1657. Chapter 1657 [Postscript] I want to marry you 8
Zitu frowned, "What I don't understand the most is why the elves in the elven village want to help the blood elites deal with Luo Jia?!"
"This..." The arena owner who was staying at Lesa Arena was also hesitant and didn't know how to answer. "I've only heard about the blood elves. After all, this race has been around for hundreds of years.
It has never happened, and I can’t confirm the specific things... However, if you two need anything, the Arena will definitely do its best to help you. As for sir, I don’t know where they are now."
At this time, Ye Weiyang was not here, but took Fen Tian to practice the art of human transformation. His whereabouts have always been mysterious, and the owner of the venue naturally did not know.
Zitu nodded lightly, "There is no need to trouble Mr. Ye about this matter for the time being."
The matter has not yet been clarified, so there is no need to mobilize forces like this.
Ye Weiyang, Zi Tong and others all have their own things to be busy with, and Zi Tu doesn't want to trouble everyone.
In the guest room not far away, Luo Jia slowly woke up and looked at the maid who was packing away the sundries. She glanced around in confusion, "Where is this?"
"Miss Luojia!" the maid came over happily, "This is the Death Colosseum. Mr. Zi brought you here."
Luo Jia breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously glanced at the place where he was hit by the arrow, "Thank you for bandaging my wound."
"This is not my fault." The maid smiled, "I just helped you clean up the blood near the wound."
Not her? Who is that?!
Luo Jia raised his eyebrows.
At this time, the maid had already picked up the sundries on the table.
"You need to rest first. I'll inform Mr. Zi. He has ordered you to inform him as soon as you wake up."
The maid left, Luo Jia propped up the bed with her arms and carefully sat up straight, looking at herself.
The wound on her chest was still stinging. Through the robe, she could see the outline of the bandage. What was wrapped around her body was a gray cloth robe - that was the purple disciple's clothes.
Could it be... that he is a purple disciple?!
Luo Jia's face suddenly burned up as she imagined him bandaging her wounds.
While she was thinking wildly, a figure rushed in and landed beside her bed.
"Luojia, how are you?!"
Zitu asked with concern.
"I..." Luo Jia's heart beat rapidly, but she just turned her face sideways and didn't dare to look at him, "I... I'm fine."
At this time, the owner of the venue also walked in. Looking at this strange couple, a smile flashed in the owner's eyes.
"You two are hungry after all, so I'll tell the kitchen to prepare some dinner for you."
Looking for an excuse, the host left immediately.
Zitu didn't look at the host, but stared at her face and continued to ask, "Are you still feeling dizzy?"
Luo Jia shook his head again.
"That's good." Zitu breathed a sigh of relief.
Luo Jia bit her lips lightly and looked at the chair beside the bed, "Zitu, thank you... thank you... for saving... saving me!"
Zitu glanced at her injuries, then looked at her expression, and suddenly realized something.
"Luojia, you... are sorry."
"Why...you apologized to me?" Luo Jia turned to look at him in confusion.
"I..." Zitu hesitated, "I...I am responsible for you."
Luo Jia didn't react, "What?"
"I..." Zitu stood up straight and finally plucked up the courage, "Luo Jia, I want to marry you, are you willing?!"
Luo Jia's Petrochemical on the bed | on the bed |.