This extremely domineering guy didn't know how to react if he found out that Luo Ge lived next door to her.
"Hmph, I must find that hateful man, cut him into pieces, skin him and cramp him, and take him back to his hometown in Dongchen!"
Xuanyuan Yu's lips curled up slightly, and he smiled a little ferociously.
How to appease this angry guy?
Ling Luo looked slightly embarrassed. She leaned over, stretched out a hand, gently stroked Xuanyuan Yu's head, and said softly: "It's okay."
Her response was a soft hum.
It seems that the comfort is not enough.
Ling Luo stretched out her other hand and took the initiative to hold Xuanyuan Yu's arm. Her voice became softer and softer: "Believe me, it's really okay."
Her rare closeness smoothed his irritated hair.
The faint medicinal fragrance floated into the nose, bringing with it a slight warmth, which made Xuanyuan Yu's tense emotions relax a lot in an instant.
There was really nothing he could do against her.
"Let's go, we agreed to go have tea." Ling Luo's lips curled up slightly, her smile as warm as the winter sun.
Anyway, there was no need to attend Shi Yi's class. The teacher directed them to go to the dean's study, and no one knew how long they had been there.
Simply, it is better to relax.
"I heard that after leaving the academy, walk a dozen steps to the east and you'll find a small street with quite a few interesting ones."
Ling Luo happily took Xuanyuan Yu's arm and pulled him toward the college gate.
Being pulled by her so affectionately, the unpleasantness on Xuanyuan Yu's face gradually dissipated, and the curve of the corners of his lips became deeper and deeper.
His entire attention was on her, and all his eyes could no longer look anywhere else.
Naturally, he didn't notice the pair of brothers and sisters standing in the shade of a tree a hundred meters away.
Luo Ge was leaning against the tree trunk. The cold sunlight filtered through the evergreen leaves of the snow maple tree and shone on his delicate face as white as snow, adding to his loneliness.
"Brother..." Luo Bingyu looked at this scene and couldn't bear it. She stretched out a hand and put it on the shoulder of her favorite brother and said, "Maybe she forgot, so she went with that man.
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Deep pain flashed across his ice blue eyes.
Luo Ge's eyes followed Ling Luo's figure, as if he didn't hear his sister's words, and murmured a name he thought about day and night: "Ali."
"Brother! Sister Ali is dead, please wake up!" Luo Bingyu seemed to finally be able to stand it.
"A Li will not die!" Anger flashed across Luo Ge's face, and he shouted at Luo Bingyu, "High priests have always been able to support others!"
Luo Bingyu was stunned when he was yelled at.
My brother is out of control. He rarely talks to himself in this tone.
"I won't admit the wrong person, A Li is Luo'er." Luo Ge's eyes flashed with determination, and his ice blue pupils were unpredictable.
Luo Bingyu bit her lower lip lightly and said, "But now she is Ling Luo, the high priest who gave birth to a child. She does not have the memory of her previous life. What she likes now is not you, but that beggar."
"A beggar?" Luo Ge sneered and looked at his sister, "Does Xuanyuan Yu, the crown prince of the Jialan Empire, look like a beggar?"
Luo Bingyu was extremely shocked and said in disbelief: "How is it possible? How could the prince of Jialan Country go to a remote place like Xijiu Country?"