Chapter 687 Sir, please give me more advice45
Na Chengxiang didn't answer any of the questions, but stared at her and asked: "Sister-in-law, where is Awu?"
Although his tone was cold, it was restrained and gentle and polite.
"...Huh?" Mrs. Zhang replied subconsciously: "You mean Sister Jiang, isn't she upstairs?"
After reacting, she scratched her head in confusion and embarrassment. Why did this man call her sister-in-law? She didn't remember ever seeing him.
Ji Yinzhi lowered his eyelashes after hearing this and walked out without saying a word, but was stopped by others.
They criticized him with all their might.
"Hey, I said you, a young man, look like a human, so why do you behave like this?"
"That's right, if you don't want to find Qingwu, you don't have to climb over the wall."
"I think he looks thin and weak. He can't be the pretty boy kept by Miss Jiang, right?"
"It's possible. After all, Miss Jiang is blind, but she is good-looking and the most handsome girl in this area, and she also has money..."
"..."
The voices gradually became quieter and finally stopped.
The man who was stopped looked at them with a dull look. Although he didn't say anything, it made them feel as if they were being strangled by the neck, as if something was stuck in their throats.
At this time, Mrs. Zhang stood up and scolded them: "What are you talking about? Have you ever slandered my sister's reputation like this?!"
After being yelled at by her, everyone felt a little resentful and lacked confidence.
While they were distracted, Ji Yinzhi had already left.
Quiet alley.
Qingwu sat expressionlessly against the cold wall, eyes closed, and allowed the beggar-in-law to help bandage the wound on her right arm.
Bodhi, who had not seen his master injured for a long time, was so distressed that he almost cried. It's all that pervert's fault!
If he couldn't get out now, he would have to be taken out by the Lord of Hell and beaten!
No! How many beatings! He beat him until his parents didn't recognize him!
A seven or eight-year-old boy squatted aside, looking at the red-stained gauze and Qing Wu, who was emotionless. He asked doubtfully: "Miss Jiang, don't you feel pain?"
Qing Wu slowly opened his eyes and faced him, smiling faintly: "It hurts."
She said it hurt, but her tone was casual.
The mother-in-law who bandaged her looked at the fine sweat on her forehead and felt that this girl was shot in the arm and could hold it in without saying a word, and couldn't help but admire her.
The boy blinked, "Why is the lady hurt?"
When they found her an hour ago, she was half-kneeling on the street, covering the blood that kept coming out of her right hand with her left hand.
Fortunately, it was just dawn and there were not many people walking on the street. Otherwise, her blood-stained appearance would have frightened passers-by.
As soon as he asked this question, the beggar grandfather who was sitting aside arranging hemostatic medicine immediately gave him a chestnut and said to him half admonishing and half warning: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."
He quickly covered his mouth, indicating that he would not ask any more questions.
Qingwu curled his lips and smiled.
She was injured because she did not use spiritual power, but relied purely on the power of the talisman to dodge the bullets.
Having traveled through so many planes, she had used spiritual power many times before regardless of the laws of heaven and earth. It was not because she was an outsider that she had a sense of superiority and invincibility, but because she felt that using spiritual power would solve things much faster.
Staying away from trouble is her personality, being simple and rough is her credo.
But last night was a special occasion.
Because she had been with Ji Yinzhi's living soul for a long time, a lot of yin energy had accumulated in her body, and her body was already very weak.
It seems a little powerless to use a large amount of original spiritual power while being constrained by the laws of heaven and earth in the plane.
(End of chapter)