Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

I really don’t know if he is born with a strong spirit or if he is only sensitive to Jiaoyang’s affairs.

There was a rapid sound of fighting outside the carriage, and soon there was a "clang" sound, and the long sword fell from his hand and sank into the ground.

Chu Lianjue was knocked down and fell to the ground, his face pale and stubbornly silent.

Lu Ke stood in front of him, pointing the long sword at him, with a cold expression: "What's been going on with you these days? Is it because you've been poisoned and slept for too long, so you forgot about the blood feud, or is there something that disturbed your concentration?" .You keep saying you want to avenge your family, is this all you have?"

Chu Lianjue bit his lower lip and clasped his fingers tightly.

"At your training speed, let alone defeating the Demon Cult and taking revenge on your own, I'm afraid even self-protection in the world will be a problem."

Lu Ke looked at him condescendingly and stared coldly for a while: "To say something unpleasant, given your current state and your weakness, what qualifications do you have."

Huangfuyan looked at it and frowned. He didn't know if it was his misunderstanding, but he always felt that Uncle Lu today seemed to harbor a hostility towards A Yan, and even the offensive just now became obviously impatient.

It doesn't look like training, but like venting jealousy when facing an enemy. But why does Uncle Lu hate Ah Jue?

Huangfuyan shook his head. Maybe he was overthinking it, but Uncle Lu just hated the fact that iron cannot be transformed into steel.

Lu Ke said these words to Chu Lianjue and then left, leaving the young man lying on the ground in annoyance, his fists hitting the ground continuously.

Jiaoyang stood aside, watching this scene, her eyebrows slightly raised, her arms folded across her chest, her eyes following him. Lu Ke's calm steps visibly froze as he passed by Jiaoyang.

The very next day, Jiaoyang stopped in front of Lu Kechen when he was practicing sword practice.

He held the sword, his body trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to take back the sword, turn around and run away.

But she appeared in front of him again, squinting her eyes and looking at him with scrutiny: "Ah Jue, why did you do that to him."

"What." Lu Ke lowered his head, not even daring to look at her.

"You know what I'm talking about." As if she was worried that he would run away again, Jiaoyang suddenly reached out and pulled his sleeve, causing Lu Ke to choke.

"Why do you do that to Ah Jue? You clearly know that he cannot be stimulated due to his current physical and mental state. What you do to him will not only do no good, but will also make him go to extremes.

What he needs now is care and care from friends. We finally made him happy, but why do you want to stimulate him at this moment? I don't believe you don't understand. "

Lu Ke understands. Of course he understands. And it was originally his own fault. He was the one who pushed Jiaoyang to others, wasn't he? But why, he still couldn't accept it.

There was an inexplicable resentment in his heart, not towards her or Ah Jue, but towards himself.

He started to sarcastically and sarcastically for no apparent reason, saying such weird words that even he couldn't believe he had said, and snorted coldly:

"Yes, he needs the care of his 'friends', so why don't you stick to your good friend now and come to Lu who has no friendship with you? As a human being, you should go where you want to go, why bother? If you look for someone who doesn't agree with you, you're asking for trouble."

As soon as the words fell, both of them were stunned, and then Jiaoyang was the first to react and said with a smile: "What's going on? The calm and calm Uncle Lu in my heart is not the person he is now. "