Fancy Fast Travel: Host, you got the wrong script

Chapter 557
When Ruan Ruan woke up in the morning, he found that he was already lying on the bed, and the smell of blood outside had long since disappeared.

She sat up and looked around.

no one.

At the door, Xiaoqing stood there motionless, her clothes had already been changed.

"Where is Qi Yuan?" Ruan Ruan asked.

She could see that Xiaoqing hadn't fully recovered, so it must be Qi Yuan who came back.

Xiaoqing nodded slowly, "The prince is in the yard."

When Ruan Ruan went to look for someone in the yard, a sharp sword energy suddenly struck her, and the sword blade stopped in front of her.

"woke up?"

Qi Yuan retracted his hand, and the sword in his hand formed a sword flower in mid-air and was put into its scabbard.

"You're not injured, are you?" Qi Yuan frowned slightly, although he did a rough inspection yesterday, except for the neck, he found no wounds.

Ruan Ruan touched his neck, the wound on it had scabbed over.

"I'm fine." She suddenly felt dazed for some reason.

"Really? I don't think you look energetic." Qi Yuan said casually, and Ruan Ruan subconsciously pursed his lips.

She was indeed in a daze all the time.

She didn't know what she was thinking about.

Xiao Qing kept staring at Ruan Ruan's face, looking confused.

"Miss, miss..." she whispered.

Ruan Ruan just glanced at her and ignored her.

"Who are you?" She tilted her head and asked blankly, looking very ridiculous.

Ruan Ruan withdrew her gaze and focused her gaze on the tall green bamboos outside the wooden house. The green bamboos moved with the wind, leaving shadows in her sight.

"do not know."

She was a little lost.

Not sure if every choice she made was right.

In Muyang Sect, Zhu Ting calmly recuperated his injuries in order to attack Qi Yuan, and his injuries recovered quickly.

Before this crusade, each sect made a decision to move forward the time of the sect competition so that suitable disciples could be selected more quickly to participate in this operation.

Mu Yangzong also sent someone to participate in the competition, but Luo Jie had already decided who would lead the disciples.

This person is naturally Zhu Ting.

When Zhu Ting heard the news, he was not too surprised, as if he had expected it.

Now he is considered the highest among the disciples, so it is natural for him to lead the disciples to participate in the encirclement and suppression.

"Junior Sister, my injury is healed now, you don't need to come again." Zhu Ting spoke bluntly without thinking too much, but Luo Linrong felt that he didn't need her anymore.

"It's okay, senior brother! The Grand Competition will be held in a few days, and the elders are all busy, so they don't have time to care about me." Luo Linrong supported the table with both hands, with a smile in his eyes.

Zhu Ting frowned, "Even so, we can't let it go to waste. You should go back now, otherwise I will explain to the master that you will not be allowed to join the crusade."

Although it was just a flying zombie, he was still a dangerous existence, and Luo Jie naturally didn't want her to participate in it.

Luo Linrong curled her lips, but was kicked out in the end.

She walked on the road glumly and kicked the stones on the road hard.

"Walk without looking at the road!"

Suddenly there was an unpleasant rebuke from the front.

Luo Linrong looked up and saw a man squatting on the ground picking up something. The man standing next to him was cursing and it looked like he had been hit.

"I didn't mean it." Lu Ci'an apologized hastily and hurriedly picked up the things scattered on the ground.

These are the medicinal materials that Master wants, so there can be no mistakes!
(End of this chapter)