The poor lover provoked Luo Xiaoniang

Chapter 810 Unexpected
At the end of summer, the weather is already hot.Luo Jiaojiao's heart was filled with panic, so she felt that the room was extremely hot.

"Let's go and see!"

Luo Jiaojiao couldn't lie down on the couch anymore, she sat up and said to Bo Lang Jun.

"No accident, we will win."

Bo Langjun sat behind a few desks thinking about how to deal with the poisonous people.

Luo Jiaojiao walked to Bo Langjun and sat down.Her right arm was hanging in front of her chest, and she felt much looser after taking the medicine on her shoulder.

"Master! We won!"

Miao Hua ran back to Bo Mansion first, and rushed into the study regardless of the guards' obstruction.

"Oh!"

Mr. Bo Lang replied without raising his head.

"Great! Tell me about it!"

Luo Jiaojiao got up quickly, and took Miao Hua to sit at the tea table.

Miao Hua drank the tea that Luo Jiaojiao poured for her, and began to talk happily.

"In the second scene, the one from the Yiyang faction is a Taoist nun. Although she is approaching middle age, she looks quite good-looking. The sword in her hand is extremely thin, and it seems to be longer than ordinary swords."

"She made a rapier!"

Li Zheng walked into the study and said.Although he is already the owner of the secret door, once he returns to the Bo mansion, his old habit of always stealing other people's talk.

"Yang Xiaoqing?"

Bo Langjun frowned and straightened up.

"Yep!"

Miao Hua hurriedly said.

"Luan Chong lost?"

Bo Langjun frowned involuntarily.

"No! He is really powerful, but he was injured!"

Miao Hua's mouth was faster than a knife, and Li Zheng couldn't get in the conversation right now.

"Did Hongye win?"

Luo Jiaojiao knew that the person in the third competition was Hongye.

"She didn't know why she suddenly said that she couldn't participate in the competition due to abdominal pain! Then she didn't let me follow, saying that the group arena was more important. But after the competition ended, she was nowhere to be seen."

The smile on Li Zheng's face gradually disappeared.

"Then didn't we give up to others for nothing?"

Luo Jiaojiao thumped her feet and sighed.

"No! I insisted on playing! The Yiyang faction also agreed!"

Miao Hua's face turned red involuntarily.In order to be able to compete in the competition, she even choked Qiu Jingshan, the deputy leader of the martial arts, to the point of being speechless.

She said that she is the candidate, if she is not allowed to participate in the competition, then what is the candidate for?Could it be that the rules of the martial arts tournament are just a decoration?Do not count?

Is there anything wrong with women for women?
In the end, the head of the Yiyang faction was more magnanimous, saying that he followed the rules of the group arena, and agreed that she would take part in the competition instead of Hongye.

"Yes! Winning or losing doesn't matter, but the rules must be followed!"

Luo Jiaojiao nodded seriously.

"Hehe! My apprentice, who has always been unruly, why did I change my temper today?"

Shan Chen reeked of alcohol and entered the study.

"Master! I'm afraid you will have a duel with someone tomorrow! Don't drink any more!"

Luo Jiaojiao stood up and persuaded.

"Here! Post this, maybe we can fight tomorrow!"

Shan Chen put the medicine patch in Luo Jiaojiao's left hand.

"You really love her! How can she play again after being injured so badly?"

Bo Langjun narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips.

"What? She has been with you for so long, if you don't let her compete, will she listen?"

Shanchen turned her head and looked directly into Bo Langjun's eyes.

"Okay? Don't be like fighting cocks! I haven't finished listening yet! Miao Hua, keep talking!"

Luo Jiaojiao turned around and sat opposite Miao Hua again.

"Hmm! The one I fought against was a young man, wearing a khaki long gown, and he was also handsome!"

Miao Hua's face turned even redder.

"Is his swordsmanship formidable?"

Luo Jiaojiao asked Miao Hua cautiously.In her mind, Miao Hua must have lost!
"Yeah! Great! But my whip is even stronger! He can't beat me!"

Miao Hua subconsciously touched the soft whip on her waist.

Hearing Miao Hua's words, Mr. Bo Lang couldn't help looking at her.

