The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

Most of the forces under King Huai'an can be controlled by Luo Ci, and she will be given a copy of the reported information.

In the past five years, she has persisted in practicing martial arts. Perhaps she has a good talent. Although she can't match the top masters, she can still be regarded as a top-notch, and her self-protection is more than enough.

During this period, there were constant communication with Lingwu Villa, because Chu Zhi was left out in the cold in her previous life, so in this life, she would write letters every once in a while to explain the situation around her, and also write some interesting things that happened.

She received several thick stacks of letters from Fragments. Chu Zhi wrote letters at the same frequency as hers, but each time the letter was not much in content, most of them were replies to her letters, and only occasionally talked about own business.

Chu Zhi's life in the villa was relatively ordinary, and he practiced martial arts and sword every day, so there was no need to write down such things.

The only thing worth mentioning was the discovery of the spies in the villa, which took three years to clean up completely, and also lost some disciples.

The process of cleaning up the traitors is not easy. This dark line has been buried for more than 20 years. Many people are brothers and sisters who meet each other day and night, but they have to kill each other.

When it was completely resolved, Chu Zhi was fifteen years old, and he was in a depressed mood. Whether it was finding out the undercover identities of the people around him or executing them himself, he felt very uncomfortable.

During that time, even though he continued to practice swords as usual, his mind was not as focused as before.

Some of the undercover agents who were caught were senior brothers who had taught him how to practice swords, and some of them were even his father's personal disciples. chickens, take them to open a small stove in the back mountain.

The former teacher-discipline friendship is now like a joke.

Even, the few drowning incidents in Houshan were also caused by them, just because those children listened to what they shouldn't listen to, and they were going to be poisoned like this.

The villa has been lying in ambush for more than 20 years. In the previous life, they had no warning. Even if they were on guard, they never thought that there were so many undercover agents hidden. With so many people inside, it is not surprising that Lingwu Villa was bloodbathed.

It's not just that Chu Zhixin is depressed, there is no laughter in the villa, and everyone's expression is heavy.

The martial arts arena no longer had the lively laughter of the past. When the disciples of the villa were practicing swords, many people were a little absent-minded, and the swords did not have the momentum to move forward.

The sword in his hand had once confronted those senior brothers and was stained with their blood.

They never thought that when they really used the martial arts they had learned, the swords were pointed at the brothers and sisters who had been with them day and night.

Even if he was angry and unwilling to ask questions almost hysterically, he could only get a light "draw your sword, let the senior brother see your sword skills" from the other party.

It seems that the friendship in the past was easily revealed on this day, and disappeared in an instant.

Chu Zhi did not explain these details to Luo Ci, but only briefly mentioned them in the letter.

It's just that after he sent the letter, he didn't receive a reply as frequently as before. For a full month and a half, he didn't receive any letter from the capital.

Chu Zhi, who was already depressed because of the matter of cleaning up the traitors, became even more depressed because of the delay in waiting for a reply.

For the past one and a half months, I have been practicing swords in the courtyard every day. If every move used to be full of momentum, but now the sword is full of murderous aura, as if he is venting his anger on some heartless person.

He was looking forward to the arrival of the letter every day, and he was short of taking root in the unique inn of the villa, but there was none, just not.

Later, Chu Zhi gave up waiting for the letter, wanted to adjust his state, and devoted his mind to practicing swords.

That day, he was urging the new disciples to practice basic skills in the martial arts arena. His unusually beautiful face was covered with frost, his slender eyes were cold, and he looked very serious.

The new disciples were afraid of him, and completed the task tremblingly, for fear that this senior brother would punish them.

No one in the martial arts arena dared to whisper to each other, everyone tried their best to have a standard posture, for fear of being pointed out by senior brother Chu Zhi.

Until a young man in a student uniform ran over panting and shouted, "Brother Chu Zhi, your letter!"

Then they saw that the frost on Senior Brother Chu Zhi's face had faded away, and his expression eased a lot. Although there was still a bit of reserve on his face, they couldn't help but quicken their pace.

He took the letter, thanked the disciple who delivered the letter, then turned and said softly to the new disciples in the martial arts field, "The rest will be taken over by the other senior brothers."

Chu Zhi resisted the urge to open the letter immediately, and did not open it until he returned to his room.

Unlike the previous letter which was relatively flat to the touch, the envelope containing the letter this time was somewhat uneven.

He carefully pulled out the letter, for fear of damaging it, the letter fell out together with another object. It was a small brocade bag, and the embroidery seemed to be fairly smooth, without particularly bad stitches.

One and a half months, plus the kit is relatively small, so I can't embroider too badly.

Chu Zhi's eyes softened suddenly, and he slowly opened the kit, which contained a good luck charm.

Then he took the letter and looked at it word by word, not letting go of every word. If he didn't know it, he might think that he read it as reading comprehension.

There is a sentence in the letter, "This is the good luck charm I asked for from Master Hongming a few days ago. Good luck can make people happy. Brother, I will give you all the happiness."

Chu Zhi's slender hands gently pinched the good luck charm, his eyelashes drooped, and the previous dissatisfaction disappeared in an instant.

Is it because you can see that he is depressed, so you have this good luck charm?

He even embroidered a brocade pouch by himself.

He silently put the good luck charm back into the kit, carefully put the kit in a place where it would not fall out, and then picked up the pen and began to write a reply.

In the winter of this year, Chu Zhi informed Chu Zhuang and his wife, and then rode to the capital alone with his luggage on his back.

The closer we got to the capital, the colder the weather became, and snow fell in many places along the way.

With the feeling of wanting to see her, he hurried on the road overnight in the wind and snow.

The snow was already falling heavily, and as far as I could see, there was nothing but white snow, and the snowflakes fell on my body, and the coolness spread to my back through the skirt of my clothes.

But he didn't feel cold, the thought of seeing her occupied his whole brain.

The day I rushed to the capital was the day before the Lantern Festival, and the capital was lit up with red lanterns. The fiery red and snowy white complement each other, forming a unique beauty of the year.

When he arrived in the capital, his horse-riding movements slowed down instead, and he ran towards the Huai'an Palace following the map that had been drawn long ago.

When he arrived at the gate of Huai'an Prince's Mansion, Chu Zhi was covered in snow and looked a little embarrassed. He got off his horse and said to the guard at the gate, "I'm from Lingwu Villa. This is a visit to the prince."