"Let's just say goodbye." Yu Ling said decisively.

"Master, are you really going to leave me? Can you bear it..." Yang Zhaoke said with tears in his eyes: "My whole body is injured now and I can't walk. No, I feel dizzy. I might...

…I can’t hold on any longer…”

Yang Zhaoke poured it down as he was told, without any hesitation. Yu Ling's head began to hurt again. Why does this girl always like to do this trick?

This time it was even more amazing than last time. Before Yu Ling could force her to hold her up, she rolled her eyes and fainted, looking as if she would not move again even if she was beaten to death.

"..." Yu Ling really had the urge to leave her here and turn around and leave.

However, the smell of blood on Yang Zhaoke's body hit her nostrils. Only then did Yu Ling discover that there was a large cut on her back. The blood was dripping and dripping, and it was just a hair away from hurting her backbone.

Already.

Moreover, her hands and legs were all torn apart by the strong wind. Although they were not as severe as those on her back, they were so many that they looked very hideous and terrifying. I was afraid that Yang Zhaoke had to support her back home.

, she was about to lose too much blood and fall into a coma before walking halfway.

Yu Ling hesitated for a few seconds, and finally could not make up his mind to leave her here. Besides, if he really dared to do this, wouldn't Yang Huoxin be the first to come and fight him? Should he continue to hang out in the barren mountains?

Yu Ling first took out some ointment and gauze, briefly treated Yang Zhaoke's wounds, and then carried her on her back to the Yang Mansion.

Strangely enough, Yang Zhaoke looked a little chubby and weighed one hundred twenty or thirty kilograms by visual inspection. However, when she was actually carrying her, Yu Ling felt that she only weighed around one hundred kilograms at most, which was not a burden at all.

So what is the explanation for the extra fat on her body?

Yu Ling was just confused for a few seconds, then stopped worrying about this issue and started thinking about this sudden assassination.

Obviously, Yang Zhao was targeted, but no one would send seven or eight late-stage marrow cleansing and peak masters to make trouble with a little girl. Then the opponent was just a drunkard who was not interested in drinking, but actually wanted to attack Yang Huoxin.

And it was not kidnapping or robbery, but the most direct assassination. It seemed that the other party did not want to gain any benefit from Yang Zhaoke, but was a warning and deterrence to Yang Huoxin, which might also be a kind of revenge.

The person who dares to do this is probably one of the other seven blood coagulation experts.

However, Yu Ling was not very interested in the grievances and grievances in the barren mountain. He just wanted to find the forest of stone tablets and take the ancient barren art a step further.

Yu Ling asked clearly about the location of the Yang Mansion, but before she had gone far, many marrow cleaning experts came to greet Yang Zhaoke. Seeing her young lady injured like this, these people were shocked and angry.

, I can’t wait to kill those assassins again.

So some people went to deal with the assassination scene, while the remaining people carefully gathered around and called for a carriage to put Yang Zhaoke inside.

Yu Ling was about to put her down, but the "unconscious" Miss Yang tightened her arms around his neck, looking confused as if she had just woken up from sleep, and said pitifully: "Can you please not leave me..."

Yu Ling: "..." Just keep pretending.

"Ahem, take your lady back quickly?" Yu Ling said directly to a master of peak marrow washing.

Everyone looked at each other and looked hesitantly between Yu Ling and Yang Zhaoke.

Yang Zhaoke looked around threateningly. Everyone lowered their heads and silently mourned for Yu Ling for three seconds.

Although Yu Ling couldn't see Yang Zhaoke's movements, he vaguely noticed something, so he could only say helplessly: "You'd better get on the carriage, and I'll accompany you back to the head office?"

"Really?" Yang Zhaoke's eyes lit up.

As soon as Yu Ling nodded, Yang Zhaoke, who was wrapped in gauze, jumped onto the carriage with nimble hands and feet, and dragged him up along the way.

"Don't you feel pain? Your back..." Yu Ling was speechless. Yang Zhaoke was so careless and rough, and the wound on his back began to ooze blood again.

