Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

"What's that expression on your face? Don't you care about me?" Xuanyuan Yu's eyes flashed with pain, "Luo'er, is your heart really made of stone?"

Ling Luo raised her eyes, and in the dark night, her pupils were shining brightly.

She smiled wryly: "I really hope that my heart is made of stone."

After she seized the house, it would be great if she could concentrate on practicing revenge without many entanglements.

Her master in her previous life once told her that feelings can make people weak.

Therefore, Chu Ye taught her a huge lesson.

Xuanyuan Yu's breath was suffocated: "What do you mean?"

Ling Luo turned her head, with a stubborn face, and sighed softly: "I have nothing to say."

She really had nothing to say.

Because... She didn't even know what kind of feelings she had for Xuanyuan Yu.

But when Xuanyuan Yu heard these words, it had another meaning.

Sometimes, the way of thinking of men and women is really different.

"So, you admit it." Xuanyuan Yu's eyes were extremely lonely, and his complexion was like ruins.

What he got in return for his desperate protection was her indifference.There seems to be a hole in the heart.

He slowly let go of the hand holding her shoulder, turned around and said, "I understand. I won't bother you in the future."

Xuanyuan Yu turned and left, leaving Ling Luo with a very desolate back.

Ling Luo's face was pale, she stretched out a hand, covered her extremely painful shoulder, and slowly squatted down.

The collarbone must have been broken.

Heart-piercing pain.

What is even more terrible is the feeling of emptiness in my heart.

Ling Luo lost strength all over her body, her feet went limp, and she sat down along the base of the wall.

She raised her head, looked up at the clear night sky, the sea of ​​stars all over the sky, and blinked lonelyly.

Obviously caring about him.

Why can't you speak?

But... it can't be regarded as liking between men and women, it can only be regarded as a kind of dependence at most.

Ling Luo took out a wound medicine from the black jade space ring, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.

The moment she lowered her head to take the medicine, a thin black shadow gradually approached.

"Who?" Ling Luo noticed keenly, and a stern look flashed across his eyes.

She leaned on the wall, stood up slowly, and saw under a big tree three steps away, an extremely thin figure, holding a big broom, staring at her steadfastly.

The clouds dispersed, and the moonlight flowed beautifully.

The face of the skinny boy gradually became clear.It was a hideous face, mottled with red burns.

If it wasn't for Ling Luo's determination and courage, he would have thought he had seen a ghost in the middle of the night.

This boy is very familiar.

Especially those huge eyes that are about to pop out of their sockets.

"Why are you here?"

Ling Luo remembered that it was the ugly slave who played the piano in the small teahouse on the East Street outside the gate of Jiulan College during the day.

Judging by his current appearance, he can still sweep the floor, probably because he was not beaten to death by the owner of the teahouse.

Seeing that Ling Luo recognized him, Ugly Nurse clenched the big broom in his hand a little nervously, stood motionless, neither spoke nor stepped forward.

Ling Luo was a little puzzled, and took two steps forward.

Is it dumb?Why don't you speak?

After pulling into the distance, Ling Luo noticed that the ugly slave was severely wounded, and the exposed skin of the neck and arms were covered with mottled scars.