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Chapter 111 This Is My Bed (4)

Is it worth letting him let go of his pride and come to beg him in person over and over again?

Lan Xi's voice was slightly hoarse, "Junior Sister."

"Isn't your junior sister Su Yu?"

As soon as the words came out, Feng Wuze suddenly thought of something, with a look of astonishment on his face, "Could it be..."

Does Ren Nan have a seventh apprentice?
Looking at his expression, Lan Xi knew that he had already guessed it, and nodded lightly, "It's just what you think."

Feng Wuze was stunned, did not expect Ren Nan to have a seventh apprentice?

Moreover, it also announced that there are only six of them. Is there any special inside story about this Ye Qi?
Lan Xi didn't say much, and Feng Wuze was not blind, so he stopped the topic.

"How is your body recently? Judging by your complexion, it feels much worse than before."

Lan Xi pulled her lips, as if mocking herself, "I can't die yet."

Feng Wuze rolled his eyes at him, "Can't you hope that you can order?"

"Why don't you do the math again to see how long I can live?" Lan Xi joked.

"No, I won't do this kind of thing. I am determined to be the richest man." Feng Wuze clenched her fists and raised her head proudly, "Making money makes me happy."

Secondary two.

Lan Xi smiled lightly, "Didn't your previous dream be able to beat Long Beijue?"

"There is no hope in terms of force, so we can only work hard to make money." Feng Wuze said frankly.

It's not like I didn't fight Long Beijue when I was a child, and I lost every time, and my flesh hurts, it's not worth it.

So he wants to change his dream, earn a lot of money, and use the money to kill Long Beijue.

The corners of Lan Xi's lips curled slightly, but he had a clear self-awareness.

……

Luxurious chandeliers reflect warm light that fills the room.

Beside the bed, the slender figure of the man remained motionless.

The woman's pale face was reflected in the deep black eyes, and there was a slight mark between her brows, revealing a bit of anxiety.

Long Beijue stretched out his hand to Qiao Luo's forehead, it was cold.

Moving his fingertips down, he poked her face.

I have been asleep for more than three hours, why haven't I woke up yet?

"What are you doing?" a hoarse voice sounded abruptly.

The woman's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, the sparkling eyes were foggy, and no emotion could be seen.

Long Beijue was not embarrassed to poke someone's face and was caught, so he withdrew his hand calmly.

"Does your head still hurt?" He got up and reached out to help her up.

Qiao Luo bent his legs, put one hand on his knees, and leaned against his head, "Is there any water?"

"wait a moment."

Withdrawing his hand, Long Beijue turned and walked towards the sofa.

Qiao Luo raised his head, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, habitually looking at the surrounding environment.

"This is my room." Long Beijue walked back with a cup in his hand and explained.

Qiao Luo retracted his gaze and reached out to take the cup.

After drinking two sips of water and moistening her throat, she belatedly remembered something, and looked down at the clothes on her body.

Hoods, gloves, shoes and socks, and coats are all gone.

"Don't worry, I didn't throw anything away, it's all there." Seeing her doubts, Long Beijue said, pointing to the things on the opposite chair.

Qiao Luo remembered that there was another important question, and looked at him, "How did I get in?"

Long Beijue smiled dumbly, and jokingly said, "Of course this young master brought it in."

"Have people seen it?" This is the key point.

Long Beijue turned around and lay down on the bed with lazy eyes, "Guess."

After staying here for more than three hours, my whole body was sore.

Qiao Luo frowned, and pushed his shoulders with his feet hidden in the quilt, "Get up, don't lie here."

"This is my bed." Long Beijue reminded, tilting his head to look at her.

(End of this chapter)