piece of wood, he began to observe her very carefully.

Shen Rongyu said: "It's very powerful. In the end, I used the mirror formed by the ice curtain to confuse Wen Ying. None of the elders around me can come up with such a tactic."

Ji Qingzhuo's victory over the strong with the weak was the result of calculation, because she did not possess too much power, but if there was a thorny forest full of swords and swords behind the ice curtain, Wen Ying would also bump into it.

Shen Rongyu's way of thinking has always been so bloody, he thought, it's not that Ji Qingzhuo is incapable of killing people, it's just that she doesn't want to.

Just like in the competition, she never summoned that sharp flying blade.

"Really?" Ji Qingzhuo asked cautiously.

"Zhuozhuo, of course it's true." Shen Rongyu's voice was gentle, like a spring of ice hardened in spring.

Ji Qingzhuo clenched the umbrella handle in her hand, and scratched it nervously a few times. Although she was a little happy because of Shen Rongyu's words, she only showed her emotions in these small actions. She nodded, her tone still calm :"Ok."

Shen Rongyu's waist muscles tensed, he held Ji Qingzhuo's hand and said, "Don't move."

Ji Qingzhuo put her hands behind her back in embarrassment, she didn't expect Shen Rongyu to discover such a small move of hers.

They had dinner with Elder Qiao Shu, and Qiao Shu congratulated Ji Qingzhuo for winning the first place in another course as usual.

Qiao Shu turned his back and said earnestly, "The monks of the Xuanyun Sect thought they had taken in a useless mortal monk."

"Qing Zhuo, it seems that you really want the high-grade elixir." Qiao Shu said with a smile, "The assessment of the formation class will be in one day. I don't know if you are ready."

The formation class is Ji Qingzhuo's second most sure course. The only variable is Jiang Qianke. He hasn't appeared in front of her for a long time, and I don't know if he has recovered from the injury caused by the soul chasing nail.

"It should be...ready." Ji Qingzhuo was indeed ready, and she still had the life-saving magic weapon and charm given to her by Yu Sukong and Shen Rongyu, so she didn't know if it would be useful.

She was helpless, but she couldn't find anyone to tell.

Ji Qingzhuo covered her long eyelashes, lowered her head, and quietly ate the rice in the bowl. She didn't tell others about Jiang Qianke's murderous intent, because... no one would believe it.

Shen Rongyu noticed her expression, and he had a calm expression on his face, he just pushed the fried asparagus on the table a little towards Ji Qingzhuo - when he was eating, he insisted on finding something to do to attract Ji Qingzhuo's attention.

As expected, Ji Qingzhuo raised her head, and she asked, "Does Brother Xiaoyu want to eat too?"

In fact, she was a little reluctant, because the fried asparagus was delicious, and she wanted to eat it all by herself.

Shen Rongyu coughed lightly: "I'm worried that you won't be able to catch it."

Ji Qingzhuo said seriously: "Brother Xiaoyu, I have very long hands."

She picked up an asparagus, put it in her mouth, and chewed it slowly.

Shen Rongyu knew that Jiang Qianke was going to kill her for an unknown reason, so he stared at her and did not speak again.

After returning to Baishui Island, Ji Qingzhuo opened his small purse, ready to take out the ice spirit fruit to feed Youyou.

Normally, Shen Rongyu didn't pay attention to her little purse that seemed to be able to take out everything, but just now when Ji Qingzhuo wanted to stuff the medicine bottle given by Wen Ying into it, he became curious about the structure of this purse.

He stepped forward and took the ice spirit fruit from Ji Qingzhuo's hand. At this time, Ji Qingzhuo was about to hug the chubby one again.

"Your hand is injured, it's too heavy." Shen Rongyu dragged the handle over again. The little guy was caught off guard by being called fat, so he dared not speak out, so he could only yell "嘤嘤嘤" to express his grievance.

Shen Rongyu stuffed the Binglingguo into Youyou's mouth to make him stop barking.

Ji Qingzhuo thought, Shen Rongyu is quite caring and willing to help her feed you.

So she took out the ice spirit fruit from her purse and handed it to Shen Rongyu.

Shen Rongyu's eyes fell on Ji Qingzhuo's small purse, and he asked, "Zhuozhuo, do you stuff everything in it?"

"Yes." Ji Qingzhuo showed Shen Rongyu the wonderful layout of his small purse, "Half of it is used to hold sundries, and the other half is used to hold other things..."

Because of buying the umbrella, Ji Qingzhuo gave Shen Rongyu her savings and three coins, so the other half of her purse only contained Shen Rongyu's charm and Yu Sukong's conch.

Shen Rongyu remembered that just now Ji Qingzhuo was going to stuff the medicine bottle to the side where the sundries were placed.

Inexplicably, his guilty conscience calmed down a little, and he put it down again, saying to Ji Qingzhuo, "Come here to heal your wounds."

In fact, Ji Qingzhuo felt that the injury on her arm was not serious. If it was really cut by the flying blade, it would be called pain. But now that the damage from the flying blade is blocked by her clothes, she only suffered the impact, but there will be some pain on her arm. The cyanosis will heal by itself in a few days.

She followed Shen Rongyu onto the bamboo platform, clutching her sleeves, and said to Shen Rongyu, "Senior Brother Xiaoyu, don't you need it?"

The main reason is that Shen Rongyu's wound medicine is too expensive, she has never seen anyone else use it so well, it is really unnecessary to use it on a small injury like hers.

