Good-for-nothing: The Playboy Miss

Chapter 195 Non-Xia Family Bloodline (5)

When Huanyue heard this, she stopped struggling, because Ling Mo was hanging her tail, its body was swaying in mid-air, Huanyue raised her head, and looked at the wood spirit with suspicion.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the wood spirit withdrew its own spiritual power and sat slumped on the head of the bed. Its chubby body swelled up and down, indicating that it was very tired now, and it was breathing heavily, blinking its big wet eyes and watching Xia Zhixue gradually fell asleep.

Lingmo just gave up and let go of Huanyue.

Huanyue was free, and immediately ran to Xia Zhixue's bedside, and found that Xia Zhixue's cheeks were not so red, her forehead was not so hot, and her fever was even subsiding bit by bit.

Huanyue's eyes widened in shock, then "shua", squinted her eyes, and stared at Mu Ling with an unkind expression.

"Little wood spirit, you know the healing technique, why didn't you come out sooner!" It was so worried that it frantically ran to look for Ling Mo, didn't it know that it was at odds with Ling Mo? !

Huanyue showed a ferocious face, raised her front paws slightly, as if you stomped on you without explaining this weapon spirit.

The wood spirit trembled, his whole body trembled, and with a weak "guji", he quickly buried his head in his body, and his whole body became more rounded, at first glance, it looked like a small green ping pong ball.

Huan Yue's raised paw was about to kick the wood spirit, but unexpectedly, the wood spirit was dragged away by Ling Mo, put it in the palm of her hand, and gently ran along its fluff, it was extremely comfortable to touch.

Mu Ling didn't feel the coercion from a certain weapon spirit, so he poked his head out ignorantly, saw Ling Mo, felt the gentle touch from Ling Mo's fingertips, and stretched comfortably.

"Lingmo, put it down quickly! As the master's first contract sword, this weapon spirit will replace the master, so please train it properly!"

"Don't let go!" Lingmo ignored Huanyue's yelling, and dragged the wood spirit to the table. When did Xia Zhixue have such a cute little wood spirit?

Huanyue kicked her little hooves, jumped onto the table, and rushed towards Lingmo's hand that was holding the wood spirit, "Hand over the little wood spirit!"

Lingmo had quick hands and quick eyes, and quickly changed positions. Huanyue jumped into the air, and fell to the ground with a "plop".

Ling Mo covered her eyes, unable to bear to look directly!At the same time, he shook his head secretly in his heart, Xia Zhixue had such a stupid weapon spirit, it was hard for her.

"Smelly Lingmo!"

Huanyue was so angry that the hair on her body was blown up again, her claws scratched the floor, her teeth were bared, like a beast, ready to go.

"Stop, your master is resting now!"

Lingmo said lightly to Huanyue indifferently.

Huanyue, who was about to pounce on Lingmo, instantly lost her momentum, as if cold water had been poured on her, and her hair no longer blew up.

There was nowhere to vent the anger in her heart, Huanyue hummed twice to Lingmo, sat on the ground, sulking alone.

Because Xiao Muling spent too much spiritual energy on Xia Zhixue's treatment, he lost his spirit and fell into a deep sleep again.

It wasn't until night, when Xia Zhixue was no longer hot, that Ling Mo left the snow courtyard.

Xia Zhixue slept until noon the next day.

"Are you sure she hasn't left the room?"

"My servant is sure, the eldest lady has indeed never been out since she returned to Xueyuan yesterday, she didn't even eat any food!"

Xia Zhihan's hand holding the teacup suddenly increased in strength.

In the college that day, she saw the scene where the regent rescued Xia Zhixue, but it was a pity that the instructors evacuated the students and sealed off the entire testing field, so she couldn't see their follow-up.

If it wasn't for the regent, how could the rumors she spread be broken so quickly?
Xia Zhixue, that bitch, might have been in the Prince Regent's Mansion during the three days she disappeared, doing something.
The more Xia Zhihan thought about it, the more panicked he became, and the more he drove, the more irritable he became, and in the end he dropped the cup in his hand.

(End of this chapter)