This girl looks only fourteen or fifteen years old, how could she beat a big apprentice who was personally trained by Yiyang Master?
Mr. Bo Lang had already memorized the origins, origins, skills and characteristics of all the participants in the group arena.

Duan Yi, the most proud disciple of Immortal Yiyang, future successor of Yiyang School of Duan Clan, is not only a young hero, but also the son of Emperor Duan.He ranked fourth in the family, known as Duan Fourth Master!

"you win?"

Luo Jiaojiao was as surprised as Bo Langjun.

"What? Master didn't expect that!"

Seeing Luo Jiaojiao's surprised face, Miao Hua was very proud.

"Well! My person is not ordinary! Go! Go and put a plaster on me!"

Luo Jiaojiao's competitive spirit was also aroused, and she dragged Miaohua into the inner room.

Shan Chen sat lazily at the tea table.Li Zheng poured him a cup of tea.

"Boy! Your daughter-in-law is being threatened with the lives of her family members, why don't you help?"

Shan Chen took Li Zheng's teacup and said slowly.

"Where is she?"

Li Zheng grabbed Shan Chen's sleeve holding the teacup and asked eagerly.

"The third floor of Xiangya Pavilion!"

As soon as Shan Chen finished speaking, Li Zheng's people had already arrived outside the door.

"Jiang Yu! Take someone with you!"

Mr. Bo Lang immediately ordered outside the study.

"Yes!"

Jiang Yu led a team of guards to Xiangyage immediately.

"Luan Chong's injury is not a problem!"

Bo Langjun's eyes turned to Shanchen.

"I'd rather have my back cut open by a sword than win the group arena! Even if he doesn't die, he'll lose half his life!"

Shanchen's words made Bo Langjun immediately get up and go to Yaogong's garden.

"master!"

When Feng Yue hugged little Wenji and led Brother Yao back to the door of the study, he saw Bo Langjun walking out quickly, put the child in Brother Yao's arms, and followed closely.

As soon as Yaogong finished decocting the medicine and asked Yaotong to deliver it to Luo Jiaojiao, he saw a black shadow break into his garden and fell at his feet.

"Help me help me into the medicine house!"

Yaogong told his Tonger to say.

The drug boy put down the medicine bowl in his hand, and helped Yao Gong drag Luan Chong into the medicine hut.

Luan Chong fell into a coma due to excessive blood loss.

When Yao Gong ripped off the clothes on his back, he couldn't help but gasped.

A two-foot-long gash cut obliquely across the back, flesh and blood protruded, and ribs were visible.

"Get the medicine box!"

Yaogong quickly cleaned his hands in the medicine basin, then took out the needle in the medicine box and passed it over the fire, put on the twine and began to sew up Luan Chong's wound.

The medicine boy mashed the hemostatic herbs and put them in a bowl.

Yao Gong sewed up Luan Chong's wound, his hands were already dripping with blood.

He washed his hands and applied hemostatic herbs on Luan Chong's wound.

"Hurry up and boil the herbs that replenish qi and blood!"

Yaogong urgently ordered the Yaoboy standing beside him.

The drug boy hurriedly ran to the door of the drug hut, but bumped into Bao Langjun who had just entered the door.

Bo Langjun picked up the drug boy so that he didn't knock him out.

"Damn the villain!"

Seeing that the person he bumped into was Bo Langjun, Yaotong turned pale with fright.

"Hurry up and boil the medicine, don't delay!"

Yao Gong began to wrap Luan's wound with sackcloth.

Bo Langjun took off his gown and came to help.

"Don't let the master's hands get blood-stained, let the old slave do it by himself!"

Yao Gong knew that Mr. Bo Lang liked to be clean, so he spoke out to stop him.

But Mr. Bo Lang didn't say a word, he helped Mr. Yao tie up Luan Chong's wound, and then the two of them wiped off the blood on his body, and carried him to the bed.

Mr. Bo Lang washed the blood off his hands, then walked to the couch and sat down.

Luan Chong lay prone on the couch with his eyes closed.His bloodless face lost the color of life, and even his lips were blue and white.

"Can you still live?"

Mr. Bo Lang had seen the dead people in the ice cellar, they looked exactly like Luan Chong now.

(End of this chapter)