Writing a thesis in the world of cultivating immortals

He fell to the ground with a wave, Wei Jie looked down at him, the coldness in his eyes made Qi Fan feel cold all over his body.

Qi Fan opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, so he lowered his head and stopped looking at him.

"You do not deserve"

Wei Jie's emotionless voice came from above his head, and after he finished speaking, he turned and left and disappeared into the night.

Qi Fan was taken aback when he heard the words, and sat on the ground blankly until the sound of Wei Jie's footsteps disappeared from his ears, and the surrounding room could only return to silence.

Qi Fan stood up from the ground, looking at the pitch-black night, his expression was different from his previous timidity, and his eyes were full of incomprehensible expressions.

The night wind blows, the blue silk flutters and the clothes flutter, leaving a lonely room.

Looking at the direction of Wei Jie's departure, the corner of his mouth raised a self-deprecating arc:

"Not worthy..."

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