"Okay, let's all disperse." Ling Nie frowned slightly, stood up, and left first. As he passed by Ling Luo, he snorted lightly.
When Mrs. Yu walked up to Ling Luo, she was not so polite. She looked ferocious and said with resentment: "You really picked up a good dog, but if you wait, Yue'er will pay for it sooner or later."
I want to pay it back!"
How could Ling Luo be threatened by her? He immediately sneered coldly: "Are you kidding, or do you want Ling Yue's face to be ruined even more completely?"
"What do you mean?" Yu's face suddenly became nervous.
Ling Luo glanced at this old woman who smelled like powder, and said slowly: "In a few days, you will understand."
The sand of lotus is formed by miasma, and is dry and cold in nature. Ling Yue ate a handful. The burns on her face were probably going to take a very long time to heal.
Thinking of this, Ling Luo's mood improved involuntarily. She ignored Yu Shi again and walked out of the door towards the place where Xuanyuan Yu was tortured.
The sound of the beating with the stick has stopped, and the wailing has faded a lot. It should be over.
When Ling Luo walked to the execution place, he happened to pass by a tall man in military uniform holding an iron rod, and faintly heard the two of them muttering something in a low voice.
"It's really weird, there's a six hundred iron rod, but not a drop of blood!"
"Yeah, why do I feel like I'm being hit on an iron plate?"
Iron plate? No blood?
Ling Luo's brows furrowed involuntarily. How could the six hundred iron rod not see blood? If it were her, her bones would probably be broken.
Thinking of this, with huge doubts in her heart, Ling Luo walked to Xuanyuan Yu's side.
At this moment, he was lying on the ground, looking at her with a sad expression on his face, and said hoarsely: "Luo'er."
Ling Luo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked behind Xuanyuan Yu. He saw a large stain of bright red blood, smeared from the waist down to the roots of the thighs.
Xuanyuan Yu stretched out his hand, trembling slightly in her direction, the corners of his lips moved slightly, and the words he spoke were all broken and indistinct: "I... am about to die."
The bright red eyes hurt Ling Luo's eyes. She opened her mouth half-open, and it took her a long time to spit out a sentence: "Didn't you say you didn't see a drop of blood?"
"Didn't you see a drop of blood?" Xuanyuan Yu's eyes suddenly widened, a look of hurt flashed across his deep black eyes, and there was a hint of grievance in his voice, "Luo'er, I...this..."
Ling Luo took a deep breath and said, "Okay, stop talking. Aren't you my servant? I'll find someone to carry you back to Yuling Pavilion."
Not seeing his aggrieved look, Ling Luo turned her head, raised her hand, called the two uniformed guards on the west side, and ordered them to come down.
Along the way, Xuanyuan Yu kept moaning and groaning in pain.
Even though they were several steps apart, his unique voice still penetrated Ling Luo's ears clearly and unmistakably in a stubborn manner.
"You grown man, stop humming." Ling Luo felt a little irritated.
When the shouting stopped, the painful expression on Xuanyuan Yu's face froze, and his voice stopped abruptly.
Not long after, when he stepped into the courtyard of Lingyu Pavilion, he saw Shengge coming up to him with a worried look on his face. His eyes fell from the bloody dirty beggar to the intact Ling Luo.
"Third Miss, you scared me to death." Shengge stroked his heart with a look of fear on his face, "I heard people say that you were dragged to the front yard by the master to interrogate your guilt."