He could only watch from the sidelines, staring at the blood on Zhai Xiying's body and smelling the unpleasant smell of blood in the Orchid Garden.

Winter, late in the morning. After guarding the crazy Zhai Xiying for three full hours, the Gu Emperor stopped swimming and returned to his heart.

Xing untied the chains, helped Zhai Xiying, who was covered in blood, and put him on the bed.

Zhai Xiying had already been tortured and fainted to death, and let the stars settle him peacefully.

Seeing the bloody man on the bed, recovering the subcutaneous tissue little by little, in his mind, it was always difficult to eliminate Zhai Xiying's painful roar.

Looking at him, Lu Youruo's heart was also inexplicably painful, a kind of regret that a doctor could not save the patient.

Xinggang Zhai Xiying wiped his entire body, ignoring Lu Youruo the whole time.

After packing up, Xingcai turned around, blaming his eyes, staring at the silent Youruo in disappointment.

"Miss Lu, didn't you say that you would save your master?"

Yu Ruo replied numbly: "During these days, I was busy with the winter sacrifice, and I didn't have time to analyze the Gu worms in his body. ”

"So you're so irresponsible?" Xing's angry tone, dissatisfied reproached Youruo.

Even if Youruo is ashamed in her heart, she will not show it, and she returned in a flat tone: "After the winter sacrifice, I will start the Gu poison on Zhai Xiying's body." ”

Xing roared angrily: "Miss Lu, do you think the master still has so much time for you to waste?" ”

Yu Ruo's red lips pulled, "He only gets sick on the first night, and the rest of the time, it's no different from a normal person, I'll try my best to find a way!" ”

Xing snorted coldly: "Miss Lu, if something really happens to the master, the people of the Hades Palace will definitely not spare you!" ”

Yuruo calmly dealt with Xing's anger, sighed, and walked out of the room.

It's dawn.

Walking to the guest house, Mama Yu and a few people did not look good.

"Miss Lu." Shishi politely called out Youruo.

Youruo's eyes were also full of tiredness, and she asked them, "Last night, didn't you sleep well?" ”

Mama Yu lamented: "Late last night, when it was the ghost of King Ying's mansion, I couldn't sleep at all after screaming all night. ”

Youruo proposed: "Otherwise, I won't practice today, and a few of you can go back to your room to rest." Youruo's progress is not bad for this day. "Zhai Xiying's matter, she is annoyed that she has no heart to practice.

Shanshan nodded to Mama Yu, yesterday, they couldn't sleep peacefully.

"That's all it takes, Miss Lu, you go back to the house, remember to practice more." Mama Yu was supported by Shanshan Shishi and walked out of the front hall.

Leaving the guest house, it is like stepping towards a worry-free small pharmacy.

When I entered the small pharmacy, I smelled a faint smell of grass.

When I came here before, I was completely covered by the smell of herbs by Zhai Xiying's bloody smell, how could I smell the refreshing smell of grass.

The silverware made in Dahan has not yet had time to inspect the goods.

When I opened the lid of the large box, I saw that the utensils were large and small, and they were placed in an orderly manner.

Pick up the silver bowl with a sharp mouth on one side and carefully observe the workmanship of the big man.

The cambered surface is smooth, and there is no joint to be found, and the workmanship is excellent.

Looking at the bottom of the bowl, there was a word carved in the corner. 'Empty'!

"Empty?" Yu Ruo muttered to himself in confusion.

Mo is not a trademark of Dahan? But this emptiness was also encountered not long ago.

On the day I first saw the big man, I came out of the restaurant, and a note handed to her by a little milk baby read:

The old bald donkey is not dead, don't worry! Leave a word: empty!

At that time, when you opened it to look at it, you were very surprised. Who sent her the message and it didn't appear?

She thought that it must have something to do with the person who was staring at her in the restaurant, wasn't it the old bald donkey?

In vain? In vain? The original owner's master?

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(Markor Literature-)