After the big sister was entangled by the devil

After coming out of the room, Ji Junyao returned to her usual cold appearance, feeling the smile gradually fading from her lips, and for a moment, she didn't know which one was her real self.

Is it the elder sister who used to be stable and self-reliant in front of her juniors and younger sisters, or the young girl who was full of joy in front of Qing Yu?

Before she could figure it out, she heard a noise coming from the front.

Ji Junyao frowned slightly, the medical hall is a quiet place, who is making noise here.

But he saw several people gathered around the corner, and Meng Zhao's voice could be faintly heard.

Meng Zhao was the most severely injured of the four, and he and Qing Yu were recuperating in the hospital, but one room was on the left and the other was on the right.

Fang woke up today, struggled to get off the ground as soon as he opened his eyes, and said that he was going to see the Eleventh Elder of Longyin Island, and wanted to apologize and thank her face to face.

Yaotong advised him to take a good rest first, but Meng Zhao has always had a straight temper and insisted on going.

It's just that when I just wanted to stretch my feet to the ground, I found that my legs were limp and weak, and I couldn't even feel my toes.

Another luck, the dantian was empty, and Meng Zhao sat for a long time before regaining consciousness. In fact, he also knew that it was lucky that he could save his life under such circumstances.

It's just that I can't accept it for a while.

The elders of the sect who were young and arrogant in the past have now become useless waste that no one can accept.

There were warning signs when he went mad, but he couldn't control himself at that time, his pupils seemed to be covered with blood, and several qi in his body rushed to find a breakthrough, blinded by animal nature, he killed anyone he saw. Fortunately, the Eleventh Elder There was no hesitation to make a timely shot, so that a big mistake was not made.

Although the other disciples were seriously injured, they did not lose their lives. This is a blessing in misfortune.

Thinking of this, Meng Zhaohou was terrified. At that time, the Eleventh Elder, dressed in snow, came here like a celestial maiden, and saved him from the fire and water, which made him feel that he owed him a great kindness.

Now that the Eleventh Elder was injured because of him, it made him sleepless and guilty, and he wanted to apologize to her as soon as he woke up.

I couldn't walk myself, so I had to ask the drug boy to find a wooden wheelchair and lift him up.

Meng Zhao has a straight temper and a loud voice. When he arrived at the corner, there was a burst of yelling, and the tranquility of the entire medical center was completely destroyed by this man.

Ji Junyao and Meng Zhao have an ordinary relationship, but an ordinary relationship between uncle and nephew. Seeing him so noisy now makes her feel a little unhappy, and even the goodwill of the teacher in the past has been completely defeated.

Yaotong pushed the wheelchair over. Meng Zhaoyi looked up and saw Ji Junyao standing at the door. Thinking of the day when the accident happened, this little nephew also helped him and was injured because of it, so he hurriedly thanked him.

Ji Junyao returned the courtesy modestly, but she slowly took back the steps she was going out, and walked to Qing Yu's bedside.

There was no other reason, but she felt that Uncle Meng Zhao looked at Eleven Elder with too eager and straightforward eyes, which made her feel uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Qingyu's attitude made her feel a little bit more comforted. Unlike just now, Qingyu who was lying on the bed at the moment was more alienated and polite.

After apologizing and thanking him, Meng Zhao still felt that he was not satisfied. He had just turned [-] this year and devoted himself to martial arts. He was not yet married, and he was handsome, but because of this accident, he was paralyzed in a wheelchair. , I don't know when it will get better, which makes him quite a blow.

But it also made the young elder, who always had his eyes above the top, lower his noble head, and noticed the overly beautiful woman from Longyin Island in front of him.

They are all young talents of the same sect, and they also took the position of elders at a young age.

Although he was seriously injured and uncomfortable, but with his cultivation, he should recover soon. There should be many common topics between them, Meng Zhaoru thought.