"It's okay. I was assassinated last time and all the bones in my body were almost broken. I was raised on the bed for half a year. This time it's just a little skin injury." Yang Zhaoke said nonchalantly, and then shouted to the group of marrow cleaning experts:

"Hey, let's go and drive. Why are you just standing there?"

Only then did everyone start to move from a still state. One person acted as the driver, and the rest followed the carriage all the way back to prevent Yang Zhaoke from encountering any danger again.

When he arrived at the Yang Mansion, Yang Zhaoke focused all his energy on Yu Ling, fearing that he would suddenly slip away, and reminded him: "You just live here. If something like this happens, you won't be able to do anything outside."

Safety. Well, it’s me who has dragged you down, let me think about how to compensate..."

Compensation? It won’t be a promise of your own body, right?

Yu Ling really couldn't bear it.

Fortunately, what Yang Zhaoke said this time was: "Is your earth-level spiritual weapon broken? My father has a lot of collections here. You can take whatever you like. It doesn't matter if it's a high-grade earth-level weapon."

"No need." Forget it, being soft on others, Yu Ling really doesn't want to continue to be entangled in such a unclear way.

"Oh, you are my savior, why are you so polite? It's me who owes you, not you who owe me. Why are you hiding from your debt?" Yang Zhaoke said with a hint of resentment.

"Hurry up and arrange a clean house. Don't treat my savior badly!" Yang Zhaoke turned around and ordered.

Yu Ling was speechless for a while, feeling that she would never be able to look directly at the words "savior" again.

They had already arrived at the entrance of Yang Mansion, and Yu Ling couldn't leave anymore. She was led by several maids and walked around and passed through many corridors before stopping, which proved that this mansion was built big enough.

While Yang Zhaoke was still explaining the way to him, a bunch of "Ying Ying Yan Yan" appeared out of nowhere and started talking about Yang Zhaoke's injury, which made Yu Ling feel very dizzy.

"Shut up!" Yang Zhaoke yelled, and suddenly there was no sound.

"Who asked you to come to me? Go back and get some sacred jade powder yourself! Don't appear in front of me." Yang Zhaoke said mercilessly.

A young man with several layers of makeup on his face, who was as white as a ghost, said aggrievedly: "Sister Yang, aren't we all concerned about your safety, that's why we came to see you in the first place? How come we have a new love?

Have you forgotten us?"

"That's right, Sister Yang, don't you love me anymore..." Someone else held up a handkerchief and pretended to wipe the corners of his eyes.

"Ke'er, I will never leave you even if I die. Even if you drive me away, I won't leave..." A young man called out softly and affectionately.

Yu Ling slammed the door, blocking out all the sounds. It took a long time for the goosebumps on her body to subside.

He has now begun to wonder if it was a mistake for him to come to the Barren Mountains? Or is he coming in from the wrong direction?

How are you going to get through the next few days...

Yuling hadn't been quiet for a few minutes when Yang Zhaoke knocked on the door and shouted: "Hey, don't ignore me. You have to believe me. I have drawn a clear line with them. You are the only one in my heart! You

Don't be angry with me behind closed doors..."

Yu Ling felt deeply powerless. He now somewhat believed in the theory that one thing defeats another. Could this Miss Yang be his nemesis?

If she was just an unreasonable and charming young lady, Yu Ling would probably have abandoned her long ago. However, Yang Zhaoke's calmness, calmness and decisiveness when he was assassinated made people unable to help but admire him. Yu Ling could feel it.

In view of the forbearance and strength she has developed in this kind of life of licking blood from the edge of a knife, I can't hate her at all.

It would be nice if Yang Zhao could stop pestering him so much and become a friend.

Yuling reluctantly opened the door and said, "Ms. Yang, I have..."

"You can call me Ke'er!" Yang Zhaoke was still wrapped in gauze, but she didn't go to recuperate and just stayed here.

"I already have a girlfriend."

"What does it matter? Just dump it!"

"..."

"Just kidding, people like you who are dedicated to the past are more in line with my wishes. One day, I will influence you...ah, I will impress you!"

"...Why don't you go and recuperate? Doesn't your father care about you?"
Chapter completed!