"Hmm." Mu Ranran nodded, happily hummed an out-of-tune tune, and walked away.

*.*.*.*.*

The east side outside the gate of Jiulan College.

Chilly little teahouse, garbage dump at the back door.

A teenager with a broken leg was lying in a pool of blood unconscious, his tattered clothes stained with tea stains.

The boy was really ugly, and his face was covered with mottled burn marks.

Luo Ge frowned slightly, the smell in the garbage dump really made him uncomfortable.

But—he endured.

Because, this ugly slave is what she cares about.

Luo Ge slowly bent down and gently brushed away a handful of messy hair on the ugly slave's face.

If you don't look very closely, you would hardly find that the left forehead of this ugly slave is engraved with the mark of a sinner.

"It's—"

Luo Ge was slightly stunned, and a hint of heterogeneity crossed his ice-blue eyes.

The astonishment was only for a moment, and soon, he had a brilliant idea in his mind.

He reached out a hand, lifted the ugly slave's collar, and threw the ugly slave onto an open and fluffy grass.

The smell here is much better than the garbage dump.

The folds between Luo Ge's eyebrows stretched out a lot, and he stretched out his hand, and an icy blue frost gradually spread from the palm of his hand.

When the cold frost met the warm air, it immediately condensed into ice particles and landed on the ugly slave's face with a thud.

It's cold and biting!

The ugly slave twisted his face and woke up from his coma in agony.

He slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of deep purple eyes.

The dark purple eyes, like a whirlpool, seemed to have a halo of light circulating rapidly. But only for a moment.

Luo Ge thought that he was dazzled, and the ugly slave's eyes turned normal black again.

"Who are you?" The ugly slave's voice was hoarse, and a look of fear crossed his face.

He could feel that the frost aura pouring out of the man in front of him was too powerful.

He felt like an ant, standing in front of a huge mountain, and in awe of it, he looked up.

The corners of Luo Ge's lips hooked slightly, and his voice was warm and cold: "I am the one who can save you." ”

A trace of doubt crossed the ugly slave's face: "Save? ”

Luo Ge's face was as pale as snow, his ice-blue eyes became deeper, and there was a hint of bewitchment in his voice: "I can make you live like a person." ”

The ugly slave's bony body shook the whole body.

He raised his head, and a hint of yearning appeared in his big outrageous eyes.

Luo Gebing's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips hooked a satisfied arc: "Today, it's your new life, forget everything in the past." ”

The ugly slave still didn't speak, he was so excited that even his breathing was a little unsteady.

"What's your name?" Luo Ge's voice was cold.

Name......

A look of melancholy crossed the ugly slave's face, he had no name, and he had forgotten his name from the moment he woke up.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Luo Ge frowned slightly, and said, "Forget it, don't say it, in the future, you can follow me." ”

Luo Ge took the ugly slave to a mansion not far from Jiulan Academy.

This is one of his strongholds in Yingyang City.

Luo Bingyu looked at the ugly slave covered in blood, a trace of discoloration crossed his face, and his brows frowned tightly.

"Brother, who is he?"

"Useful people."

Luo Bingyu was puzzled: "Where did it come from?" So ugly? ”