But she didn't know that in the treasure house of the Dongshan royal family inherited by Shen Rongyu, there were countless precious wound medicines, which he could not use up in a few lifetimes.

Of course, Shen Rongyu didn't feel sorry for these wound medicines, he stretched out his hand to Ji Qingzhuo and said, "Zhuozhuo, come here."

Ji Qingzhuo tentatively put forward a reasonable suggestion: "Brother Xiaoyu, let Wen Ying give it, it's cheap."

Shen Rongyu flipped his big palm, directly pulled her wrist, pulled her, let her sit beside him.

Ji Qingzhuo's body fell on the bamboo couch, making a crisp "creaking" sound. In the dry autumn, the bamboo boards on the bamboo couch will make a sound when touched lightly.

"Senior brother Xiaoyu?" Ji Qingzhuo raised his eyes and looked at his shoulder helplessly, the maple leaves behind Shen Rongyu fell rustlingly.

"Use mine." His tone was light.

Ji Qingzhuo didn't insist any longer, and was just going to roll up his sleeves. The clothes in the world of cultivating immortals are similar to ancient clothes, but there are not so many rules in the design of the details, and the styles are also diverse.

The cuffs of her light pink dress today are tied with ribbons, and the soft fabric hangs down on her wrists, which is neat and cute. When the sleeves are rolled up, the ribbons must be untied first.

With a hook of Ji Qingzhuo's fingers, the ribbon was easily untied. The soft fabric hung down, and the end was decorated with a pale pink peach blossom, adorned with pearls. It fell on the large white sleeve on the bamboo couch.

Shen Rongyu's sleeves were hanging down, just in front of Ji Qingzhuo's body. Epiphyllum flowers were embroidered on the sleeves, like a fairy, and a small peach blossom ribbon fell on it, making tiny folds, like petals falling into water, making ripples.

As for the ripples, it's hard to tell whose heart the ripples are.

Ji Qingzhuo pulled up the white tulle, she turned her head to look at the injury on her arm, Wen Ying's mana was quite strong, and the flying blade was strong enough to hit a large bruise. Although the skirt on her body has a defensive effect, the designer of the skirt did not expect that the physical strength of the monk who had the money to buy it was so low.

Seeing that Shen Rongyu took out the medicine bottle and poured the cold medicine into the palm of his hand, and the bitter medicinal fragrance permeated his nose, Ji Qingzhuo suddenly felt something was wrong.

It's just like this... It seems to be quite embarrassing.

Holding the veil piled up on her arm, she said to Shen Rongyu: "Senior brother Xiaoyu, if I do it myself, I still have one hand."

Shen Rongyu leaned over, hair hanging from his shoulders, falling on his cheeks, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and his half-drawn eyelashes were cold and abstinent.

"No need." His tone was slightly cool, and then he covered her arm with his big palm, and the medicine spread with the temperature of his palm, slowly melting the blood on her arm.

Ji Qingzhuo felt some pain, and she frowned slightly, but she didn't say anything, just endured it.

"Just say it hurts." Shen Rongyu slowly rubbed the potion away.

— If you are in a bad mood, go and kill Wen Ying, he thought so.

In fact, it wasn't that painful and could be tolerated, so Ji Qingzhuo didn't speak, her arms were stiff, she just closed her eyes, hoping that Shen Rongyu would finish rubbing quickly.

Shen Rongyu stared at her, he saw her slightly trembling long eyelashes, he withdrew his palm, the injury on his arm had healed, and the bruise disappeared.

Ji Qingzhuo let go of her hand, and the soft gauze fell down to cover her slender arms. She picked up the ribbon on the bamboo couch and was about to tie it back again.

But her fingers touching the ribbon touched Shen Rongyu's, and his fingertips were burning with warmth.

Ji Qingzhuo's fingers curled up as if they had been electrocuted, looking a little frightened.

"I'll do it." Shen Rongyu has long been used to her nervous reaction, so he didn't care, he just said that, his fingers lifted the peach blossom at the end of the ribbon, and put it on Ji Qingzhuo's cuff.

The scattered tulle cuffs were tied up, and the peach blossom ribbon was tied in a knot, but Ji Qingzhuo's dress was still so gentle and lovely.

The knot Shen Rongyu tied was better than the one she tied herself, and Ji Qingzhuo was quite satisfied.

She looked at the little peach blossom on her wrist, and suddenly felt an inexplicable joy, Shen Rongyu was fine.

"Thank you, Brother Xiaoyu." The corners of her lips curled up slightly again, and she whispered thanks.

Ji Qingzhuo even smiled lightly, but unlike Shen Rongyu, her clear eyes also contained a sincere smile, which was different from the faint thin ice in Shen Rongyu's eyes when she smiled.

Shen Rongyu lowered his head, and he took Ji Qingzhuo's hand again.

As if the body moved faster without even thinking about it, Shen Rongyu pulled Ji Qingzhuo into his arms.

"Senior Brother Xiaoyu?" Ji Qingzhuo's tone was puzzled, she put her head on Shen Rongyu's shoulder, and asked him in a low voice what he was going to do.

"Cultivate." Of course Shen Rongyu didn't want to practice—he just wanted to give her a hug, but he didn't admit it. He told himself that he wanted to practice, and he told Ji Qingzhuo the same.

"It's still early." Ji Qingzhuo looked at Lang Lang and said.

"Right now," he replied.