"What's that look on your face? Disdain me to ignore me, don't you? Xuanyuan Yu's eyes crossed a look of pain, "Luo'er, your heart is really made of stone?" ”

Ling Luo raised his eyes, and in the dark night, his eyes were shining.

She smiled bitterly: "I really hope that my heart is made of stone." ”

After she took the relinquishment, it would be great if she didn't have many ties and could cultivate revenge wholeheartedly.

Her master in her previous life once told her that feelings can make people weak.

Therefore, Chu Ye taught her a huge lesson.

Xuanyuan Yu's breath was suffocated: "What do you mean?" ”

Ling Luo turned his head, his face was stubborn, and he sighed lightly: "I have nothing to say." ”

She really had nothing to say.

Because...... She couldn't figure out what kind of feelings she had for Xuanyuan Yu.

But when these words were heard in Xuanyuan Yu's ears, they had a different meaning.

Sometimes, the way men and women think is really different.

"So, you're admitting." Xuanyuan Yu's eyes were extremely lonely, and his face was like ruins.

His desperate protection was exchanged for her indifference. The position of the heart seems to have opened a hole.

He slowly let go of the hand that was clamping her shoulder, turned and said, "I understand." I won't bother you in the future. ”

Xuanyuan Yu turned to leave, leaving Ling Luo with an extremely desolate back.

Ling Luo's face turned pale, she stretched out a hand, covered her shoulder, and slowly squatted down.

The collarbone must have been broken.

A piercing pain.

What's even worse is the feeling of emptiness in my heart.

Ling Luo's whole body lost strength, and as soon as his feet were weak, he sat down along the root of the wall.

She raised her head and looked up at the clear night sky, the sea of stars, blinking lonely.

Obviously cares about him very much.

Why can't you open your mouth?

But...... It can't be counted as a liking between men and women, at most it can only be regarded as a kind of dependence.

Ling Luo took out a wound medicine from the black jade space ring, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.

At the moment when she lowered her head to take the medicine, a small, black shadow gradually approached.

"Who?" Ling Luo was keenly aware of it, and a trace of fierceness crossed his eyes.

She leaned against the wall, slowly stood up, and saw an extremely thin figure three paces away, under a large tree, holding a large broom, looking at her steadily.

The clouds dispersed, and the moon flowed.

The thin boy's face gradually became clearer. It was an extremely ugly face, mottled with red burns.

If it weren't for Ling Luo's concentration and courage enough, he would have thought that he would have seen a ghost in the middle of the night.

This young man is very familiar.

Especially the huge eyes that were about to spit out.

"Why are you here?"

Ling Luo remembered that it was the ugly slave who played the piano in the small teahouse on East Street outside the gate of Jiulan Academy during the day.

Looking at his current appearance, he can still sweep the floor, and he should not have been killed by the owner of the teahouse.

Seeing that Ling Luo recognized him, the ugly slave clenched the big broom in his hand a little nervously, and stood motionless, without speaking or stepping forward.

Ling Luo was a little puzzled and took two steps forward.

Is it a mute? Why don't you speak?

After closing the distance, Ling Luo noticed that the ugly slave's body was covered with extremely serious injuries, and the exposed skin on his neck and arms was covered with mottled scars.