People turned around in confusion and saw a young man hurriedly leaving everyone and walking to the stage. The young man was dressed in commoner clothes and was very handsome, but his expression was a little dull.
"who is this?"
"I don't know. Looking at the clothes, it looks like he is a servant of the Zi family."
"The servants can also make medicine?"
…
In the audience, people looked at the young man curiously. Ziyun on the stage also cast his eyes on the young man with confusion. After looking at him for a long time, he did not recognize who he was.
"Who are you?" Zi Changran asked with a smile.
Although the other party's clothes are ordinary, if he has the courage to stand on stage, he is certainly not an ordinary person. In the Zi family, as long as he has talent, he will be respected. He does not mind the young man dressing up as a servant.
"Mr. Hui, my name is Zi Tu, and I am Zi Tong's servant. I am here to offer medicine on behalf of my young lady!"
Zitu carefully took out a small medicine box from his body and brought it to Zi Changran.
Compared with Ziyun's medicine box, this medicine box is much simpler. It is just a piece of old paper folded casually. It can barely be called a medicine box.
"Purple Eyes?" Zi Changran muttered this familiar name, "Which Purple Eyes?"
Under the stage, some people from other sects had already recognized Zi Tu and immediately spoke to him.
"And that purple pupil, isn't it the useless purple pupil from the Zi family's sect!"
Hearing this, Zitu immediately turned to look at the audience and shouted displeasedly, "What nonsense are you talking about? My lady is not a waste!"
"That's right, that's right, it's not trash, it's a straw bag that can't even be distinguished from a seven-leaf clover from a five-leaf clover." The man in the audience mocked disdainfully, "Mr. Changran, you don't need to check it, the paper wrapped in it is
Maybe it’s some rubbish dumpling, you’re totally wasting your time!”
The audience immediately burst into laughter.
Even the spectators who had not thought about who Zi Tong was for a moment were reminded of the trash that had been forgotten by many people many years ago.
"You... dare to slander my young lady like this!" Zitu's face turned livid with anger, "If you have the guts, come up and challenge me!"
The young man in the audience looked at him disapprovingly, "What is your identity..."
Just mid-sentence, the young man suddenly screamed, raised his hands to cover his head, threw himself to the ground, retracted his palms, looked at the blood on his palms, raised his face angrily, "Who dares to hit me?"
"I!"
A single word reveals endless tyranny.
Everyone around looked away from the stage and saw a little girl in a red dress not far from the young man. The girl's face was extremely delicate, but at this moment, her little face had a cold expression.
.
In her delicate little hand, she was holding a wooden stick that was leftover from the stage. The bloody end of the wooden stick was pointing at the face of the beaten boy.
"Apologise to the purple disciple!"
"Miss!" Recognizing Zi Tong, Zi Tu jumped down from the stage in a hurry, "No need, the competition is important!"
Zi Tong raised her left hand, signaling Zi Tu to stop talking, and still stared at the astonished young man with cold eyes.
"Either apologize or die!"
Because she worked overtime to refine the medicine last night, she got up a little late. Zi Tu was worried that she would miss the opportunity, so he rushed over first. Just now, everyone was focused on the stage and did not notice her. See how dare this young man do this.
If he disdains Zi Tu, how can Zi Tong tolerate him?
The childish girl, with murderous intent on her face, holding a wooden stick dripping with blood in her hand, her voice was clearly sweet, but it seemed to come from the Hell of Hell.