Ling Luo took out seven bottles of skin-beautifying liquid from the black jade space ring, placed them in front of Young Master Shu Jun, and then stood up to leave.
Young Master Shu Jun insisted on sending Ling Luo as a gift, but Ling Luo politely declined in order to avoid attracting too much attention.
With a banknote of 10,000 taels, Ling Luo went directly to the largest medicinal shop on Yingyang Street and bought a large amount of Purple Ninth Grass and Cleansing Flowers needed to refine the marrow cleansing liquid, as well as some more
She has quite a lot of cheap Hanxue soil and magic crystal cores, and there is no shortage at all.
In a deserted alley, Ling Luo changed her clothes and then returned to Ling's Mansion. When she first entered, she happened to bump into Ling Yue's mother and daughter.
Ling Yue didn't get the skin-beautifying liquid, and she was already in a bad mood. Now she met the person who ruined her face, and the evil fire that was stuck in her heart suddenly spread to Ling Luo's body.
Without saying a word, Ling Yue stretched out her hand to Ling Luo's face and slapped her hard with light cyan wood energy in her palm.
Ling Luo's expression changed, her black eyes narrowed slightly, her body nimbly dodged back, and her head tilted to the right, just barely able to dodge the slap.
Ling Yue's slap fell in vain and hit the thick red wooden door directly, making a dull and loud "bang" sound.
"Hiss—" Ling Yue felt a dull pain in her palm. When she retracted her red palm, there was already a deep five-finger mark left on the thick vermilion wooden door.
Ling Luo's eyes were focused on the deep five-finger mark. This slap must have used a lot of skill. If it really hit him in the face, half of his face would be crippled!
"Sister Yue, what are you doing? Why are you hitting people for no reason?" Ling Luo's face turned cold and her eyes were cold.
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault!" Ling Yue's eyes were cracked, she covered her hands and yelled at Ling Luo, "If it weren't for you, a bitch, how could my face be like this?
,Ling Luo, you deserve to die! You deserve to die!!"
Ling Luo made a seal with his hands on his chest, a cluster of black fireworks floated on his fingertips, facing Ling Yue's direction, he sneered: "Sister Yue, you are really ignorant, do you want to try this again?"
How does it taste?"
Seeing the cluster of black flames, Ling Yue's face immediately turned pale. Thinking of His Highness King Qi's right arm that was burnt black to the bone, his legs softened and he couldn't help but take a step back.
Seeing this, Mrs. Yu stood in front of her daughter and said sternly without saying a word, "Don't force me to do anything. Although you have that evil flame, I am also an eighth-level warrior."
Ling Luo was stunned for a moment, and then she remembered that the Yu in front of her was also a bit insecure. In a head-to-head confrontation, she would probably be the one to suffer.
She put away the flames at her fingertips, glanced at Ling Yue lightly, raised the corner of her lips with a mocking arc, and said: "I heard that Zhiren Pavilion will soon launch seven bottles of skin-beautifying liquid at once. Sister Yue, can you?"
You have to seize the opportunity."
After saying that, Ling Luo turned around and left, heading towards the Yuling Pavilion in a happy mood. It was time to refine the marrow-cleansing elixir and speed up the cultivation process.
Later, Ling Yue completely forgot about her previous anger and was overwhelmed by the sudden joy.
"Mom, seven bottles? Are there really seven bottles?" Ling Yue was already incoherent, "I am saved, am I saved, I..."
"Yue'er, don't worry, mother will definitely help you!" Mrs. Yu hugged her daughter who was out of control, with a trace of determination in her eyes.