Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

Ling Luo was startled, her hands shook, and the ink-stained paper fell to the ground.

"You...are you awake?"

The man in the bathtub nodded, and the corners of his lips formed a nearly perfect arc.

Ling Luo collected herself, stooped to pick up the piece of paper, put it on the table, then lifted a chair to the side of the bathtub, and sat down.

"You're awake, why don't you make a sound?"

This man, as quiet as a ghost, scared her to death just now.

"I see you are busy and don't want to disturb you." Luo Ge's voice was very gentle, like the first snow.

"Oh." Ling Luo responded lightly, looked at his handsome face that had gradually recovered its color, and said, "How do you feel, does the wound still hurt?"

Burning Heartbroken Grass, just by hearing its name, one knows how terribly poisonous it is.

"It hurts." Luo Ge's expression was indifferent, and he couldn't see any pain at all.

Ling Luo's heart trembled, this man's endurance is really strong.He really didn't change his face.

She took out a celadon bottle from the black jade space ring, poured out a milky white elixir, handed it to the side of the tub, and said, "This is for pain relief, you take one first."

Luo Ge didn't stretch out his hand, and didn't move, just looked at Ling Luo with his eyes.

The corners of Ling Luo's eyes twitched suddenly, and he asked, "Do you want it or not?"

Luo Ge narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth.

"..."

This guy really thinks he is an uncle.

Ling Luo held the pill in his hand, but didn't stretch it out, just froze in mid-air.

Luo Ge saw that Ling Luo was not moving, and there was a hint of resentment in his voice: "I am a patient."

"Your hand is not broken yet." Think she is a fool.

"I have a knife wound on my left arm." Luo Ge emphasized.

Ling Luo raised her eyebrows: "Your right arm is still fine."

A trace of cunning flashed across Luo Ge's eyes, and his thin lips parted slightly: "You are the doctor, and I am the patient."

Ling Luo's eyes narrowed dangerously: "You haven't been injured beyond repair, you can rely on yourself."

Luo Ge pursed his lips and stopped talking.There was a hint of disappointment in the ice eyes.

Ling Luo was speechless.

Well, painkillers are something you don't want to take, and you deserve it if it hurts.

Ling Luo put away the pills, and then began to adjust the water temperature of the medicated bath.

There was a sense of loneliness in the air.

The man in the tub sighed softly and slowly closed his eyes.

"Luo'er, are you coming to Dongchen to get Cangyu's pupil?"

"Yes." Her answer was simple and straightforward.

Luo Ge closed his eyes and continued to ask, "Have you got it?"

Ling Luo nodded and said, "I got it."

"Why don't you leave when you get it?"

Ling Luo paused, and said, "I still have something to do."

Luo Ge slowly opened his eyes, cast a questioning look, and said, "Why do you want to be the high priest of Dongchen Kingdom?"

Ling Luo chuckled, and said, "Everyone thinks I am, so I'll just do it for fun."

Luo Ge shook his head and said, "You don't seem like someone who would make fun of this. Luo'er, I know you, you are afraid of trouble. But this time, you took the initiative to cause trouble."

"I'm waiting." Ling Luo turned her teasing eyes away and became serious.

A gleam flashed across Luo Ge's icy eyes, and he said, "What are you waiting for?"

Ling Luo looked at Luo Ge and said in a deep voice, "I'm waiting for your wife to appear."

Luo Ge's pupils shrank suddenly, the light on his face disappeared, and even his voice became hoarse: "Ah Li is dead."