Ling Luo thought for a while and then continued to ask: "Then if Xuanyuan Yangyue died one day, would you be sad?"
Xuanyuan Yu frowned slightly, his beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed dangerously, a stern look flashed across his face, and he said, "Luo'er, are you doubting my feelings for you?"
"No!" Ling Luo denied hastily, a look of embarrassment flashed across her face, her eyebrows slightly drooped, her teeth bit her lower lip, and she said, "I just asked casually..."
Okay, she is talking too much.
"If you, Luo'er, must know the answer, then my husband will tell you. I hope she disappears as soon as possible."
Xuanyuan Yu sighed softly, stretched out his hand, put it on Ling Luo's shoulder, stared at her with eyes like black holes, and said softly: "Are you relieved now?"
"Yeah." Ling Luo blinked, pursed her lips slightly, and then nodded.
That's fine.
She was originally afraid that she had hurt Yu's ex-fiancée so badly. If he found out, he would be angry with her.
Not long after the meal, Xuanyuan Ze and Xuanyuan Hong also came back, and they went on the road together.
The carriage left Moshang Xiangfang and headed towards the capital of the Imperial City.
Xuanyuan Hong was sitting in a carriage in front, with a look of suspicion on his face, and murmured to himself: "What's going on with Princess Yangyue? I have lured Ling Luo here according to her instructions, and she actually
It never showed up from beginning to end, so all the hard work was really in vain. Sigh."
"Really, it's a shame that I spent so much time to travel such a long way. Time has been delayed, and the Senate will be criticized again." Xuanyuan Hong looked extremely depressed and shook his head helplessly.
An hour after the carriage left.
In a sealed room at the north end of the second floor of Moshang Xiangfang. On the cold ground, there is the body of a girl stained with blood.
Xuanyuan Yangyue moved her fingers slightly, and was immediately awakened by the severe pain coming from the sword wound in her palm!
She frowned, her scalp was numb, and her body was spasming uncontrollably due to severe pain.
Her eyes were stabbed by the dazzling light bursting out from Ling Luo's mental realm, and her eyes were filled with blood-colored darkness.
"Come here! Come here!" Xuanyuan Yangyue let out a hoarse roar.
What responded to her was an empty silence.
"Where are the people? Where have all the people died?!" She held on to the wall, stood up with difficulty, and groped towards the door.
This house was originally prepared to kill Ling Luo, so she asked all the slaves to evacuate early in advance, but now she didn't expect that this place turned into her own tomb!
Xuanyuanyang Yue groped to the door, raised her fist and slammed the door hard, screaming: "Someone! Help! Come and save me!"
No one came, still no one came.
She kept beating like this, and in the end, the resentment in her heart became higher and higher. Suddenly, there was a strong golden energy in her palms, and she hit the two tightly locked doors with all her strength.
With a loud "boom--", the door was shattered by bombardment.
But, at the same time——
"Ahhh - it hurts! My head hurts!"
Xuanyuan Yangyue stretched out her hands and covered her eyebrows. Her whole body fell to the ground, rolling around.
"It hurts me so much! Why does it hurt so much! Ahhhh——"