"Why are so many people dead?" Xuanyuan Yu followed Ling Luo's gaze and showed a surprised expression.
Ling Luo's long eyelashes drooped slightly, her face full of disappointment.
It turned out that when he committed the murder, he really lost his sense of self and couldn't even remember what he had done.
"Killed in a fight."
Ling Luo didn't say much.
Subconsciously, she couldn't accept this result.
Next, she sighed softly, stepped back a little, distanced herself from him, leaned against the soft cushion, and slowly closed her eyes.
"Luo'er, are you sleepy again?"
Xuanyuan Yu took a step forward, sat beside his beloved wife, stretched out his long arm to wrap his arms around her shoulders, and looked at her with concern.
"Well, I'm a little sleepy."
She didn't push him away, pretending to be sleepy.
Now, she can no longer stay awake for even two hours a day.
Sleepiness is just an escape route.
"Go to sleep if you're sleepy." Xuanyuan Yu hugged his wife tenderly and patted her back gently, as if coaxing a child, "I will always be with you."
There was the smell of blood on his body.
Very heavy.
She frowned slightly and closed her eyes, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.
What will he become?
Three thousand years ago, did he kill Mansha because of this?
If his condition continues to deteriorate, will he repeat his past mistakes and kill himself again?
No! It won’t!
The relationship between them as husband and wife is so deep that Yu will definitely not be able to do anything to him.
Ling Luo kept comforting herself in her heart.
In her uneasy mood and in the bumps of the Lingxi car, her slightly chaotic breathing became longer and longer.
Finally, I fell asleep.
It felt like she had been sleeping for a long time. When she opened her eyes again, Ling Luo found that she was no longer in the carriage.
When she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by a soft mattress and a warm cashmere quilt.
She turned her head slightly, and the candle shadow flickered red, confusing people's eyes.
"Um……"
She frowned and stretched out a hand to block the red candlelight.
But soon, she blinked and adapted to the light.
The room is large, but not empty.
In the house, there are tall medicine cabinets standing against the three walls, which are carved from golden nanmu that is good at preventing moisture and insects.
The faint medicinal smell filled the whole room.
Ling Luo pulled away the quilt, sat up, tilted her head slightly, and sorted out her thoughts.
She remembered that she followed Yu and rode in the convoy escorting the Lingshi Mine to the headquarters of Yugong Que.
On the way, they encountered evil cultivators from the Demon Sect's Blood Spirit Sect who hijacked their car. At the same time, people from Qiongdao Pavilion secretly ambush them. Finally, Yu stepped forward and started a massacre, which made them red-eyed.
Ling Luo shuddered when she thought of Yu's murderer's eyes.
Where is Yu?
Ling Luo looked around and found no sign of her husband.
They should have arrived at Jade Gongque, which should be the room of the General Administration of Refining and Refining Medicines.
Ling Luo got up and got out of bed. After getting enough sleep, she felt much better, but her head was still a little dizzy.
"Yu——"
"Yu, where are you?"
Her voice was a little hoarse, and there was a burning feeling in her throat.
So thirsty.
She walked to the table and saw a teapot. The tea was cold.
She drank two glasses in a row and felt very refreshed, and the discomfort in her throat was relieved a lot.
The window was on the side of the table. She looked over and found that it was already dark. From visual inspection, it was already ten o'clock in the night.