The bottle hit Luo Ge's chest, and then fell to the ground with a "ding", breaking into porcelain pieces, and a thick golden concoction flowed out.
He stared at the puddle of debris, his expression flickering, and there was a faint storm raging in his ice-blue eyes.
"I didn't give you this medicine bottle." His voice was as cold as ice.
Ling Luo rolled her eyes at him extremely impatiently and said coldly: "Okay, it's now this time, what else is there to quibble about."
Luo Ge slowly raised his head and looked at Ling Luo, his ice blue eyes locked deeply on her: "It's really not me, Luo'er, you believe me."
"If I believed you, I wouldn't call you Ling Luo!" She gritted her teeth with hatred.
The corners of Luo Ge's lips raised a thin arc.
He explained everything that needed to be explained. If she didn't believe him, there was nothing he could do.
He turned around, walked around her, and walked downstairs.
He was very annoyed and tired and wanted to be alone.
Ling Luo watched Luo Ge's leaving figure and did not pursue him again.
He was beaten and beaten, and all the anger that needed to be vented was lost. I hope he can repent in the future and stop doing such boring things.
The moment she turned her head, Ling Luo happened to meet a dozen pairs of searching eyes.
They were all classmates who ran out of the classroom to watch the fun.
Standing in front of the crowd was none other than the aggressive Chen Yin. She had an angry look on her face, her hands on her waist, and she stared at her fiercely like a tigress.
"Ling Luo, what are you pulling on? You dare to hit Mr. Luo. Do you know that he was admitted to our Jiulan College with the first place!"
Ling Luo glanced at her lightly, raised the corners of her lips with a disdainful arc, and said coldly: "Do you think you know a lot?"
Of course, Luo Ge is a spy of the enemy country. I am afraid that if she says this now, no one will believe it.
"At least I know more than you know!" Chen Yin was extremely unconvinced.
"If you like that kind of stuff, just go after it yourself. Why bother picking on me for nothing? It's boring."
Ling Luo frowned impatiently and walked out of the crowd.
Her speed is extremely fast, and it is certain that no one present has the strength to catch up with her.
The courses in the academic room no longer mean much to Ling Luo. What she values more now is the martial arts master Pyrotechnics passed on to her, Abi Yanjing.
So, she passed through the crowd and went directly to the library tower.
The master said that she would go to the fifth floor of the tower every morning and he would explain some knowledge about fire warriors to her, and then go to the Yanguang Valley to practice in the afternoon.
After entering the library tower, when reaching the second floor, Ling Luo stopped for a moment.
Her eyes involuntarily drifted to the edge of the seventh bookshelf, and as expected, she saw the extremely thin figure.
This time, he held a big broom in his hand and was busy cleaning.
The students next to them, seemingly on purpose, were reading and eating, and threw banana peels and other things directly at the feet of the ugly slave.
The ugly slave's reaction was relatively slow, and he fell forward with one foot, falling on his back, looking extremely embarrassed.
What followed was another burst of laughter.
The ugly slave stood up without changing his expression, patted his clothes, then picked up the banana peel and walked towards the trash can at the corner of the stairs.
That's where Ling Luo stood.
The moment Chou Nu saw Ling Luo, he was so excited that a faint purple flashed across his abnormally large eyes.