At this point, Luo Ge's voice became increasingly hoarse.
Ling Luo's heart trembled, and she was deeply touched. She knew that in the chaotic conspiracy, the person who was most injured was not herself, but the gentle and cold man in front of her.
He rarely spoke out, but just suffered it silently.
Now, for Di Jiang, he did not hesitate to uncover the scar in front of Ling Luo, just to maintain the last glimmer of hope and warmth.
"I understand." Ling Luo took over Luo Ge's words, her long eyelashes flashed slightly, and her voice was long and ethereal, "You and your family should be well."
She gave up questioning.
Asking further would be a punishment for this beautiful man in front of me.
Luo Ge took a deep look at Ling Luo, his extremely pure ice blue eyes filled with gratitude, and said, "Thank you, Xiao Luo."
Ling Luo smiled slightly and drank the wine in the jade cup in one gulp.
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At night, I returned to the room.
Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu were lying on the same soft couch, embracing each other and absorbing each other's body heat.
"Yu."
"Huh?" Xuanyuan Yu tilted his head, looked at his little wife who was resting on his strong arm, and rubbed her cheek affectionately with his nose.
"If there is a problem with Di Jiang, will Luo Ge be greatly harmed?" Ling Luo's beautiful eyes became confused.
Xuanyuan Yu's dark eyes darkened, he opened his mouth and bit his wife's cheek.
"It hurts-" Ling Luo couldn't help but moan.
A certain naughty wife-slave snorted and gritted her teeth: "You are already the mother of two children, so you have no time to care about whether other men will be hurt or sad?"
Suddenly, the smell of vinegar wafted through the bedroom.
Ling Luo was almost helpless. She glanced at a large moving vinegar vat next to her and said, "You are boring. I'm here to tell you something serious."
"What I'm telling you, husband, is business!"
Xuanyuan Yu's petty mode was turned on, and he bared his teeth at Ling Luo with a demonic aura, as if he was ready to eat her up and take revenge at any time.
Ling Luo's lips moved slightly, and just when she was about to argue, she felt her eyes go dark, her lips were blocked, and she couldn't speak for a long time.
Gradually, under the ravages of Xuanyuan Yu's palm, her body was gradually ignited, her mind was in a state of mush, and she could no longer think normally.
That’s all…
Ignore the matter of Luo Ge and Di Jiang for now, let’s calm down this hungry wolf.
The night is silent and silent.
The bright moon is in the sky and the stars are all over the sky.
In a small forest not far from Tianyun Inn, there are seven old locust trees, with a gloomy air and a cold atmosphere.
A woman in plain clothes walked out of the hut, stood in the yard, raised her head, and looked at the endless sky.
The moonlight shines on half of her face, which is extremely terrifying and painted with strange lines, and has a breathtaking beauty.
In the darkness, a tall figure covered in black robes, like a ghost, jumped out of the dense forest. At some point, he appeared five steps behind Di Jiang.
"Dijiang, what's wrong?"
The tall figure was shrouded in a black robe, with only a pair of eyes exposed in the quiet night.
"Ling Luo has the wood of life on his body, and the child also has the wood of life on his body. I can't do anything about it."
Di Jiang's voice still had that soft and gentle tone. She did not look back and said, "My body is too weak. If I stay close to the Tree of Life for a long time, I will die."