"I'm fine, Master." Bo Cixin shook his head slightly. This time, his voice didn't need to pretend to be hoarse, it was already naturally hoarse.
Just now she looked at the anger in Di Wuxie's eyes and wanted to hide her voice. She was afraid that he would recognize that it was yesterday's voice. She just covered up her voice a little bit, unlike Chi Tian who was usually a man.
The sound is different from the usual clear and crisp sound, but it is very natural.
"There are bruises on his neck and he says he's fine." Lan Mingyou frowned slightly. He didn't even know that the worry in his eyes was obvious.
He raised his eyes slightly, with a charming light in his narrow eyes, and there was a lot of anger in his eyes when he looked at Di Wuxie.
"Does it hurt?" Lan Mingyou pursed her lips slightly and asked Bo Cixin for the first time in a particularly soft voice. He was usually very indifferent.[
"It doesn't hurt much anymore. It's okay, Master, don't interfere in this matter." Bo Cixin shook his head slightly. Although his neck still hurt a little, he didn't want Lan Mingyou to wade into this muddy water again.
Lan Mingyou said nothing, but glanced at Bo Cixin indifferently.
From the beginning to the end, Lan Mingyou never asked Bo Cixin what happened, nor how it started.
Because he believed in Bo Cixin, even if Bo Cixin was wrong, he, Lan Mingyou, would rather stand behind her and fight against the right with her, even if it was the whole world, he didn't care.
"Xin'er, please step back and wait for Master to seek justice for you." Lan Mingyou's thin lips moved slightly, her violet hair was wild and dazzling, floating slightly in the air, and her alluring face was so handsome.
, as if he was the person who walked out of the painting.
"Master
Those light footsteps were as fast as thunder. Even if you stare closely at that speed, you can't see the process clearly, just because everything is too fast.
"How could you bully my apprentice?" Lan Mingyou raised his eyebrows handsomely, and slapped Di Wuxie's chest mercilessly with his vigorous palm.
Di Wuxie turned his body slightly to one side and nimbly dodged Lan Mingyou's attack, but his other hand still resisted Chi Jinxiao without any slack.
"Her name is Xin'er?" Di Wuxie's face was expressionless. Chi Jinxiao's hand, which was holding his wrist, could no longer restrain Bo Cixin. At this time, he deftly shrank back and moved towards Lan Mingyou.
His shoulder was struck.
The strong wind from the palm of his hand caused the feathers on Lan Mingyou's shoulders to sway and tremble constantly, but his other hand was still facing Chi Jinxiao.
"What her name is none of your business!" Lan Mingyou raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile. He didn't dodge when he saw his chopping hand, and directly reached out to grab his hand.
The three of them were facing each other. Chi Jinxiao's black eyes were extremely cold. Di Wuxie didn't take him seriously at all. Otherwise, why would he pay attention to Lan Mingyou when he was fighting with him.
The three of them resisted each other with three palms, each holding a strong force. At this time, unless under the influence of the outside world, I am afraid that none of the three would let go first.
"Uncle, what should we do?" Bo Cixin frowned and looked at the three of them, one black, one white and one red, the colors were all so bright and dazzling.