Chapter 372 Jianghu: Demon Cult Witch (60)

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 people 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 strong a person is, his temperament will change drastically when he faces 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 in the wheelchair and was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at her. When he met her eyes, he froze and suddenly withdrew his head, as if he was attracted by her.

I saw something terrible.

"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 regretted himself in the face of fate, even if he was cynical, he would be like the most evil weed in the world, even if he was exhausted

The last bit of strength 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, I can't lift a sword for the rest of my life. The name of 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 trembling, his body was trembling, and his fingers were trembling. He patted his unconscious legs: "Tell me, how dare I want you with such a broken body now? Me."

Lu Ke grabbed his hair, his eyes full of pain. But unfortunately, they had already happened. He was the one who ruined her.

"I will help you," Jiaoyang put her hand on his and winked, "You should believe in my medical skills."

Lu Ke shook his head helplessly, smiled bitterly and sighed softly: "It's not that I don't believe in your medical skills, it's just that it's the poison of the Demon Cult. Unless no one at the top of the Demon Cult 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 understand 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.

As long as I want to do something, no one can stop me. As long as it is the person I want to kill, no matter how many people can stop it, the same person I want to save, no matter how many people die to save him, I will definitely do it.

I will save you at any 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.
Chapter completed!