Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Jiaoyang just glanced at Xuan Fuyu and knew that he didn't bring the antidote.

Lu Ke's side has calmed down. I don't know if it's because the person left.

She thought for a moment, lowered her head, walked over, and raised her hand to open the curtain.

"Get out! Didn't I tell you to get out of here?"

The porcelain cup fell to the ground with a bang, and Jiaoyang took a look. No matter how powerful a person is, his temperament will change drastically when faced with the loss of something important to him.

She thought that Lu Ke couldn't accept that his martial arts skills were completely useless, just like she couldn't accept that one day she would be disfigured.

Maybe it was because Jiaoyang didn't make a sound, it was a little too quiet. Lu Ke sat stunned for a moment in his wheelchair, then turned his head to look at her. The moment he met her eyes, he froze and suddenly withdrew his head, as if she had seen something unbearable.

"What are you doing here?" He pursed his lips, his color was a bit weak and pale, and his voice was cold and hard.

Jiaoyang stared at him for a while: from the appearance, he looked more like that man. But that man never feels sorry for himself when facing his fate. Even if he is cynical, he will be like the most evil weed in the world. Even if he exhausts his last bit of strength, he will grow crazily on this land and then burn with the world.

She lowered her head, thought for a while, and stepped over the broken pieces of porcelain.

"Drink the medicine, Lu Ke."

Jiaoyang squatted down and came to him: "I remember I said that this poison is not completely indestructible, but you need to take good care of your body first."

"You just fooled me. I know my current situation better than anyone else."

Lu Ke laughed at himself, "As a swordsman, he cannot lift a sword for the rest of his life. His reputation as the best swordsman in the world is just a joke."

"Is your sword that important to you?" Jiaoyang stretched out her hand, grabbed his hand, and rubbed her tender cheek.

Those clear and smart big eyes looked at him. Lu Ke's heart trembled and he didn't even dare to look at her.

"For you, you can't live without the sword, and am I just insignificant and unworthy of mentioning in your life?"

"Lu is just a useless person now."

His heart was shaking, his body was shaking, and his fingers were shaking. He patted his unconscious legs: "You tell me, with my broken body like this, how dare I want you? I..."

Lu Ke grabbed his hair, his eyes full of pain. But as luck would have it, they had already happened. He was the one who ruined her.

"I will help you," Jiao Yang put her hand on his and winked, "You should trust my medical skills."

Lu Ke shook his head helplessly, smiled bitterly and sighed: "It's not that I don't believe in your medical skills, it's just that it's the poison of the Demon Sect. Unless no one at the top of the Demon Sect can cure it, what should I do? Do you want to do it for someone like Lu? A branch of the Demon Cult?"

"Why not?" Jiaoyang raised her eyebrows and stood up suddenly, "Anyway, I have a little woman's heart. I don't know what it means to love the public, let alone what it means to die for the people of Li and die, and I don't want to understand.

Whatever I want to do, no one can stop me. As long as it is the person I want to kill, no matter how many people can stop me, no matter how many people I want to save, I will save it, no matter how many people die to save him, no matter what the cost. "

Lu Ke's eyes gradually became panicked, and when he said these words, he could rest assured that she would not go astray in the future.