"What's that expression on your face? You don't care about me, do you?" Xuanyuan Yu's eyes flashed with sadness, "Luo'er, is your heart really made of stone?"
Ling Luo raised her eyes, her eyes shining brightly in the dark night.
She smiled bitterly: "I really hope that my heart is made of stone."
After taking over her body, it would be great if she didn't have many ties and could practice revenge wholeheartedly.
Her master in her previous life once told her that emotions make people weak.
Therefore, Chu Ye taught her a huge lesson.
Xuanyuan Yu's breath hitched: "What do you mean?"
Ling Luo turned her head, with a stubborn look on her face, and sighed: "I have nothing to say."
She really had nothing to say.
Because...she herself couldn't figure out what kind of feelings she had for Xuanyuan Yu.
But in Xuanyuan Yu's ears, these words had a different meaning.
Sometimes, the way men and women think is really completely different.
"So, you admitted it." Xuanyuan Yu's eyes were extremely lonely, and his face looked like ruins.
His desperate protection was rewarded with her indifference. A hole seemed to have opened in her heart.
He slowly released his grip on her shoulders, turned around and said, "I understand. I won't bother you anymore."
Xuanyuan Yu turned around and left, leaving only an extremely desolate figure for Ling Luo.
Ling Luo's face turned pale. She stretched out a hand to cover her extremely painful shoulder and slowly squatted down.
The collarbone must be broken.
Heart-piercing pain.
What's even more terrible is the feeling of emptiness in my heart.
Ling Luo lost all strength, her feet went weak, and she fell down along the wall.
She raised her head, looked up at the clear night sky and the sea of stars, and blinked lonelyly.
I obviously care about him very much.
Why can't I speak?
But...it can't be regarded as a love between a man and a woman, it can only be regarded as a kind of dependence at best.
Ling Luo took out a wound medicine from the black jade space ring, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.
The moment she lowered her head to take the medicine, a thin black shadow gradually approached.
"Who?" Ling Luo noticed it keenly, and a stern look flashed in his eyes.
She stood up slowly while holding on to the wall, and saw an extremely thin figure under a big tree three steps away, holding a big broom and looking at her intently.
The clouds have dispersed and the moon is flowing beautifully.
The skinny boy's face gradually became clearer. It was an extremely ugly face, with mottled red burns.
If Ling Luo hadn't been strong enough and brave enough, he would have thought he saw a ghost in the middle of the night.
This young man looks very familiar.
Especially those huge eyes that are about to pop out of their sockets.
"Why are you here?"
Ling Luo remembered the ugly slave who played the piano in the small teahouse on East Street outside Jiulan College during the day.
Judging from how he looks now, he can still sweep the floor, so he probably wasn't beaten to death by the teahouse owner.
Seeing that Ling Luo recognized him, Chou Nu tightened his grip on the broom in his hand nervously and stood motionless, neither speaking nor stepping forward.
Ling Luo was a little confused and took two steps forward.
Are you mute? Why don't you speak?
After closing the distance, Ling Luo noticed that the ugly slave's body was extremely seriously injured, and the exposed skin on his neck and arms were covered with mottled scars.