"Elder Eleven, excuse Meng Zhao's abruptness. I wonder if I can know your name. Meng Zhao survived the catastrophe thanks to the elder's rescue, and he will definitely remember it in his heart in the future."

Ji Junyao, who was standing aside, frowned slightly when she heard the words, but in the next moment she heard Qing Yu's cold voice saying: "Elder Meng just call me eleven."

The implication is to refuse.

Seeing that Qing Yu didn't tell Uncle Meng her name, Ji Junyao bit her lip lightly, feeling a little happy in her heart for no reason.

But when she turned her head, she met the man's inadvertent gaze, and she lowered her head a little guilty, not looking at her.

When Meng Zhao heard Qing Yu's answer, a look of embarrassment flashed across his face, but he didn't want to force it.

Looking at Qing Yu's tired face, Ji Junyao couldn't help persuading her: "Uncle Meng, Elder Elder's injury hasn't healed yet, so you shouldn't sit for a long time, and you just woke up not long ago, so you must be very weak, otherwise we will change Come visit her someday."

Although Meng Zhao was unwilling, but for the sake of speaking, he had no choice but to let Yaotong push him out of the door.

Seeing Meng Zhao leave, Ji Junyao couldn't stay behind, but just as she turned around to go out, she felt her sleeves being gently pulled.

Looking down, it was Qing Yu who reached out and grabbed the sleeve.

"Will you come to see me tomorrow?"

Looking at the expectant eyes of the other party, Ji Junyao was a little surprised. Thinking of her indifference to Master Meng just now, she now gave herself a different look, like a big long-haired dog, pitiful.

Although I don't know why this person did such a move, but this move obviously pleased her.

She responded with a low hum, then turned and went out.

When I got out of the door, I stopped firmly, and couldn't help thinking about my mood just now.

But I heard a murmuring voice coming from the corner: "Eleventh Junior Sister must have blamed me for going crazy and hurting her...she must have blamed me..."

Ji Junyao inexplicably disliked Meng Zhao's reaction, and always felt that his things were being coveted by others.

Mingming and Qingyu are not his own, there is still a difference in seniority between the two of them, and there is no relationship at all, but they still can't help but think wildly and make themselves cocooned.

Back in her personal dormitory, Ji Junyao sat on the edge of the bed in a daze. She didn't know what to think, and went to look through her closet again, looking at the two cleanly washed underwear neatly folded on top of each other. In the cabinet, it was out of tune with my usual simple and elegant style.

Like a bewildered man, Ji Junyao touched one of them, put it to her nose and gently sniffed it, but the clothes had already been washed, and there was no smell that could comfort her.

Ji Junyao put down her clothes dejectedly, stood still for a while, then walked to another cabinet unknowingly, opened it gently, and a strong smell of wine rushed towards her face, and Ji Junyao took a deep breath.

Since the incident happened last time, Qing Yu has restrained himself, and can only drink once a month, which means that this month's share has been used up.

But today's disturbed mind made her take out a bottle and sit on the table with a feeling of recklessness.

Fill up the wine glass, one glass after another, there is a saying that good wine relieves thousands of worries, and there is no need to worry about thousands of worries.But I don't know, one cup after another, worry on worry.

The alcohol was strong, and the vast alcohol was like a huge wave. As soon as he broke through the door that locked the mind, the thousands of melancholy in his chest instantly turned into pride. Ji Junyao grabbed the Xiaoyao sword and jumped, and fell from the window like a flying swallow into the courtyard.

In an instant, the sword collided with the wind, and the fallen leaves flew, and they were hit by the sword energy, making a whistling sound.

The momentum was like a rainbow, and the golden leaves danced with the sword energy, surrounding Ji Junyao's body, forming an airtight barrier.

Miaoman's figure seemed to be drunk but not drunk, she shuttled among the leaves and was about to fall. After a sword dance, the sword energy around her body surged, a flash of light passed by, and the leaves scattered around with a clang, and finally one after another Falling to the ground.

"Cough cough cough——" Oops, I drank alcohol before my injury healed.