Of course, Nan Xian did not bully Jiu Ming. He also did not use any spiritual power, but hit Jiu Ming in the face with his bare hands.
I don’t even know why, Nan Xian didn’t hit him elsewhere, but only hit his handsome face. However, Jiu Ming, who was bare-handed, couldn’t fight against Nan Xian, and his face was smashed into disarray...
"Qing'er, Nanxian won't beat Jiu Ming to death, right?" Nalanyan walked to Feng Ruqing's side and looked at Nanxian with a slightly strange look.
She always felt that Nan Xian was avenging a private vendetta? Taking the opportunity to bully Jiu Ming?
"No," Feng Ruqing curled her lips with a faint smile, "Nan Xian is measured, he is not this kind of person."
Nalan Yan breathed a sigh of relief. She did not speak again. Gu Yiyi on the side said somewhat unhappily: "Fox...Nan Xian is just avenging his personal revenge! You see how hard he beats him. Although it seems quite satisfying, but...
…It’s always wrong to hit someone.”
The vixen is too violent and has no gentleness at all. On the contrary, when Xiao Qing sees how gentle she is, maybe... he will abandon the vixen and follow her away?
Just thinking about it makes me happy!
The wind blows like black lines all over my head.
If...you didn't say the previous sentence, maybe I would really believe you.
"Nan Xian is not that kind of person," Feng Ruqing explained seriously again, "The Imperial Preceptor has always been very gentle, and he only wants to help Jiu Ming. Furthermore, Jiu Ming has always liked the Imperial Preceptor and has nothing personal with him.
How can we talk about public grudges and private grudges?"
Gu Yiyi looked at Feng Ruqing with dull eyes. What drug did Nan Xian give Xiao Qing? He was not even allowed to say a word to him.
This Nan Xian... was obviously seeking revenge, otherwise why not hit him elsewhere? Just his face?
Not long after, Jiu Ming's nose and face were bruised and swollen, and his face could no longer look like its original appearance.
"Are you awake?" Nan Xian faced Jiu Ming, his voice was clear and calm.
Jiu Ming's body crashed and fell backward.
The moment he fell, his evil-cold eyes gradually returned to their previous warmth, and he looked steadily at Nan Xian.
"You are finally here..."
The lines on his face were gradually disappearing, and a smile appeared on his lips: "I know you will come, so I wait for you to come."
When Hu Qing was here, he had no choice but to use this to delay time!
Otherwise, given Huqing's hatred for Xiao Qing'er, he might not be able to wait for Nan Xian to arrive...
Fortunately, Nanxian did not disappoint him. He came after all, and the risk he took was worth it.
Feng Ruqing paused as she was about to step forward. It was precisely because of her stupor that she failed to catch Jiu Ming who fell, and his body hit the ground hard.
Her face looked a little dark.
Is this bastard really going to compete with her for the Imperial Preceptor? Fortunately, she still regards him as a close friend! As a result, he actually has an unworthy idea of the Imperial Preceptor!
Of course, I don’t blame Feng Ruqing for misunderstanding this matter.
after all……
The words Jiu Ming said when he fell to the ground were not only misunderstood by Feng Ru, but also by others.
But looking at Jiu Ming who was lying on the ground, Feng Ruqing sighed softly, and finally walked forward, took out the well-preserved spiritual medicine meal she had filled in a bottle, and fed him carefully.
Who knows that he is Jiu Ming? Unlike those coquettish bitches outside who want to seduce the national master, she cannot ignore him.
Gu Yiyi looked at the spiritual medicinal meal that Feng Ruqing fed Jiu Ming to drink, and asked in an awkward tone: "Xiao Qing, how long have you been making this medicinal soup?"