What's even more strange is that the group of young ladies who like to bully him, those familiar faces, did not come to have fun.

Ling Luo's brows furrowed slightly, and a not-so-good premonition overflowed his heart.

She walked briskly to the seventh bookshelf on the second floor, looked carefully left and right, but still didn't see him.

Ling Luo grabbed an older caretaker near the eighth bookshelf and asked, "Excuse me, that ugly-looking little boy, is he here today?" ”

"You said that ugly thing, he took sick leave and won't be here today."

"Sick leave? Is he sick? Ling Luo's heart couldn't help but tighten, he was so thin, could it be because he had eaten too much **** Yuanguo and his weakness was not replenished, so his body was broken?

The older administrator sighed heavily, his face tangled together, and his voice was full of unbearable: "Sick? It's better if you're sick. Girl, didn't you see it yesterday, dozens of students surrounded him and beat him in groups, and the beating was not formed, and he was covered in blood, which is really pitiful. ”

"Group beating?!" Ling Luo's voice suddenly raised several pitches, and he was extremely surprised, "Why did they want to beat him?" ”

"Hey, the old man looked at it from a distance, it seemed that he was fighting for something, and the dozens of students were red-eyed, if it weren't for the appearance of a very handsome boy who stopped this group fight, the ugly boy was afraid that he would be killed!"

Fruit?

Jing Yuan Guo!

Ling Luo instantly realized that Ji Liuli, as the predecessor of Jiulan Academy, could kill her for a few Jing Yuan Fruits, let alone those ordinary students.

A strong sense of remorse welled up in my heart.

She was wrong, she shouldn't have given him so many essence fruits.

It was originally a good intention, but I didn't expect it to bring him so much trouble!

"Uncle, do you know how he ......?"

Ling Luo's words came to an abrupt end, she didn't know what to call the ugly slave, she didn't know what to call the ugly slave, she didn't know what his name was......

"Does the old man know where he lives? I'm his friend and want to see him. ”

The old man pointed out the window and said, "To the east, there is the residence of the slaves, and the innermost small room is where he lives." ”

"Thank you for showing me the way."

Ling Luo thanked him politely, went up to the fifth floor, and said hello to Master Yanbang, saying that his friend's life was in danger and he might not be able to come in the morning.

Yan Bang is a sensible person, so he immediately agreed.

Ling Luo left the library tower and trotted all the way, and in a short time, he arrived at the residence of the servants in the east.

It was a row of old, dilapidated tiled houses, and at the end of the tiled houses was a small, small adobe thatched hut with a dirty stove under the eaves.

Ling Luo pushed open the door of the ugly slave's room.

"Squeak" thought, and a musty smell came to my face.

Ling Luo frowned slightly, and couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose.

The room was small, a simple wooden bed, a broken table with a missing corner, a pitted floor, and a skylight covered with oiled paper, all of which were dimly lit.

On the wooden bed, there was an extremely ugly young man, with a mottled burned face, countless wounds all over his body, and black and red blood stains soaked all over his body.

He was Ben an extremely sharp teenager.

Now he is in a coma because of serious injuries, and he doesn't even notice that someone pushes the door in.

Ling Luo hurriedly went to sit down beside the ugly slave, she didn't care how filthy the bed was, she stretched out her hand and put it directly on the young man's head.