Ji Mingyao waved the black knife in his hand. The flame of the knife had not dissipated at this moment, echoing the flames on San Yu's body.
The Sanjia Patriarch asked a nonsense question on the spot.
Along with the head of the San family, there was an old man with a kind-hearted look on his face.
The old man was wearing a college robe, and Ji Mingyao felt a little familiar, very similar to the blood-stained robe her father left for her.
When the head of the San family saw Ji Mingyao holding a long knife, he was about to have a fit, but was stopped by the old man.
"Everyone, please be patient. We can discuss anything we have to discuss."
Although San Yu was chopped off, Ji Mingyao's anger was still there. If the old man wanted to make peace, he still had to see whether she agreed.
She glanced at the old man and asked, "Who are you?"
"You must be Ji Mingyao, I am the dean of the college, Wang Sicun."
Ji Mingyao raised his eyebrows, it turned out that he was the dean Wang Sicun.
In this case, he is Mr. Wen's unfilial disciple.
This kind appearance can indeed deceive people. No wonder Mr. Wen was so miserable.
She said unkindly: "It turns out to be the dean. I wonder what the dean has to do with his visit?"
Wang Sicun was not angry because of Ji Mingyao's rudeness, and still said with a smile:
"I just returned to the academy, and I heard that something happened here, so I came over to have a look. If there is any misunderstanding, I would like to clear it up on the spot, so that everyone will not have grudges and get along hard in the future."
He looked at Lu Xingyan, saluted and said, "I didn't expect City Lord Lu to be here too."
Lu Xingyan nodded as a greeting.
Wang Sicun didn't wait for others to express their opinions and walked to San Yu, "Hey, old classmate, how did you get into such a miserable situation?"
He took out a bottle of medicinal solution from his arms and poured it on San Yu's arm.
The flame on San Yu's arm was about to go out, but after being nourished by this spiritual liquid, it suddenly sprang up and rekindled.
The head of the San family was anxious and asked: "Dean Wang, what are you doing!"
Wang Sicun was stunned. He just wanted to pretend to be a good person and treat San Yu, but he didn't expect that it would be self-defeating.
He looked at the bottle in his hand. This was a new medicine he was researching. It could resurrect people and shape their bodies.
"What, what, what's going on?"
He looked at Ji Mingyao, frowned and sighed: "What Miss Ji is doing is so vicious."
Ji Mingyao rolled her eyes at him and said sarcastically: "If you want to pretend to be a good person, why do you rely on me? Did I ask you to save him?"
Although the head of the San family also blamed Wang Sicun for being nosy, he certainly couldn't accuse him on the spot and could only point the finger at Ji Mingyao.
"You're such a vicious woman and you're still arguing that Dean Wang meant well. If you hadn't been evil-minded and tampered with San Yu, how could this have happened."
Ji Mingyao was too lazy to talk nonsense with these people, tightened the long knife in his hand, and planned to convince others with his martial virtue.
Wang Sicun stood up with a guilty look on his face, "Don't hurt your kindness, blame me. I didn't understand the situation and gave medicine to the injured indiscriminately. This is all my fault, eh."
"Dean Wang has good intentions. How can I blame you? If you want to blame me, blame this vicious witch."
The head of the San family comforted Wang Sicun while angrily waiting for Ji Mingyao.
Ji Mingyao almost couldn't help but want to applaud Wang Sicun.
What a bitchy hypocrite.
She has seen it today.
"Okay, don't push me too hard. I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. If you want to do something, hurry up."
She snorted and sneered. Facing these actors with poor acting skills, she had no interest in cheering, only the urge to lift the knife.