1857. Chapter 1857 Blood Alchemy Wins the Foundation 5
A faint twilight mist appeared on her eyes, then she raised her neck and raised her head.
"It's sweet, refreshing, and full of energy." Ling Ying couldn't help but praise, handed the silver quilt to Ling Luo, and said, "Have another drink."
The sinister look in Ling Luo's eyes flashed away.
She pretended to be respectful and continued to help Ling Ying pour the wine.
Lingying hadn't eaten for a long time, she was sick with longing, and was exhausted mentally and physically. After drinking a few drinks, she started to feast.
"They are all my favorite dishes, are they also ordered by Ye?" Ling Ying asked as she ate.
"Yeah." Ling Luo responded.
Deep inside, she sneered.
Ye Wan's first task when she entered the Qionghua Sect was to clean Ling Ying's room. Ye Wan knew Ling Ying's preferences very well.
Since Ling Luo was determined to kill Ling Ying through the method of blood refining to seize the foundation, he naturally had to work hard enough.
“It’s so delicious…”
Ling Ying's face was so shiny that she burst into tears.
Half an hour later, Ling Ying put down her chopsticks, drank two more cups of Qionghualu, took a deep breath, and felt very satisfied.
"Little brother, I forgot to ask, what is your name and who is your master?" Ling Ying felt comfortable, her mood improved, and she was interested in chatting.
"hehe."
Ling Luo chuckled.
"My name is Ling Luo, and my master is Master Qingli, Xiling Muxue."
"My name is Ling Luo -" Ling Ying murmured after eating and drinking, her consciousness still a little confused.
Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, and a string in her mind broke in an instant!
"What? Ling Luo?!"
Ling Ying's face turned cold, and she stood up suddenly as if facing a formidable enemy.
But the moment she stood up, an extremely strong feeling of dizziness came over her.
Ling Ying's vision went dark for a while, her legs softened, and she fell to the cold ground.
Her center of gravity was unstable, and she subconsciously wanted to grab something. Lingying stretched out her hand to hold her feet under the stone table.
"Yes, that's Ling Luo, my dear sister, you haven't even forgotten who Ling Luo is, have you?"
Ling Luo stretched out a hand, pinched it, and hit the ring on the right ankle. Then with a crisp "click" sound, the black metal anklet was untied and fell to the ground.
Ling Ying felt dizzy, and there was a roar in her ears.
In her hazy state of consciousness, she saw that the unattractive and rough-looking young man who brought her food had his withered figure become more bumpy, his dark and yellow skin became soft and white, and his ordinary facial features became extremely delicate.
That was a face that could scare Ling Ying.
It was the face that had woken her up from nightmares countless times over the course of a thousand years.
Ling Luo is the knot in Ling Ying's heart and her nightmare that will never go away.
Her conscience will never be at peace.
"You...you! How is that possible!"
Ling Ying shook her head in disbelief. She wanted to stand up, but found that she couldn't muster any strength at all, and even the spiritual energy in her dantian was gone.
"The food just now was poisonous?"
Seeing Ling Ying's belated look, Ling Luo raised the corners of her lips in an evil arc and said, "What? Did you just realize it?"
Lingying's heart suddenly felt like it was falling into an ice cellar.
"Hey, it's true. Sister, you have worshiped my master, Venerable Qingli, for so long, but you haven't even learned a single move from her. The colorless and tasteless Ruanjin Hua Gong Powder is a trick.