Yu Zhao was too lazy to pay attention to her. As soon as he saw her tears, Yu Zhao could think of Jiang Zhi's indiscriminate protection.

But what Yu Zhao said successfully made those disciples who liked Su Wan get furious. One of them stepped out and gritted his teeth and said: "Yu Zhao! Senior Sister Wan Wan is just too kind, that's why she does this without thinking.

Tell me, why do you do this to Senior Sister Wanwan?"

"You have no heart at all and speak viciously. If I were senior sister Wanwan, I would definitely let Immortal Qing Jue expel you from the school!"

The more the disciple spoke, the more indignant he became, as if Yu Zhao had really done something outrageous.

This reminded Yu Zhao inevitably of the scene when she died.

So many people had been with her, and they all saw that she had not harmed the lives of thousands of creatures, but except for Ming Jinghuan, no one was willing to kneel down and beg for mercy.

At that time, Yu Zhao felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

She looked at the disciple standing in front of her and felt like laughing.

She really didn't understand why when it was Su Wan's turn, she couldn't tolerate anyone else saying anything.

Her eye circles turned red uncontrollably, and her appearance was stunning. The contrast between the two was shockingly beautiful.

In comparison, Su Wan's appearance when she cried was a little dull, even though the pear blossoms were like rain.

The disciple's brows jumped, and his heart suddenly softened. It seemed difficult for him to say anything serious to this face. Just when he was about to shut up sadly, he heard Su Wan say: "Stop talking, junior sister, if you think of me so much,

Just think of me, it’s all my fault that I was always injured when we were at Qingjue Mountain, which caused Master to often misunderstand Junior Sister.”

She paused, wiped her tears, and made the corners of her eyes very red: "It's all my fault, don't talk about junior sister."

The disciple came back to his senses instantly, looked at Yu Zhao hatefully, and comforted Su Wan: "Sister Wanwan, don't be sad, this is not your fault."

He pursed his lips, as if he suddenly thought of something, gritted his teeth and said, "Did all your injuries in Qingjue Mountain be attributed to Yu Zhao? With the character of Qingjue Immortal, he will never wrong others."

Hearing this, Ming Jinghuan's pupils tightened instantly, and he almost subconsciously retorted: "No! He will!"

The disciple froze on the spot and looked at Ming Jinghuan in astonishment.

Su Wan also raised her face, her voice full of confusion: "Senior Brother Ming...?"

Ming Jinghuan came to his senses instantly. He took a deep breath and said in a cold voice: "I didn't think carefully about this matter. No one is allowed to mention it in the future."

Su Wan's nails were dug into her palms, but a smile appeared on her face.

What kind of magic power does this damn Yu Zhao have? But in just a few days, Ming Jinghuan couldn't bear to let her be criticized?

Yu Zhao's eyes fell clearly on Ming Jinghuan, frowning slightly, his eyes full of mockery.

It was like this again, every time she choked Su Wan, Ming Jinghuan would come out to help Su Wan.

If Yu Zhao hadn't witnessed him erecting a tomb for himself that day, Yu Zhao would definitely have felt that he was treating himself as a substitute just like the confused master.

Yu Zhao did not treat Su Wan's injuries, and those in the team who also had water spiritual roots turned a blind eye to her.

When Su Wan saw this, she felt quite regretful.

The feeling of being eroded by the demonic energy was extremely painful, and even for Su Wan, who was used to using the torture method, it was a bit unbearable.

She couldn't help but tug at the corner of Ming Jinghuan's clothes and whispered, "It hurts so much, Senior Brother Ming."

Ming Jinghuan lowered his head, with a look of extreme pity on his face that looked like Zhao Zhao, just like a long time ago, the girl pulled her clothes and whispered word by word: "It hurts so much, Ming Jinghuan, I'm so good"

It hurts."

Ming Jinghuan suddenly felt distressed. What Yu Zhao said flashed through his mind at an inappropriate time. He subconsciously focused his eyes on Su Wan's wound, and his pupils suddenly tightened.

He is used to seeing life and death, so he naturally knows the difference between wounds.

Last time, he was too impatient and didn't check it carefully.

And now...

Ming Jinghuan had to admit that this wound did not look like it was caused by a monster attack. Normally, the wound should be turned outwards, with a piece of flesh and blood drawn out, or even torn. It would never be as neat as it is now.

It's like... it was done on purpose.

Ming Jinghuan pursed his lips slightly. This man had the same appearance as Zhao Zhaosheng, but his personality was quite different.

Forget it, Ming Jinghuan's expression was a little cold. He handed the pain-relieving elixir to Su Wan and said coldly: "Just take it and you'll be fine."

Su Wan was stunned. She had never been treated like this by Ming Jinghuan. For a moment, she couldn't help but feel a little flustered. She always felt that something out of control had happened.

On the other side, Yu Zhao followed Yue Ruxi unhappily, and Yue Ruxi made faces to tease her, but she couldn't even get interested.

"Good boy Zhaozhao, don't be angry." Yue Ruxi used a blind trick to turn her head into a pig's head and said angrily.

Yu Zhao glanced at it and smiled. She poked the pig's nose and said aggrievedly: "Why didn't Yueyue speak for Zhao Zhao just now?"

Yue Ruxi scratched her head and said softly: "I'm replenishing my spiritual power."

"What are you doing to replenish your spiritual power?" Yu Zhao was a little confused.

"I won't quarrel. I thought that if Ming Jinghuan, the crazy man, dares to continue to force you, I will give him a blow!" Yue Ruxi became more and more angry as she spoke, and the sword in her hand was unsheathed again.

Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry and pressed it back.

"You two are in a different realm. You can't beat him."

"Who said that!" Yue Ruxi was obviously not convinced: "If I also had a single spirit root, I would definitely be better than him!"

This is indeed true. If Yue Ruxi didn't have two spiritual roots to support, her current cultivation level would probably be close to that of Nascent Soul.

However, the angry look of this pig-headed man was really funny. Yu Zhao bent his eyes, poked his nose subconsciously, and then laughed even happier.

Yue Ruxi just let her poke her, with a small smile in her eyes.

The girl's smile was so stunning, it was as if the entire dark secret realm had dissipated, and she was standing under the sun, her whole body glowing with light.

Those eyes carried not only the stars, but also the scorching sun, which softened the heart of the burning person and completely indulged in it.

Yue Ruxi later realized that this was how he felt when he faced Zhao Zhao.

Ming Jinghuan watched this scene clearly. He squinted his eyes slightly. He couldn't explain why, but he always felt uncomfortable.

He thought, when Zhao Zhao's accident happened, Ming Ming Yue Ruxi was the craziest one, so why can he completely ignore it now?

Did he forget about Zhao Zhao so easily?

Don’t you even want to vindicate Zhao Zhao?

etc……

Ming Jinghuan's eyes suddenly became clear. He was still saying that the moon is like a mat, what about him?
Chapter completed!