The steward saw that the clothes on Ling Luo were of great value and knew that she was a student in the college. He said with a smile: "There is no room available, but if this girl wants it, my subordinates can let them free up a room."
Come on."
Without saying a word, Ling Luo took out twenty taels of silver and threw it to the steward, saying: "I'll give you a cup of tea, free up the best room, and then help me move the young man from the thatched house at the end."
Go in."
The boy in the thatched hut at the end?
The manager was stunned, and a very ugly face appeared in his mind. Isn't it, give it to him?
Ling Luo saw through the steward's hesitation at a glance, a stern expression flashed across his face, and he said coldly: "What? Is there a problem?"
"No, no problem!" The steward's heart trembled, and he collected the money tremblingly, "Don't worry, girl, I will definitely do it."
The young ladies in the academy are all ancestors, so how dare he offend a young one like him.
"Very good." The corners of Ling Luo's lips curved with satisfaction, "The young man who lives in the thatched house at the end is called Jie. He is my friend. He is not in good health. I hope the person in charge can help and take care of me more in the future.
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"Oh, by the way, my surname is Ling." She added at the end.
"Miss Ling, please be careful. The servants in this area are all in charge. No one dares to be disrespectful to Mr. Jie." The manager wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Naturally, he did not dare to do anything about the past few days.
The slaves bullied the ugly thing.
"That's good, I will come and visit often."
The implication is that she will come to supervise often. This is a warning.
The person in charge was a smart man, how could he not understand the implication of Ling Luo's words? He immediately said yes, and hurriedly called a helper, vacated a clean and spacious room, came out, and helped Jie move.
Although Jie was too sick to move his body, his mind was very clear. Everything Ling Luo did for him was seen and remembered in his heart.
Seven consecutive days.
Ling Luo would come to Jie's residence every day to help heal his injuries, apply medicine for him, and bring many delicious foods and snacks.
Zed's injuries were recovering at a miraculous speed. In just seven days, he was already able to get out of bed and walk freely.
Ling Luo was shocked by this.
She asked herself that the elixir she refined, no matter how good it was, was not so miraculous that it could make human flesh and bones appear alive in just a few days.
There is something strange about this boy.
She was sure again.
Ling Luo helped Jie take half a month's leave, but now it seems that it is obviously unnecessary.
As Jie's body gradually recovered, Ling Luo's visits to see him gradually became less frequent, and the time she stayed there was also much shorter.
The stubborn young man had nothing to do in the house and sat at the door all day long, looking at the path she took every day.
When will she come...
From morning to noon, and sometimes even into the evening, I could not see her shadow.
On this day, Ling Luo came back from practicing in Yanguang Valley and was in a good mood.
She has already penetrated the third level of Ahbiyan Prison according to her master's requirements, and can automatically distribute the Rain of Fire.
Although the scale is not that big, the lethality is already very impressive.
Coincidentally, when Abiyan Prison was released, a group of winter forest birds happened to fly low in the sky, and all of them were affected, their fur and flesh were charred and tender.
Ling Luo looked amused, picked out a few plump ones and left them to the master, and picked out a few tender ones and brought them back.