The ugly slave nodded, and his eyes were large beyond ordinary people, slightly raised, and they looked very terrifying.

"How did you come back to Jiulan Academy?"

The ugly slave's chapped lips moved slightly, and he replied, "The owner of the tea shop beat me half to death and threw me into the garbage heap outside the back door, and a noble man rescued me, and then took me to the academy and gave me a job to make ends meet." ”

"Noble?" Ling Luo was a little surprised.

"Hmm." The ugly slave hesitated for a moment and said, "It's the vice president of Jiulan Academy, Lord Jingchen." ”

These words were all explained to him by Luo Ge in advance.

Therefore, when Ling Luo asked, he could answer fluently.

"Oh." She responded lightly, left a bottle of medicine as usual, got up and said, "In the future, be smart, stupid, and always be bullied." ”

The ugly slave's eyes widened.

makes the already excessively large eyeballs appear more and more abrupt.

He leaned against the bookshelf, sat on the cold ground, saw that she was leaving, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and asked, "Last night...... Did that person hurt you? ”

Ling Luo's footsteps were sluggish, she turned her head, looked at the ugly slave with a light smile, and said, "No, you are wrong, Yu will never hurt me." ”

It's not an outsider's turn to ask about her affairs.

The ugly slave's eyes were shining, and he hurriedly said, "But I saw ...... last night."

"We're having fun." Ling Luo interrupted the ugly slave's words, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and he smiled a little detached, "He's my fiancé, and we often play around like that." ”

The ugly slave was silent.

Ling Luo's long eyelashes narrowed slightly, and said, "Take care of your injuries, and see you again." ”

This was her second encounter with him.

Many years later, whenever Ling Luo remembered the scene at that time, it was difficult to associate that legendary man with the extremely weak ugly slave now.

After turning to leave, Ling Luo went directly to the fifth floor of the library tower.

All the books on the fifth layer are all about Huo Yuan cultivation.

In the entire Jiulan Academy, there were no more than twenty fire cultivators.

So, when Ling Luo reached the fifth floor, all he saw was rows of empty bookshelves and an elderly red-bearded librarian.

She found the bookshelf about history and flipped through them one by one.

It was a full hour before she had finished reading about half of the history books. The history books here can be traced back to about 500 years ago, which is similar to the history books in the palace.

Ling Luo stretched out his fingers and rubbed his temples that were a little painful, frowning slightly.

"Girl, what are you looking for?"

Just then, the red-bearded librarian walked over and looked at her with a smile on his face.

Ling Luo was slightly stunned, and immediately returned a polite smile on his face, and said, "Hello senior, I want to find a history book about a thousand years ago, I don't know if there is a place here?" ”

"A thousand-year-old history book?" The red-bearded old man still had a gentle smile on his face, and said, "No, no, the antiquities of a thousand years ago are only available at the highest level, and you don't have access to them." ”

Ling Luo's heart trembled, and a trace of excitement crossed his eyes.

At the very top of this library tower, there was really what she was looking for!

"Xie Lu, thank you, senior." Ling Luo bowed respectfully.

"Huh." The red-bearded old man smiled slightly and said, "This fifth layer, it has been more than ten years, and no students have come, are you a fire cultivator?" ”

Ling Luo didn't hide it, nodded, and said, "Yes, student Ling Luo, is a fire cultivator. ”