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Chapter Twenty-Three: In the One Hundred Seventy-Four Days After Her Death

Yue Ruxi raised her eyebrows and said coldly in Su Wan's expectant eyes: "You are cold if you are cold. What does it have to do with me?"

Su Wan was confused, and Yu Zhao was also confused. They both looked at him. Yue Ruxi was a little confused and touched the tip of her nose: "Did I say something wrong?"

Su Wan's eyes suddenly turned red, as if Yue Ruxi had done something heinous.

The sect disciples who came with him looked at Yue Ruxi with condemning eyes and said angrily: "Senior Brother Yue, as a man, you should know how to take care of girls. Junior Sister Wanwan said that she feels cold, so you should comfort her softly.

Instead of being so indifferent!”

Yue Ruxi was silent for a moment, then turned her gaze to Yu Zhao and said in an awkward and small voice, "What about that? Don't be cold."

Yu Zhao: "..."

Sect disciple: "..."

Su Wan: "If Senior Brother Yue doesn't like me, just say so. Why bother to ridicule me like this? Wanwan is being sentimental. She shouldn't think that she and Senior Brother Yue are already friends. Wanwan has overstepped her bounds. Senior Brother Yue, don't blame Wan.

It will be later."

What he said was so miserable, as if the girl had been sluggish like a mat for several years, causing her to become pregnant before we were married and then abandon her wife and children.

Yu Zhao got goosebumps when he heard this.

Yue Ruxi blinked her eyes innocently, not realizing that there was anything wrong with what she did: "Yes, it's good that you know it yourself. You are squeamish and annoying, and you are full of shortcomings. The only advantage is that you are self-aware."

Su Wan's face instantly turned livid, and the next second, she burst into tears, looking at Ming Jinghuan with pitiful eyes, and said sadly: "Senior Brother Ming, I am really as unbearable as Senior Brother Yue said.

?"

Ming Jinghuan frowned and scolded Yue Ruxi softly: "Yue Ruxi, you are going too far."

Ming Jinghuan is the direct disciple of the headmaster, and Yue Ruxi is the direct disciple of the great elder. Neither of them is afraid of the other.

Yue Ruxi rolled her eyes unhappily: "What I said is wrong? What does it have to do with Zhaozhao if I ask her?"

Ming Jinghuan's expression was dazed for a moment. His eyes stayed on Su Wan, as if he was looking at something through her.

After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice: "Yue Ruxi, you are not allowed to call Yu Zhao that. No one can be Zhao Zhao except that person."

"Are you okay?" Yue Ruxi asked him, not wanting to talk to him at all, and directly put her clothes on Yu Zhao's body.

Yu Zhao was stunned for a moment, like a frightened little rabbit. He looked a little cute.

When Su Wan saw this, she gritted her teeth and looked at Yu Zhao.

Although Yue Ruxi is not a top genius, his talent is also a rare mutated double spiritual root. In addition, this person has high understanding and is willing to endure hardships. His future achievements may not be as good as Ming Jinghuan's.

Su Wan had long regarded these talented people as his own, and suddenly a little fish escaped. Su Wan hated this uncontrollable thing.

It’s all because of Yu Zhao!

Su Wan gritted her teeth and thought, if it weren't for Yu Zhao, things would never have become so out of control!

Ming Jinghuan turned his head and glanced at her, opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, and only lightly patted Su Wan on the shoulder.

Ming Jinghuan actually felt a little strange.

He still remembered that when she first came out of the sect, Su Wan proudly told everyone that the robe she wore was specially made by Jiang Zhi and she was not afraid of cold or heat.

But why did what happened just now happen again?

and……

Ming Jinghuan clearly saw that when Yue Ruxi chose to defend Yu Zhao, there was a hint of joy in the man's eyes.

That look was very familiar to Ming Jinghuan.

A long time ago, there was a girl who looked at him like this.

But other than this, Yu Zhao is nothing like Zhao Zhao.

If Zhaozhao encountered this situation, he would definitely cry with grievance.

It must be his misunderstanding.

Ming Jinghuan looked at the entrance to the secret realm in a daze and sighed softly.

His Zhao Zhao may have dissipated in this world, and the power of breaking up his love will never keep her alive.

At the same time, Yu Zhao looked at Yue Ruxi in a daze, seeming to wonder: "Don't you like Su Wan?"

She didn't know what she was thinking, but she actually muttered this question.

Yue Ruxi smiled and did not answer her words. She only said softly: "Are you still cold?"

Yu Zhao shook his head, and Yue Ruxi handed Yu Zhao a meson space that she had made into the shape of a ring: "These are all the food I saved. If you haven't eaten yet, just accept them."

"No!" Yu Zhao's eyes widened: "I can't take your things!"

"It's for others anyway." Yue Ruxi's voice was very soft, as if she was remembering something.

Yu Zhao felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this.

Yue Ruxi said: "It's just that that person was a little kid. She left me alone and ran away. By the way, her name is Zhaozhao."

Yu Zhao instantly raised her head and looked straight at Yue Ruxi. She subconsciously glanced at the food in the meson space. There were all kinds of food, all of which suited her taste best.

Yu Zhao suddenly remembered what happened in the past. Yue Ruxi was a very hard-working person. In addition to retreating, she also performed sect tasks, so she went down the mountain a lot.

However, because Yu Zhao was not good at academics, Jiang Zhi ordered him to stay in Liuyun Sect.

She was young at that time and was always greedy, so she would always pester Jiang Zhi to buy her food.

Every time she asked Yue Ruxi to bring something different, it was never the same, because every time, Yue Ruxi would bring back a lot of food, and she ate until Yu Zhao got tired of it and then managed to finish it.

And what is in this meson space now is every kind that Yu Zhao asked Yue Ruxi to bring.

Yu Zhao couldn't remember all the numbers, but he could remember a rough idea.

At this moment, Yu Zhao couldn't express his feelings.

A full one hundred and seventy-four days have passed since she was killed by Jiang Zhi until now, and there are exactly one hundred and seventy-four types of cakes here.

In other words, Yue Ruxi would bring her one kind every day.

Counting the days.

Yu Zhao suddenly wanted to cry.

She thought that after she died, no one would care. No matter Jiang Zhi or Ming Jinghuan, they would all focus on Su Wan, and she came back stupidly, only to have nothing and only a feeling of grievance.

But now, someone told Yu Zhao clearly and clearly in the simplest way that he was thinking about her every day.

Then why did Yue Ruxi give this thing to herself?

Could it be that...he has recognized his identity?

Yu Zhao suddenly had an impulse in his heart and wanted to ask him, but he stopped talking as soon as he reached his mouth. He only smiled softly at Yue Ruxi: "Thank you, Senior Brother Yue."
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