The prince's face was gray, his expression was dull, and he said nothing.
Ji Xiuling hurriedly checked and was relieved when she saw that he was not injured. She hugged him and looked around: "Uncle, where is this place? Why did you bring me here?"
No one answered, only the sound of heavy breathing.
Ji Xiuling was dissatisfied, holding back her complaints and turned around: "Didn't you go after that bitch Yun Luo? Is she dead? How did you bring me here so well...Uncle Master?!"
Before Ji Xiuling finished speaking, her words of complaint suddenly turned into a voice of surprise.
Not far away from him, I saw Lord Yu half-kneeling on the ground, holding his right arm tightly with his left hand, his face was blue and white and extremely ugly.
A large amount of cold sweat fell down from his cheek. His long hair was disheveled and he clenched his teeth tightly, as if he was enduring great pain and torture.
Ji Xiuling looked at him in bewilderment, not daring to approach rashly, and tentatively asked: "Uncle, what's wrong with you? Is your arm injured?"
"Shut up, don't disturb me!" Lord Yu warned in a hoarse voice. He immediately sat cross-legged, frowned, closed his eyes, and began to regulate his breathing.
"Uncle Master, now is not the time to adjust your breath. If you suddenly take me out of the palace, what will happen in the palace?"
Ji Xiuling suppressed her impatience and had countless questions in her mind, "What happened when you went after Yun Luo? How could it be so embarrassing? At least explain it to me!"
She was really confused and had no idea what was going on.
After Yun Luo escaped from Fengqi Palace, Lord Yu chased him out.
Ji Xiuling originally thought that Yun Luo would definitely die if her uncle took action, so she waited in Fengqi Palace with peace of mind.
As a result, she never expected that what she was waiting for was not Yun Luo’s head, but the embarrassed and seriously injured Lord Yu!
After Lord Yu rushed into Fengqi Palace, without saying a word, he grabbed Ji Xiuling and left.
Ji Xiuling had no time to ask anything and instinctively grabbed the prince.
The mother and son were quickly taken out of the palace by Lord Yu and all the way to the outskirts of the capital, where they were thrown to the ground by him.
Ji Xiuling was full of dissatisfaction and doubts, but she did not dare to lose her temper with Master Yu.
She rolled her eyes, stood up, and walked over cautiously: "Uncle, are your injuries serious? Do you need my help?"
After all, she is also an eighth-level warrior.
When Master Yu's strength is intact, she is far from an opponent.
But if he was seriously injured... then the situation would be different.
Ji Xiuling's eyes held back a fierce light and coldness. Seeing that Master Yu closed his eyes and adjusted his breath without answering, she walked in slowly and tried to pat Master Yu on the shoulder: "Uncle Master?"
"Get out of here!" Master Yu suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes, and slapped him hard with his palm.
Ji Xiuling was caught off guard and was hit in the chest by his palm. She screamed and flew backwards. Her back hit a thick tree and she fell to the ground, instantly spurting out a mouthful of blood.
"Uncle Master, what are you doing?"
She clutched her cramped chest, raised her head angrily and resentfully, and opened her eyes suddenly.
After Venerable Yu slapped her away, blood gushed out from the corner of her mouth, and her face became extremely ugly.
"Stab it!" He tore off his right sleeve and threw it to the ground.
"Oh my God! Uncle Master, you, your arm... what is that?!" Ji Xiuling screamed in horror and shrank back subconsciously.