What's even more strange is that the group of young gentlemen and young ladies who like to bully him, those familiar faces, don't come to have fun either.
Ling Luo frowned slightly, and a bad premonition filled her heart.
She quickly walked to the seventh bookshelf on the second floor and looked around carefully, but still didn't see him.
Ling Luo grabbed an older administrator near the eighth bookshelf and asked, "Excuse me, is that ugly little boy here today?"
"You said that ugly thing, he took sick leave and won't come today."
"Called for sick leave? Is he sick?" Ling Luo couldn't help but feel nervous. He was so thin. Could it be that he ate too much Jingyuan fruit and was not able to replenish his body, which was why his health was so bad?
The older administrator sighed heavily, his face twisted together, and his voice was full of unbearable: "Sick? If you are sick, it will be better. Girl, you didn't see it yesterday. Dozens of students surrounded him and beat him to death.
He's shapeless and covered in blood. It's so pitiful."
"Group fight?!" Ling Luo's voice suddenly raised several pitches, and she said in great surprise, "Why did they beat him?"
"Hey, I was watching from a distance, as if they were competing for some fruit. Those dozens of students were all red-eyed. If a very handsome young man hadn't appeared later to stop the group fight, the ugly boy would have been afraid
He’s going to be beaten to death!”
Fruit?
Jingyuan fruit!
Ling Luo instantly realized that Ji Liuli, as a senior of Jiulan Academy, could kill her for a few Jing Yuan Fruits, let alone those ordinary students.
A strong feeling of regret filled my heart.
She was wrong, she shouldn't have given him so many essence fruits.
It was originally a good intention, but he didn't expect it to cause him so much trouble!
"Old man, you know him..."
Ling Luo's words stopped abruptly. She didn't even know how to call Chou Nu. She didn't know his name...
"Does the old man know where he lives? I am his friend and want to see him."
The old man pointed out the window and said, "Go to the east, where the servants live. The small room in the back is where he lives."
"Thank you, old man, for showing me the way."
Ling Luo thanked him politely, went up to the fifth floor, and greeted Master Yanbao, saying that his friend's life was in danger and he might not be able to come in the morning.
Yan Bao was a sensible man and agreed immediately.
Ling Luo left the library tower and jogged all the way. After a while, he arrived at the residence of the slaves in the east.
It was a row of older dilapidated tile-roofed houses, and at the end of the tile-roofed houses was a small adobe thatched house with a dirty stove under the eaves.
Ling Luo opened the door of Chou Nu's room.
"Squeak" I thought, and a musty smell hit my face.
Ling Luo frowned slightly and couldn't help covering her mouth and nose.
The house was very small, with a simple wooden bed, a broken table with missing corners, a pitted floor, and a skylight covered with oil paper. When the light came in, it was all dark.
Lying on the wooden bed was an extremely ugly young man, with a mottled burned face, countless wounds all over his body, and black and red blood stains all over his body.
He is an extremely keen young man.
Now he was in a coma due to serious injuries, and he didn't even notice that someone pushed the door in.
Ling Luo hurriedly sat down next to Chou Nu. She didn't care at all how dirty the bed was. She stretched out her hand and put it directly on the boy's head.