Ji Nuan saw that Rong Qi was a little angry, and vaguely felt that it had something to do with him.
She simply didn't want to hide anymore, looked straight into his eyes, and asked the question that had been haunting her all along,
"Rong Qi, did we know each other a long time ago?"
Her voice is very soft.
Rong Qi looked at Ji Nuan in front of him, the girl's light brown pupils were full of sincerity, the heart in her chest seemed to be missing a corner for a moment, and was pulled down abruptly, suffocating in pain.
"I once, owed you a lot?"
She continued to ask, her voice was still very soft, making it impossible to guess the slightest emotion,
"Yeah?"
So Huo Xuan would always say those confusing things to her, even strange things.
If the remaining memories in the mind are true, then what role does tolerance play in it.
Why, she didn't have him in her mind, not at all.
Rong Qi looked into Ji Nuan's eyes, for a long time, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, he stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, the whole person suddenly came closer, condescending,
"If I say yes, Miss Ji, how do you plan to compensate me?"
Ji Nuan looked up at him, blinking her long eyelashes,
"What do you want?"
Rong Qi sneered, with a careless tone in his tone,
"Why don't you kill that man this morning first, bring his head and give it to me, it's your sincerity."
In his tone, killing people is like cutting melons and vegetables.
Ji Nuan raised her hand to touch his wrist, her eyes gradually became calm,
"Rong Qi, you don't have to be like this."
Rong Qi leaned over, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her up, the two bodies were almost stuck together,
"What if I say I'm serious?"
His voice was very soft, but there was a taste of bloodthirsty, and the deep pupils pierced the flesh like sharp knives.
"Ji Nuan, have you ever thought about how I have survived so long and how I have survived to this day?"
"Back then you wanted to kill me desperately, what was it for?"
"Do you really think that I am a good person if I tolerate it?"
The sound of weeping blood, every word punishes the heart.
Ji Nuan met his eyes without any fear, she smiled softly and asked a question,
"What is the definition of good and bad?"
Rong Qi snorted and threw her away abruptly,
"Still sharp-tongued."
He looked at her coldly, with disgust in his eyes,
"Get out, I don't want to see you!"
Ji Nuan rubbed her wrist, not angry at all, her voice was still gentle,
"I can go out, you drink the medicine first."
A lot of spiritual herbs were added to the medicine, which was good for his injuries.
After all the ruthless words, but in exchange for such a light sentence, it was as if someone had punched the cotton.
Rong Qi really wanted to grab the medicine bowl and throw it on the ground, but Ji Nuan in front of him seemed as if he would not leave unless he drank it.
Ji Nuan saw his actions and said in a low voice,
"Downstairs, there are many more."
The implication is that after smashing this bowl, there will be more below.
Immediately, Rong Qi felt a mouthful of blood clogging his chest, and he almost didn't come up to block himself to death.
Didn't get beaten to death by the ghost king, didn't get annoyed to death by those annoying things, but was almost pissed to death by the light words from the person in front of him!
In a fit of anger, he picked up the medicine bowl and drank it down, then slammed it heavily on the table. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com