Under Ling Luo's gaze like a searchlight, Xiao Ziyu was really defeated, he turned his gaze to the corner of the carriage, and sat back in place, but he did not forget to give him the same careful instructions as always.

"Your body is fine, it should be just a sad mood that will cause a bad complexion, I'll make you some hot tea when you rest, it should be better."

Ling Luo's clenched fist did not let go, but clenched it tighter and tighter, the grinding pain of his nails embedded in the soft skin of his palm, but it was not as painful as the pain in his heart like thousands of cuts.

This Xiao Ziyu will shirk responsibility, doesn't he know where her sorrow comes from?

Ling Luo's heart was full of anger and sadness, but after all, she still couldn't get over the hurdle in her heart, no matter how much she wanted to know what kind of relationship Xiao Ziyu had with Gu Xi, she still couldn't ask.

Gu Xi was a dream in Ling Luo's heart, even if this dream had begun to shatter due to the revelation of various truths, she still didn't want to let it come to naught, so even if her heart was already bloody, her face was still calm and indifferent.

But this shijie is like this, often the things you least want to face, God will make you have to accept it, forcing you to see all the facts in your eyes.

Ling Luo's body had been slowly recovering her spiritual power, and there was no sign of adding cartilage to the meal prepared by the Ghost Face Army, presumably someone was secretly helping her.

After Ling Luo's thoughts settled, he began to hide his mind, not showing half of his emotional changes, still maintaining a weak and weak body, and judging from the reactions of the ghost-faced troops around him, he should not have noticed anything unusual about her.

Judging from this speed, as long as it is tomorrow, Ling Luo can recover about seventy percent of his spiritual power, although it is not yet one hundred percent, but he is still a little more sure if he wants to get out of the captivity of these people.

As night fell, the Ghost Face Army and his party also began to rest, and Ling Luo still lived in the same room with Xiao Ziyu, but with yesterday's peaceful coexistence, Ling Luo didn't say anything more, but it was not just because of the factor of reassurance.

Since getting out of the carriage, Ling Luo has never said a word to Xiao Ziyu, she wants to settle her mind well, and then consider the next way to deal with it after everything is sorted out.

Ling Luo lay quietly on the bed, just wanting to rest well for tomorrow's battle to get out of trouble, but she slept until midnight, but was dragged up by a person.

Ling Luo's mind was not yet sober, and he didn't know what was going on at all, but he was held by a big hand, and he felt like he was being protected.

"Little Luoluo, I'll take you away!"

Xiao Ziyu had the familiar scent of grass on her body, so that Ling Luo could know who he was in the dark, perhaps because the darkness covered the expression on Ling Luo's face, making it impossible for people to know her true thoughts, so that she would let go of her reserve and pride in this short period of time, and only nested in Xiao Ziyu's arms with peace of mind, as if everything outside had nothing to do with her.

Although it was late at night, the Ghost Face Army still appeared together to resist when they heard the news that Xiao Ziyu was going to take Ling Luo away, and they did not treat the young master with any respect.