Helan Jiu's little face was hot in a flash!

It was a man with no clothes on, who was drawing water for a bath by the well.

Well, this man is better than the Oriental Demon, wearing a pair of obscene pants. However, the dirty pants were stained with blood, and the back of the upper body was also covered with old and new scars.

There were whiplashes, burns, and knife wounds.

All over his body, the only thing that's okay is probably that face.

While Helan Jiu was surprised, he also showed a faint pity, or rather, a sense of sympathy. Since she didn't hide her whereabouts, Rong Zhen quickly found her, "It's you?" How did you come here? ”

Helan Jiu knew that he recognized him, and teased: "When you are at the East City Gate, you are outstanding!" I was curious, so I came over and asked. What is the reason that makes you a man jealous of me? ”

"Destruction is destruction, and there is no need for a reason." Rong Jin's face was serious.

Helan Jiu was not angry, and retorted with a smile: "Really? However, human beings always have a reason before doing anything. The difference is only between what can be said and what cannot be said. Unless, you're not human anymore. Or, do you really have a crush on the Hidden King? ”

Rong Jin's face froze, ashamed and embarrassed.

And just came over, a certain king hiding in the shadows, gritted his teeth!

This little devil still has the same cheap mouth!

Rong Zhen asked, "What is the purpose of you coming to me?" ”

"How about you get dressed first?" Helan Jiu reminded with a smile, "I'm young, so I have to be reserved." Besides, it's not interesting if you're injured. ”

“？！ ……”

Only then did Rong Zhen remember that he was still naked, and hurriedly walked to the house.

After waiting for a while, Helan Jiu slowly walked into the house.

Rong Zhen had already changed into clean clothes. It's just that his hair hasn't dried, and the water is still dripping. The clothes are very old, and there are many clumsy patches. It is likely that he himself sewed it up. He didn't sit down, he stood in the room, his straight body, faintly with a stubborn arrogance.

Helan Jiu smiled faintly, knowing it.

Those fifty strokes of the board are likely to make his ass bloom, and he can't sit even if he wants to. But his face did not change, as if he was not injured, which made her a little impressed.

"Your name is Rong Jin, isn't it?" Helan Jiu broke the silence first.

Rong Zhen nodded, "Before you came over, you must have investigated it." ”

"I received some message." Helan Jiu wanted to find a place to sit, but as a result, only the bed could sit on people. She didn't mind, she really walked over, sat down, crossed her calves, and said with emotion: "As a person at the second level of qi refining, you are more downtrodden than me, and you are also a talent." ”

Rong Zhen was stunned: "......"

"I remember Mrs. Prime Minister, she can't cultivate without a spiritual root." Being oppressed to such an extent by an ordinary mortal is really a shame for a cultivator, and it is a waste of cultivation. After a short pause, Helan Jiu continued as if unintentionally, "Rong Jin, you can go down in the wild history, the title is - the first cultivator in history to be played by a vicious mother-in-law. ”

Rong Zhen was said by Helan Jiu one after another seemingly ordinary words, and his face was red.

It is angry, not ashamed.

Did she come here to humiliate him?

But why can't he refute what she said?

Helan Jiu took out a bottle of ordinary wound medicine that he had refined from the storage bag, threw it to him, and said, "This is for you, you take the medicine first." After the medicine, let's have a good chat. ”