Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

"Okay, let's go." Ling Nie frowned slightly, stood up, and left first.When passing by Ling Luo's side, he snorted coldly.

When Mrs. Side Yu walked to Ling Luo's side, she was not so polite, she looked ferocious and said with resentment: "You really picked up a good dog, but you wait for me, Yue'er's account will be yours sooner or later. Pay it back!"

How could Ling Luo be threatened by her, and immediately sneered: "Are you joking, or do you want Ling Yue's face to rot more thoroughly?"

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

Ling Luo cast a light glance at the old woman who smelled of powder, and said slowly, "You will understand in a few days."

The sand of lotus is transformed by miasma, and its nature is dry and cold.Ling Yue had eaten a small amount. The burn on her face would take a very, very long time to heal.

Thinking of this, Ling Luo's mood involuntarily improved.She ignored Yu's family and walked out of the door, towards the place where Xuanyuan Yu was tortured.

The sound of the caning has stopped, and the wailing has also faded a lot. It should be over.

When Ling Luo walked to the execution place, he happened to pass by the burly man in uniform holding an iron staff, and could faintly hear the two of them whispering something.

"It's really strange, six hundred iron rods, but not a single drop of blood!"

"Yeah, why do I feel like I'm hitting an iron plate?"

iron plate?No blood?

Ling Luo's brows wrinkled involuntarily, how could there be no blood on the [-] iron rod, if it was herself, the bones would be broken.

Thinking of this, Ling Luo walked to Xuanyuan Yu's side with huge doubts in her heart.

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

Ling Luo narrowed her eyes slightly, her eyes fell on Xuanyuan Yu's back, and she saw a large area of ​​dark red blood, smudged from the waist down to the base of the thigh.

Xuanyuan Yu stretched out his hand, trembling faintly in her direction, the corners of his lips moved slightly, and the words he said could not be broken: "I... dying."

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

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

Ling Luo took a deep breath and said, "Okay, stop talking, aren't you my servant? I'll find someone to carry you back to Yuling Pavilion."

Not seeing his aggrieved look, Ling Luo turned his head, raised his hand and called the two guards in uniform on the west side, and ordered them to come down.

Along the way, Xuanyuan Yu kept humming and humming in pain.

Even though he was separated by several steps, his unique voice still got into Ling Luo's ear clearly and unmistakably with a stubborn attitude.

"Men, don't hum." Ling Luo felt a little irritable in her heart.

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

Not long after, stepping into the courtyard of Lingyu Pavilion, I saw Sheng Ge greeted him with a worried look, his eyes fell from the bloody dirty beggar to the intact Ling Luo.

"Miss San, you scared me to death." Sheng Ge caressed his heart, with a look of fear on his face, "I heard people say that you were dragged by the master to the front yard to be questioned."