Upon seeing this, the guards in green clothes and swords on the west side of the house hurried forward, looking extremely concerned.
"fine."
Luo Ge stretched out a hand and turned his back to the guard. Subconsciously, he didn't want to let his subordinates see his embarrassment. He was an extremely aloof person.
The green-clothed guard took two steps back, with a hint of worry in his voice: "Who hurt the young master?"
Luo Ge took out a medicine bottle and took one pill.
A light blue light began to appear around his body, and his right eye was recovering at a miraculous speed. The bleeding stopped and the wound healed.
"I don't know. There should be no one in Xijiu who can hurt me."
Luo Ge turned his head, and his eyes that should have been as clear as glaciers were covered with a layer of mottled white.
"Young Master!" The green-clothed guard's expression suddenly changed and he hurried forward, "You...your eyes..."
On Luo Ge's fair face, the expression was indifferent, but it made people feel bone-chilling, and he said: "I can't see my right eye."
"Who actually hurt you, young master?" The green-clothed guard was shocked.
Luo Ge narrowed his eyes slightly, moved his slightly pale lips, and said: "He is a gold cultivator, his skill should be no less than mine."
The green-clothed guard handed over a white square handkerchief, frowned deeply, and said: "But Young Master, before I came here, I have done enough information about the Xijiu Kingdom. This country is dominated by wood cultivators, and there is no one who can cultivate on the path of gold cultivation."
, breaking through the level of a great martial artist."
Luo Ge took the handkerchief and gently wiped away the blood under his right eyelid. His tone was still calm: "Qingmu, go and find out if there are any gold cultivators in General Ling's mansion."
"Yes." Aoki ordered, but stood there motionless, staring directly at his master.
Luo Ge's eyebrows are not too thick or thick, but they look exceptionally delicate.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Why don't you go?"
"But... what should I do about your eyes, young master?" Aoki looked hesitant to speak, "I'm worried."
"It's just one eye, nothing serious." Luo Ge's expression was still calm and he ordered, "When you go to Ling Mansion to investigate, find a way to send a message to Bing'er and ask her to come see me."
"Okay, sir!"
After Qingmu left, Luo Ge sat back on the chair, took out a delicate hosta from his arms, placed it in the palm of his hand, and rubbed it repeatedly.
The hairpin looks extremely elegant and exudes a soft light.
When Luo Ge looked at the hairpin, his originally very cold eyes involuntarily became softer.
At this moment, he didn't look like a ghost general galloping on the battlefield or a decisive fourth prince, but more like a gentle young man in love.
"Ali."
Luo Ge's thin lips moved slightly and spit out two extremely soft words.
The hairpin seemed to have spirituality, with a layer of quiet light blue radiance emerging from the crystal clear jade surface.
A rare faint smile appeared on Luo Ge's face, as gentle as the first snow, and he said: "Don't worry, we will meet again soon."
He just stared at the hosta quietly, his expression so gentle that it almost turned into water.
Time passes by unknowingly, like a finger in the sand.
The sky has turned from dusk to sunset, and the rosy red light shines through the window lattice, casting a faint light and shadow on the man who is as quiet as snow.