Naturally, Ling Wudi didn't know that some of the four blood 'relatives' behind her would pity her after she left. However, even if she knew, she would be disdainful, because she never needed pity!
"Invincible, you follow the Imperial Guard... The Imperial Guard will keep you safe on the way!!" Leng Yutai saw him off in person. Today he simply sat on a wooden push chair.
His face became paler and paler, as if he had just stepped out of the grave.
Ling Wudi frowned: "Your Majesty, are you okay?" Facing Leng Yutai, she began to doubt her medical skills for the first time. Could it be that she hadn't been cured?
"Ahem...it's okay, maybe I didn't sleep well last night! Wudi, I'm going to embarrass you this time..." After Leng Yutai finished speaking, he couldn't help but cough twice.
Ling Wudi looked at Leng Yutai's face and weak body, and an idea flashed through her mind, but she was not sure, so she just nodded with a little doubt.
"There is no time to waste, let's go!" the Imperial Master on the horse urged.
Ling Wudi consciously got on the carriage, because both teams of imperial guards were all riding horses, and there was only one carriage, which was obviously prepared for her. She did not intend to ride a horse. After all, her current body was not as good as before, and she did not know what kind of Death Valley she went to.
In such a place, it is still necessary to conserve physical strength.
After getting on the carriage, Ling Wudi saw that the carriage was much better than he had imagined. The bottom was cushioned and the sides were covered with satin. It was so soft to lean against that Ling Wudi simply lay down in the carriage.
The scene where Leng Yutai was leaving just now appeared before his eyes again. Ling Wudi has been thinking about it for the past few days. Obviously Leng Yutai's illness is cured, so who is he pretending to be as if he is sick and about to die all the time?
What do you think?
What is the role of the national master who went with him today? Why does Ling Wudi think he is designing him?
What kind of spirit girl? It’s so funny. Maybe I am a spirit girl like this?
The piles of questions made Ling Wudi's mind instantly confused.
"Ling Xiaojie, let's take a rest in front!?"
After driving all morning, the car finally stopped.
"Okay!" Ling Wudi said and jumped off the carriage.
Ling Wudi felt comfortable when he got out of the car. In front of him was a vast wilderness with weeds everywhere, but Ling Wudi felt very comfortable and the air was fresh.
Ling Wudi has never had the chance to visit such a place since his rebirth.
"How is it? Can you still hold on?" A white figure flashed, and a water bag appeared in front of Ling Wudi.
After taking the water bag, Ling Wudi put it to his mouth and said, "Master, would you like to drink first?"
The Imperial Master was still wearing a gauze hat, and his expression could not be seen clearly: "Wudi, you drink it! I just drank it!"
Ling Wudi nodded: "How long until we arrive?" He covered the mouth of the water bag with his hand.
"Almost..." After saying that, he turned and left.
Indifferent, Ling Wudi wanted to drink water, but she was still a little worried about the attitude of the Imperial Master when she gave it to him just now.
After returning to the car, Ling Wudi poured the water from the water bag into the tea set in the car, put a homemade pill in it, and then drank it with peace of mind.
The car started to move again, but this time it stopped suddenly after a while, and then Ling Wudi heard a scream outside.
"Protect the spirit girl!" the national master's voice shouted.
Ling Wudi already had a silver needle in his hand. He opened the curtain on the small window in the car with cold eyes and saw black crows everywhere outside.
The devil is coming? Zi Po?
When Ling Wudi saw the swarms of crows with red eyes, he put away the silver needle in his hand and lay down in the car with peace of mind!