Chapter 21

Nangong Jin just sneers and doesn't speak. Now that Nangong Wan's efforts have been expended, he has already made plans to hurt others. There will be some punishment in modern schools. Besides, Nangong Wan comes in by his relationship. It is estimated that he will be punished this time.

What is punishment? It's just flesh and blood. Let Nangong Wan no power, she was happy!

He came to Tiannan. Seeing the scene in front of him, he quickly asked someone to send Nangong Wan back. He took a look at Nangong Jin and opened his mouth. He didn't say much. After thinking about it, he quietly said to Nangong Jin when they didn't pay attention: "go to find the Dean."

At this time, perhaps only Shen Muchen, who is willing to accept female apprentices, can help himself.

Two hours later.

If you are sitting in the center of the room, you will have lingering palpitations and pale complexion. When you think of the moment when Nangong Jin abandoned Nangong Wan's chanting power just now, the deep-rooted hatred in your eyes makes your back slightly cold.

She had never met such a difficult character since she was a child. Ten fingers covered with Cardan held the peony on the table

Red cloud satin.

Nangong Jin, oh, since you want to play, I'll accompany you to the end. Then don't blame me for being ruthless. If you look cold, you can't stop the cold and hatred in your eyes.

"Hiss!" Nangong Wan lying on the bed, only feel a burst of unspeakable tearing pain in her body, most of her mind was abandoned, let her seriously injured, almost become a useless person. Her back was cold, and she was sweating, and her heart and bones were aching.

The main reason is that at that time, the mental power in my body could not be used to recover myself. I missed the best time to recover at that time, and then let my body

People who had the power of thinking suddenly abandoned more than half of them. They were too sad to live. They had to continue to cultivate more than half of the power of thinking!

Nangong Wan seized the brocade quilt under his body!

In a trance, she only felt that someone had come into the room, but she couldn't make half of her effort to look into it. You Ruo slowly walks to the bed and looks at Nangong Wan, who is half dead on the bed. He spits in his heart.

It's useless. Originally thought can rely on their sister's discord, to borrow a knife to kill, with Nangong wan to Nangong Jin a little color to see. Unexpectedly, this younger sister looks at the talent is good, the skill is extraordinary, a face is proud, but it is in her elder sister's hand to walk not half a pillar of fragrant work

My husband. Today even more, but is a hand in hand, Nangong Wan will come to a semi incomplete end. Although I think so in my heart, on the surface, you Ruo says quietly and softly.

"Nangong Wan, I don't know how you are. Are you better?"

"Princess, I, I..." you bite your teeth in pain, and you can't say a word clearly.

"Sister, what do you want to say?" Youruo lowered her head with concern and listened to her ear.

"Princess, you... You must avenge me!" Nangong Wan waved his hand and made every effort to grasp youruo's clothes: "that bitch, waste... Waste my mind, Princess... You must help me.".

"Well, don't worry. Even if you don't say it, I won't make her feel better." You Ruo raises her head and looks at the sky from a distance through the carved window of orchid painting birds. Her eyes are deep and she returns to the road.

After reading Nangong Wan, you Ruo returns to the room and begins to write a letter. I can't deal with you. Naturally someone can deal with you. Nangong Jin, you can go on. You Ruo picked up the letter and slowly dried the ink on it. You didn't look clear.

"What to do, what to do!" On the other side, Jiang Heling was in a hurry in the room.

"Ah Jin, do you think the Presbyterian group will catch you later?" She tugged Nangong Jin's hand and said anxiously.

Originally Nangong Jin really wanted to find Shen Muchen, but

This may affect Shen Muchen. It's hard to say that master should take care of his own affairs. With this in mind, Nangong Jin picked up the tea on the table and sipped it slowly.

"Oh, why do you still want to drink tea here! Do you think the commandment Pavilion is a fun place? In case the elders order you to be locked in the commandment Pavilion, then, then... "She snatches the teacup from Nangong Jin's hand and doesn't breathe out.

"Don't worry. Look at you. Sit down and have a cup of tea first." Nangong Jin put Jiang Heling on the stool, poured a cup of tea and put it in front of her.

"Ah Jin, you don't know that Donghuan university has strict rules. Students can't fight in private, let alone hurt their classmates. You can pour good, directly the Nangong Wan's Nianli waste most. She's still your sister. You can't bear to give her some color. " Ginger and bell sighed, put down the cup, painstakingly said.

"Now, they have something in their hands, and they don't know how to frame you."

"Don't worry. It's a blessing, not a disaster. It's a disaster. When I started, I had already thought about it. Now, we have to wait and see what happens. " Nangong Jin said calmly.

"You... Ah." Jiang Heling holds her head and sighs. She has never seen ah Jin be afraid of anything. I hope she is worried too much.

For several days in a row, it was calm in Donghuan. The Presbyterian group and commandment Pavilion did not send anyone. Jiang Heling finally put down his heart.

The plum blossoms in the courtyard of tingxuelou are quiet and elegant, and the ice is lovely. They are swaying in the wind from west to East in the tianque mountains. A plain white and a yellow figure came into the building, and his cloak fell back, revealing two beautiful and refined faces.

Jiang Heling said, "it's snowing day by day on the mountain recently. The road is slippery and hard to walk."

"Let's go in quickly. We'll be scolded for being late for class." Nangong Jin shakes the snow on her skirt and walks into the house.

Today, as usual, master Yan gave them a lecture. Just as everyone was sleepy by the fire, a little bookboy burst in and said a few words in his ear.

Nangong Jin sees that this is not the bookboy who serves tea every day in Bixiao hall. How can he appear here at this time? Is it not

Sure enough: "Nangong Jin, go to Bixiao hall immediately."

Everyone looked back at her, eyes full of envy, tut Tut, should not be the elders suddenly asked her to go, it seems that Nangong Jin really has a hand in front of the elders.

Only youruo sat in the seat and laughed mysteriously.

"Ah Jin..." Jiang Heling was a little nervous.

"It's OK, it should be the elders' meeting to let me go. Don't worry, it's not once or twice." Nangong Jin saw youruo's smile, and she had the bottom in her heart. This is just to comfort Jiang Heling.