The ugly slave nodded, his extraordinarily large eyes were slightly bulging, and he looked very frightening.
"Why did you come back to Jiulan Academy?"
The ugly slave's chapped lips moved slightly and he replied: "The owner of the tea shop beat me half to death and threw me into the garbage dump outside the back door. A noble man rescued me, then took me to the college and gave me a
A job to make ends meet.”
"Noble?" Ling Luo was a little surprised.
"Yes." Chounu hesitated for a moment and said, "That's the vice president of Jiulan College, Mr. Jingchen."
These words were all told to him by Luo Ge in advance.
That's why when Ling Luo asked questions, he could answer them fluently.
"Oh." She responded calmly, leaving a bottle of medicine as usual, and stood up and said, "Be smarter from now on. Those who are dull will always be bullied."
The ugly slave opened his eyes wide.
This makes the eyes, which were already a bit too big, look even more abrupt.
He leaned against the bookshelf and sat on the cold ground. Seeing that she was about to leave, his Adam's apple moved slightly and asked: "Last night... did that person hurt you?"
Ling Luo's steps stagnated slightly. She turned around, looked at Chou Nu with a slight smile, and said, "No, you are wrong. Yu will never hurt me."
It is not the turn of an outsider to ask about her affairs.
The ugly slave's eyes were bright and he said quickly: "But I clearly saw it last night..."
"We were joking." Ling Luo interrupted Chou Nu's words, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he smiled a little distantly, "He is my fiancé, and we often play around like that."
The ugly slave was silent.
Ling Luo's long eyelashes were slightly furrowed and she said, "Take good care of your injuries. Goodbye."
This is her second encounter with him.
Many years later, whenever Ling Luo recalled the scene at that time, it was difficult to connect that legendary man with the extremely weak and ugly slave he was now.
After turning around and leaving, Ling Luo went directly to the fifth floor of the library tower.
All the books on the fifth floor are about the cultivation of fire element.
There are no more than twenty fire cultivators in the entire Jiulan Academy.
Therefore, when Ling Luo arrived on the fifth floor, she only saw rows of empty bookshelves and an elderly librarian with a red beard.
She found the bookshelf about history and flipped through them one by one.
It took a full hour for her to finish flipping through about half of the history books. The history books here could probably be traced back to five hundred years ago, which was similar to the history books in the palace.
Ling Luo stretched out her fingers and rubbed her painful temples, frowning slightly.
"Girl, what are you looking for?"
At this moment, the red-bearded librarian came over and looked at her with a smile on his face.
Ling Luo was slightly startled, but a polite smile immediately returned to his face, and he said: "Hello, senior, I'm looking for a history book about a thousand years ago. Is there any here?"
"History books from a thousand years ago?" The red-bearded old man still had a gentle smile on his face and said, "No, no, antiquities from a thousand years ago are only available to the highest level, and you don't have permission to read them."
Ling Luo's heart trembled, and a hint of excitement flashed in her eyes.
There was indeed what she was looking for at the top of this library tower!
"Thank you, senior." Ling Luo bowed respectfully.
"Haha." The red-bearded old man smiled slightly and said, "It has been more than ten years since there were no students on this fifth floor. Are you a fire cultivator?"
Ling Luo didn't hide anything, nodded and said: "Yes, student Ling Luo is a fire cultivator."