Lu Chen witnessed all this happening and knew that the next one must be himself.

He looked at Lan Zeyi who was walking towards him step by step, and he couldn't understand why Su Qinwu chose Lan Zeyi instead of him.

He felt that he was no worse than Lan Zeyi.

Except for appearance.

Su Qinwu can’t choose a person, right?

Once Lan Zeyi approaches, it will be difficult for him to have the chance to be alone with Su Qinwu. Lu Chen couldn't help asking her: "Senior, I want to know why it is him rather than me?"

Su Qinwu thought about it seriously: "Because he looks good."

Lu Chen: “…?!”

Really look at the face?

Su Qinwu saw his expression changing constantly, lost, unwilling, resentment, and gritting his teeth. Her thoughts moved slightly and suddenly asked, "Do you want to kill him?"

Lu Chen was about to deny it, but remembered the murderous intent that suddenly burst out when he was fighting against Lan Zeyi. He stopped the words to his mouth and did not answer.

Su Qinwu raised her eyebrows: "That's there?"

It was only the first time that Lan Zeyi and he met, without hatred and hatred. The only intersection and conflict were the three battles just now. With just such a thing, he actually wanted to kill Lan Zeyi?

Such a petty treacherous?

Is the son of luck who is on the road of revenge so small that he wants to hate this?

Or is it that the son of luck is born with the Supreme God?

Su Qinwu glanced at him: "Do you have anything to do?"

Lu Chen: "I..."

He wanted to explain, but didn't know how to speak.

Since she saved him in the thunder pit, he has hidden some unspeakable thoughts about her, but he cannot say it in front of her-

At this time, Lan Zeyi had already come to them.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Lan Zeyi turned his head and looked at him. His emerald-like eyes were beautiful and cold, with cleanliness far away from the world.

Lan Zeyi was still holding the ordinary little branch in his hand. New buds had just been drawn out of the tip of the branch. When Lan Zeyi looked over, he seemed to be looking at him.

Lu Chen suddenly realized something and looked up at Lan Zeyi, but he happened to meet Lan Zeyi's eyes.

At that moment, Lan Zeyi's cold eyes suddenly turned into an abyss with thousands of sharp blades, the ice was bone-broken, bottomless and terrifying murderous aura.

That was... what a horrifying look.

For a moment, Lu Chen thought he would be killed by his eyes!

However, the next second, Lan Zeyi's gaze had returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

His expression was indifferent: "Steal the spirit grass."

Lu Chen's surprise did not fade away, and it seemed to remain on his back as if nothing had happened. He didn't know whether Su Qinwu knew that Lan Zeyi had this side. He wanted to remind her that Lan Zeyi was still staring at him, so he could only choose to hand over the spirit grass first.

Lan Zeyi took the spirit grass and turned around and walked to Su Qinwu with a pure expression and looking forward to her eyes: "You just said that they could give me a hug as a reward for winning. Can I hug you now?"

Su Qinwu had refused once before and didn't want him to be too depressed, so she took the initiative to hug him.

Lu Chen: "?!!"

At this moment, Lan Zeyi turned his face and smiled at him in a place that Su Qinwu could not see. It was obviously a very clean smile, but Lu Chen felt a little show of flaunting and provocation for some reason.

Lu Chen: "..."

Suddenly I wanted to kill him!

Su Qinwu didn't know Lan Zeyi's actions, but in an instant she felt the murderous intent of Lu Chen, let go of Lan Zeyi and said to Lu Chen: "Hate may encourage you to grow up quickly, but if you have been living in hatred, your life will stop here. I hope you can do it yourself."

She removed the ban and said to Lan Zeyi: "Let's go."

Lan Zeyi waved his sleeves, put all the spiritual herbs into the storage ring, and said with a smile: "Okay."

Lu Chen watched Su Qinwu take Lan Zeyi's hand away, and for a moment he wanted to rush forward and break their hands apart.

But at this moment, Lan Zeyi suddenly looked back.

Lu Chen's emotions were too late to take back, and it just condensed on his face.

Zhang Wenyue limped to Lu Chen's side, and looked at their disappearing figures in the forest, and couldn't help complaining: "Brother Lu Chen, your friend is so cruel that he doesn't even leave a spiritual herb for us."

The other two came over and heard this and agreed.

One said, "When you defeated him the first time, you shouldn't give him a chance to fight again. You just slame his hands and pressed him to the ground to rub it. Isn't it just that nothing is gone?"

Another said: "Lu Chen, you still treat them as friends. Do you think they treat you as friends? Now, we are all making wedding dresses for them."

Zhang Wenyue was filled with righteous indignation: "I can't swallow this!"

Lu Chen let out a heavy breath: "Stop talking."

Zhang Wenyue asked in a high voice: "Are you going to let them take it away?"

Lu Chen said: "They saved me, and it is also worth giving it to them."

Zhang Wenyue said angrily: "Even if they save us, we shouldn't take advantage of the situation to rob us!"

Although the spirit grass was taken away by Lan Zeyi, she felt that it must be because Su Qinwu was instructing her behind the scenes and gritted her teeth and said, "No, I have to find a way to get it back."

Lu Chen was upset when he heard her keep clamoring and said angrily: "Can you beat her?"

Zhang Wenyue was even more angry when she thought of the seventh-grade spiritual sword that was easily broken by Su Qinwu.

She knew that she could not beat Su Qinwu, so she decisively hit her with her companions and instigated: "One of us can't beat her and two of us can't beat her. Can the four of us not beat her? Besides, we have to fight openly, we can always do it quietly, right?"

The other two were immediately moved.

Among the four people, Lu Chen was the strongest. They were about to convince Lu Chen to act together when they heard Lu Chen sneer: "Do you know how high her cultivation is? I will never stop you if I want to die!"

Zhang Wenyue's heart skipped a beat: "What kind of cultivation is she?"

Lu Chen said coldly: "My Thunder Sword was taught by her decades ago. What kind of cultivation do you think she has?"

As he spoke, a rustling sound suddenly came.

He subconsciously turned his head and saw that he was shocked.

The blood vine actually went back!

He said in disbelief: "Run!"

Just as he was about to run away, Zhang Wenyue's storage ring suddenly made a loud noise.

Bang!

The storage ring exploded.

Zhang Wenyue's hand was blown to the point of blood.

The things in the storage ring were scattered everywhere like snowflakes, while the spirit herd sheep quietly hid in the dense jungle amid the explosion.

Zhang Wenyue wanted to pick it up, but the blood flower vine had already attacked...

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After leaving for a while, Lan Zeyi suddenly asked quietly: "Qinwu, why do Lu Chen always call you teacher?"
Chapter completed!