Chapter 580

Jing Lan was like a demon. She just wanted to move towards the exit and directly broke away from the pull of Forsythia suspensa.

The man's strength was too strong. Forsythia fell to the ground with a plop after staggering in place.

In an instant, the rain splashed everywhere.

Looking up, her sight was hazy. She saw that the man was dragging his heavy steps away.

The weak figure swayed, like a dying dead grass in the fierce storm, as if it could fall at any time,

She cried behind him, "elder martial brother Jinglan! Come back as soon as possible. You can't go to her! No! "

The man seemed unable to hear any sound, his steps were firm, and there was no hesitation.

A flash of thunder struck, and the world was shining in an instant.

When it was dim again, the man's figure had disappeared into the night.

Late at night, Zhen Xi's bedroom is still brightly lit.

She poured a cup of hot tea with her slender jade hand and handed it to the head opposite.

The headmaster stroked Bai beard and asked, "do you really regret sending Jinglan away?"

Zhen Xi half joked, "master is more reluctant to give up him than I am."

The headmaster also smiled. After laughing, his face became serious again. "It's not that he doesn't give up, but Jinglan has a special identity, so I'll hand him over to you. Unexpectedly, you handed him over to your younger martial brother."

He sighed, "the Dragon ran aground and waited for the tide to rise. Your younger martial brother may not be able to trap him... But he is still your disciple after all. You need to pay more attention even if he is sent to Qiu mountain."

The Dragon ran aground.

In the past, she had no interest in Jing Lan's identity.

Now, he is more and more curious.

Maybe because I care, I want to know everything about him.

What kind of dragon is he.

When the tide rises, what kind of bloody rain will it set off?

After the leader left, Zhen Xi lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

My heart seems to be missing a piece, whistling with the cold wind.

The next day, Zhen Xi, who didn't know when to fall asleep, was woken up by Bai Youning.

Just listen to her cry outside the door, "lion tiger! There are dead people here? Eh? It seems that elder martial brother Jinglan... Is elder martial brother Jinglan dead? "

Hearing Jing Lan's name, Zhen Xi instantly woke up and directly turned over and got out of bed.

Jinglan left yesterday. How could she appear here?

Zhen Xi only thought Bai Youning was talking nonsense, but she still couldn't control herself and walked quickly outside the door.

Who knows, when I opened the door, I really saw a man lying in the courtyard.

The man lay on the ground quietly, already unconscious. His ink robe was soaked in the rain. Under his wet hair, he was a pale face like paper.

There was no blood, as if it were really just a dead man.

Bai Youning was right next to him, kicked him carefully with his feet, and immediately stepped back for several steps.

"Lion tiger, is elder martial brother Jinglan dead?"

Zhen Xi rushed forward, picked up the man and wiped the hair and rain off his face.

It's really Jinglan!

How did he come back? How did you get back? When did you lie unconscious here again?

Zhen Xi can't think about these and directly helps Jing Lan back to her bedroom.

After hesitating for a moment, she personally helped him change into clean clothes, but found that he was hot and had a high fever!

Lying in the rain all night, I'm not sick!

Zhen Xi burned the charcoal stove in the bedroom again, and the cold temperature soon rose.