Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

Xuanyuan Yu nodded, looked at her with a smile, and said, "Of course."

There was a hint of warmth in Ling Luo's eyes, and the strange emotion in her heart became stronger.

The feeling she had never felt before made her a little annoyed. Her black eyes were dizzy and angry, she stared at him and said, "Are you stupid, you are still guarding in the middle of the night!"

Xuanyuan Yu was scolded, not only did he not feel unhappy, but he felt unusually comfortable inside.The smile on his lips was even stronger, his peach blossom eyes curved into crescents, and he was silent.

Facing such a face, Ling Luo really couldn't lose his temper.She sighed softly and turned away from him.

The two were not too close, but Ling Luo always felt that there was a kind of ambiguous tension spreading between the two.

At this time, the voice of the cheap dragon sounded in Ling Luo's mind: "Hey, Xiao Luo, you have an affair with him~~~"

The cheap voice, plus the deliberately long tail, sounded extraordinarily flat.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Ling Luo communicated with the prison consciousness.

"That man seems to like you~~~"

"You will continue to use the tub tomorrow."

"You don't seem to have feelings for him~"

"Tomorrow you'd better use a teacup."

"Xiao Luo, you are avenging your personal revenge, there is clearly something between the two of you..."

"Prison, your marrow-washing liquid for tomorrow has been canceled."

"No~"

Along with the pitiful cry of a certain cheap dragon, the corners of Ling Luo's lips raised a cold arc, and her face was filled with a sense of revenge.

And Xuanyuan Yu, who was walking on the right, looked at Ling Luo's somewhat grim profile, and felt quite uneasy. He tentatively asked, "Luo'er, what's wrong with you, your expression looks so weird?"

The expression on Ling Luo's face froze, and then she came back to her senses. She raised her eyebrows and smiled sweetly at Xuanyuan Yu. Her voice was very light: "It's nothing, I just thought of something interesting."

"Oh? What interesting things, Luo'er would like to share with me?" Xuanyuan Yu became interested.

Ling Luo tilted her head slightly with a playful expression, and said, "I won't tell you."

After speaking, she hummed a little tune all the way, like a girl, and happily went to the dining room.

Just stepped through the door and saw Yu Shi who was already sitting at the dining table and Ling Yue, whose face was covered in gauze, Ling Luo's mouth stopped abruptly, and the smile on her face froze.

Unexpectedly, these two evil stars were already there so early.It seems that it is difficult to have a leisurely meal.

"Second Mother, Sister Yue." Ling Luo greeted her with a dry voice.

Yu snorted coldly, cast a light glance at her from the corners of his slender eyes, and sneered: "You are very capable, you burned His Royal Highness Qi, so you fled back in despair and hid in the house for three days. grandson."

Ling Luo sat down opposite the mother and daughter expressionlessly, holding chopsticks in his left hand and steamed buns in his right, and ate.

I haven't eaten rice noodles for three days, and now I feel hungry.Even the disgusting mother-daughter pair on the opposite side couldn't stop her.

And Ling Luo's devouring look undoubtedly made the mother and daughter itch with hatred.How can the enemy be so happy!

"Hey, Ling Luo, in two months, it will be the 16-year-old coming-of-age ceremony. If you are still a first-level warrior, you will be dispatched." Ling Yue's face was wrapped in gauze, only showing a pair of gloating s eyes.

Ling Luo's eating movements were slightly stagnant. For 1000 years, the custom of the [-]th coming-of-age ceremony in the Tianyuan Continent has been handed down.

Mobilizing the memory of the host, Ling Luo learned that in the century-old tradition of the Ling family, if the younger generation reaches the age of 16, if they cannot reach the level of Muyuan fifth-order warriors, they will be directly assigned to the frontier to manage some in the military camp. Logistical matters.