"I'm fine." Ling Luo's eyes fell on Shengge's swollen cheek and said, "I bought a plaster for bruises. Let's go inside and rub it on."
"Third Miss—" Shengge had an extremely grateful look on her face, and there was a faint glimmer of water in her eyes. She had been beaten countless times over the years, and this was the first time that her master had given her medicine.
A faint smile appeared on Ling Luo's lips, and she turned around and walked towards the main room. Shengge was stunned for a moment, and then followed immediately.
Xuanyuan Yu's body was casually thrown on a bench.
Ling Luo didn't bother to look at him, so he pulled Shengge to sit down, opened the box of the ointment, dug out a small piece, and was about to apply it to Shengge's swollen face.
When Shengge saw this, she had a look of fear on her face and said hurriedly: "Miss Third, no, no, no, no, Shengge can do it by himself!"
It is disrespectful to ask the master to give her the medicine himself!
"Sit tight." Ling Luo ignored it, with a coldness that could not be rejected, "Don't move."
Shengge's body froze, and she sat upright, not even daring to blink her eyelids. Ling Luo now was not like before, and she couldn't help but surrender.
The ointment penetrates into the red and swollen skin, giving it a slight cooling sensation, which makes me almost hum a song in comfort.
"Miss Third, your skills in applying medicine are so good." Shengge couldn't help but admire.
The corners of Ling Luo's lips curved slightly, but she didn't explain much. In her previous life, she was not only a genius alchemist, but also an excellent healer.
There was a faint atmosphere of warmth between the master and the servant. But at this moment, a slightly unpleasant voice came in.
"Luo'er, I'm still injured. When will you give me medicine?"
Ling Luo raised her eyebrows without looking back.
"Hey, don't treat me differently!" Xuanyuan Yu protested unwillingly from behind.
Ling Luo snorted coldly. After helping Shengge apply the medicine, he turned around and scanned Xuanyuan Yu's blood-stained back with his cold eyes. Instead of helping him apply the medicine, he directly picked up a teacup from the table.
It hit Xuanyuan Yu directly in the back.
"Ah——" Xuanyuan Yu screamed miserably.
Shengge's face suddenly changed and she looked at Ling Luo in disbelief: "Miss Third, what are you doing?"
Ling Luo stood up slowly and walked to Xuanyuan Yu's side. He crossed his arms and looked at him coldly, with a sarcastic curve on his lips: "Pretend, keep pretending, I think you can still pretend."
Until when."
After hearing this, Xuanyuan Yu's face froze with pain, and the screams he was about to leave abruptly stopped.
"The execution guard told me that you didn't shed a drop of blood at all. And I didn't smell any blood from you during the whole journey."
Xuanyuan Yu's eyes averted, and his expression began to become uncomfortable.
"I know that there is a fruit of a water plant that can emit a color like blood." As he said this, Ling Luo walked to Xuanyuan Yu's side, took out the dagger he carried with him, and slashed open the mud on his back.
Dirty clothes.
The clothes were torn in the middle, revealing dirty skin, not to mention wounds and blood stains, not even a trace of red.
Shengge's eyes suddenly widened and she said in surprise: "How... is this possible?"
"It's impossible under normal circumstances." Ling Luo looked at Xuanyuan Yu with a smile, "But he can definitely do it."