"Alright, let's all disperse." Ling Nie frowned slightly, stood up, and left first. When he passed by Ling Luo's side, he snorted coldly.

When Mrs. Yu walked to Ling Luo's side, she was not so polite, her expression was hideous, and her voice was resentful: "You really picked up a good dog, but you wait for me, Yue'er's account will have to be repaid sooner or later!" ”

Ling Luo would not be threatened by her, and immediately sneered coldly: "Are you joking, or do you want Ling Yue's face to rot a little more completely?" ”

"What do you mean?" Yu's face suddenly tensed.

Ling Luo glanced lightly at the old woman who was covered in fat powder, and said slowly: "In a few days, you will understand." ”

The sand of lotus is transformed by miasma, dry and cold. Ling Yue had eaten a handful, the burns on her face, if she wanted to heal, I was afraid it would take a very, very long process.

Thinking of this, Ling Luo's mood couldn't help but improve. She didn't pay any attention to Yu, but walked out the door and headed towards the place where Xuanyuan Yu was tortured.

The sound of the cane has stopped, and the wailing has faded a lot, so it should be over.

When Ling Luo walked to the execution place, he happened to pass by a big man in military uniforms with an iron rod, and faintly heard them muttering something in a low voice.

"It's really strange, six hundred iron rods, and there is not a drop of blood!"

"yes, why do I think I'm like I'm on an iron plate?"

Iron? Didn't see blood?

Ling Luo's brows furrowed involuntarily, how could the six hundred iron rods not see blood, if it was herself, I was afraid that the bones would be broken.

Thinking of this, with a huge question in his heart, Ling Luo walked to Xuanyuan Yu's side.

At this moment, he was lying on the ground, looking at her with a sad face, and said in a dumb voice: "Luo'er." ”

Ling Luo narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fell on Xuanyuan Yu's back, and he saw a large area of red blood, smudged from his waist all the way down to the base of his thighs.

Xuanyuan Yu stretched out his hand, trembling faintly in her direction, the corners of his lips moved slightly, and the words he said were shattered: "I...... Dying. ”

The bright red eyes stabbed Ling Luo's eyes, she opened her mouth half-open, and it took a long time to spit out a sentence: "Didn't you say that you didn't see a drop of blood?" ”

"Didn't see a drop of blood?" Xuanyuan Yu's eyes widened suddenly, the color of injury crossed his deep black eyes, and there was a faint grievance in his voice, "Luo'er, I'...... This ......"

Ling Luo took a deep breath and said, "Okay, don't talk about it, aren't you my servant, I'll find someone to carry you back to the Feather Spirit Pavilion." ”

Seeing his aggrieved look, Ling Luo turned his head, raised his hand to summon the two uniformed guards on the west side, and ordered him to come down.

Along the way, Xuanyuan Yu kept humming and chirping, humming in a low voice.

Although separated by several steps, his unique voice still penetrated Ling Luo's ears clearly and unmistakably with a stubborn attitude.

"Big man, don't hum." Ling Luo's heart felt a pang of irritability.

This shout stopped, the painful expression on Xuanyuan Yu's face froze, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Not long after, when he stepped into the courtyard of Lingyu Pavilion, he saw Sheng Ge greeted him with an anxious face, and his eyes fell from the bloodied dirty beggar to the intact Ling Luo.

"Third Miss, you're scared to death of me." Sheng Ge stroked his heart, with a look of fear, "I heard that people said that you were dragged to the front yard by the master to ask for guilt." ”