"If I use magic, I can naturally avoid you, and you can't hurt me. It's just that I don't want to use magic to hurt innocent people." Yu Wen Xunli said while letting Xia Hou Ranluo support him to stand up.
He got up and said, "But princess, you don't have to worry, it's just a flesh wound. He has been trapped here for so long by me, and he also has resentment in his heart. This is understandable, and... this is a cultivation illusion after all, and the cultivation is not only
It's magic, but also the human heart. I think since this gentleman can live so well here, he is naturally used to killing. He couldn't control the murderous intention in his heart for a while..."
"Stop talking nonsense, what I hate most in my life are warlocks." Yelu Jingda interrupted Yuwen Xunli, "It's pretentious and disgusting. You warlocks can kill as many people as me. I kill people to win the war.
, you are only killing people for your own selfish desires."
"Okay, stop talking." Xia Houranluo shouted dissatisfied, interrupting the argument between Yuwen Xunli and Yelu Jingda, "Let's take everyone out first and then we can talk slowly. This place...
I don’t feel comfortable staying there either.”
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There was a lingering feeling of sluggishness in the Xingyu Palace day and night. Xiangli Rongde knew that Xia Houranluo had left early this morning. He believed that Xiahou Yazuo had told her a lie. The lie might be perfect.
That would prevent Xia Houran from coming to see him.
I heard that the life of a warlock is longer than that of ordinary people. Is it true that he cannot go out and can only stay in this wing for the rest of his life?
"Sir, my servant has brought lunch." A little girl opened the door as she spoke, and then walked in carrying a lunch box. The little girl looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, and she looked...
She has a childish face, is wearing a white chest-length Confucian skirt, and has a double bun, and she looks very cute.
"Thank you for your hard work." Being gentle to the little girl, Xiangli Rongde looked beyond the little girl and looked outside the door. There really was no need for guards outside the door, but it was a pity that even if there were no guards, even if he left the wing,
I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of the Xingyu Palace.
"Young Master, you're welcome." A blush appeared on the little girl's face. Then she placed the lunch box on the round table in the wing and laid out the meals one by one. "My name is Huan Zhu, and I will be responsible for delivering meals to the Young Master in the future.
Whatever the young master likes to eat, you can tell me."
"You can do whatever you want." Why does Xiangli Rongde think about what to eat every day? He is just a prisoner. Even if he has rich clothes and delicacies, what's the point?
Seeing that Xiangli Rongde seemed to be worried and unhappy, Huanzhu spoke softly: "I heard that the young master is not feeling well and needs to stay in Xingyu Palace to recuperate. If the young master doesn't eat well, his health will not get better.
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It turns out that Xiahou Yazou didn't tell anyone about his affairs...Does this give him the last bit of dignity?
He sneered in his heart, but Xiangli Rongde still had a gentle smile on his face: "It's okay, I'm afraid my illness will never be cured."
"Master, please don't be discouraged. I believe that Master will get well soon!" Huan Zhu had a serious expression on his face, and his big black eyes were full of sincerity.
For a moment, Xiangli Rongde had a similar feeling of deja vu. In the past, there was a woman who told him with certainty that he would get better when he was sick. That person was Ye Shi.
