Chapter 19 Struck by Lightning Again

Ning Zhao's eyes rolled twice.

[Ning Zhao, you can ask him for a Tianshan Snow Lotus, which can alleviate Chu Yu's condition.]

"I heard that my uncle seems to have planted several Tianshan snow lotus plants, which can beep beep beep beep -" Can you give me one?

In the eyes of Lord Lingyue, his genius nephew Ning Zhao suddenly stopped and stopped talking.

"What's wrong? Ah Zhao."

Ning Zhao suppressed the thought of raising his middle finger to the sky and showed a forced smile, "When uncle is free, can you take me to see the Tianshan Snow Lotus."

"I heard that the Tianshan Snow Lotus is very precious."

At this moment, she was not silenced. After all, the final owner of Tianshan Snow Lotus is the heroine Mo Yiyi. Isn't it normal for a vicious female supporting character to like to steal the heroine's things?

Thinking of the farce just now, Venerable Lingyue raised his eyebrows and showed what he thought was a kind smile, "When you come out of the sword tomb, I will give you one."

The world view does not silence Lord Lingyue. He is the original plot character of this world. The original plot does not mention whether he sent Tianshan Snow Lotus to others. Naturally, the world view has no control over this.

Ning Zhao was overjoyed, and naturally he would not refuse Venerable Lingyue, "Thank you very much, Uncle Master."

Venerable Lingyue waved his hand, "Why are you so polite?"

Ning Zhao saluted and walked out of the library under the gazes of several gray-robed disciples.

After just a few cups of tea, the sky outside was already cloudy with thunder and lightning, and it seemed like it would rain soon.

Ning Zhao sighed and took out her old friend Frisbee from her storage bag.

It's better to use a Frisbee, it's fireproof, waterproof and electricity-proof.

After another cup of tea, Ning Zhao was once again standing on the top of Xiaozhu Peak.

The sky at this time was gloomier than before, and purple thunder and lightning could be vaguely seen rolling in the clouds. With a crackling sound, large raindrops suddenly fell from the sky.

Ning Zhao said something bad in his heart, and quickly rushed towards the cabin with the flying disk.

However, it is still a step too late...

Boom!

Purple thunder struck down, and one person and one plate were crumbling in mid-air.

There were still bursts of thunder rolling in the clouds, as if they would fall on Ning Zhao anytime and anywhere.

Ning Zhao endured the pain and numbness caused by the thunder and lightning in his body, and finally ducked back into the hut before the second thunder and lightning fell.

The sound of rain still continued, but the sound of thunder gradually became smaller.

Ning Zhao decided to take back what she just said. Her little flying disc didn't seem to be resistant to electricity...

Ning Zhao touched the ends of his burnt black hair and couldn't help but curse: "System! What did I do again? Why do you attack me every day?"

"Last time, I was told that I was flying with a sword. The sword was made of metal and attracted lightning, so I was struck by lightning. I admit it!"

"What's the reason this time? Your ceramic plate can conduct electricity?"

The two small green leaves at the pubic area trembled twice.

After a long time, the system hesitated and said a word.

[Um...Ning Zhao, is there a possibility that you are simply unlucky?]

Ning Zhao: Hahahahaha, please don’t have ginseng cock...

[Look on the bright side, even though you were struck by lightning, you also gained something.]

"What was gained?"

[Harvested... struck by lightning.]

Ning Zhao's unsaid words were stuck in her throat. She endured it again and again, and smiled: "Hahaha, you are so funny."

Xiaowogua seemed to notice the uneasiness behind Ning Zhao's calm tone, shook two small leaves, and ignored Ning Zhao.

“Tuk tuk tuk…”

There was a rhythmic knocking on the door. Ning Zhao quickly cast a dust-removing technique on himself and stepped forward to open the door.

Chu Yu stood outside the door, his complexion looking much better than in the morning. When he saw Ning Zhao, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes as calm as an ancient well.

Just as Ning Zhao was about to ask Chu Yu what happened, he heard Chu Yu's slightly hesitant voice coming from in front of him.

"Senior sister, you...what's wrong with you?"

"ah?"

Ning Zhao touched his little face, which was still as smooth as before. He lowered his head and looked at his clothes. They were neat and there was nothing unusual about them.

"Junior brother?"

Chu Yu seemed to have just come back to his senses, coughed twice, and smiled at Ning Zhao.

"Senior sister, I would like to ask, can I go to the library?"

"Maybe... maybe the ancient books in the library have records of this strange disease that I have..."

Ning Zhao looked at the young man in front of him with a face full of caution and begging, and wondered when someone told Chu Yu not to let him go to the library.

"All inner disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect can enter the Library Pavilion, so naturally you are also qualified."

Ning Zhao's eyes were fixed on Chu Yu, and it took her a long while before she let out a long sigh.

Chu Yu lowered his eyes, and from Ning Zhao's angle, he could just see his curled eyelashes and indifferent, delicate face.

"Oh, if our junior brother can enter the immortal sect, he is naturally very good. Don't always deny yourself, and don't care about what others say."

"You must know that not everyone has heaven-level spiritual roots, not everyone can enter the Spirit Sword Sect, and not everyone is an inner disciple."

"Be happy, junior brother."

The corners of Chu Yu's lips moved, as if he was hesitating to speak. For some reason, he didn't say the last word, he just gave a low hum, and then left Ning Zhao's door without looking back.

Ning Zhao looked at Chu Yu's lonely back and sighed silently. He really had a sixteen-year-old body and a thirty-six-year-old heart.

Zi is not confident at all, and he doesn't have the demeanor of a future villain. What should we do?

Wait, if she remembered correctly, Chu Yu had been looking at her quietly just now...seemingly suppressing a smile?

Ning Zhao sat down in front of the mirror, looked left and right in the mirror, and finally discovered something was wrong.

Damn it! Why did her long, shiny black hair turn into woolen curls?

Look carefully, there are still a few black ash patches on the forehead...

Ning Zhao wanted to laugh when he saw himself like this, let alone how Chu Yu saw him.

…

Early the next morning, Ning Zhao opened the door to his room while humming a song, and was startled by the man at the door.

She took two steps back, took a breath of cold air, and asked doubtfully: "Junior brother?"

Chu Yu obediently raised his head and hummed.

"Senior sister, didn't you say...that we would go to the Sword Tomb today?"

"Sister, you won't forget, right?"

Chu Yu pursed his lips, and his big, round eyes were filled with water, looking very pitiful.

Ning Zhao immediately shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, no, I haven't forgotten."

"I told the leader yesterday that we will go to the Sword Tomb immediately."

While talking, Ning Zhao had taken out the Frisbee from his storage bag, and Chu Yu obediently stepped on it.

"Junior brother, when we arrive at the Sword Tomb later, you must follow me closely and don't get separated from me."

"If, if a sword spirit takes the initiative to talk to you, you can try to communicate with them and understand their character, and then consider whether to draw the sword."

"You can only draw one sword at a time in the Sword Tomb. You may encounter illusions or other interference attacks. Don't be afraid."

Ning Zhao stood in front of Chu Yu and rambled on for a long time without paying attention to Chu Yu's expression behind him.

After not hearing Chu Yu's reply for a long time, Ning Zhao turned around and took a look.

There was nothing behind the person standing there.

"Junior brother?!"
Chapter completed!