"That girl..." Yang Guang suddenly remembered, his expression changed abruptly: "That girl is also a fairy?"

"She is not simply poisoned by the fairy, she has trauma, otherwise... she won't be embarrassed enough to ask you to help!" Mo Xuanchen was still so calm and calm.

However, Ling Luoyu's eyes became playful: "Listen to you, you seem to know that girl..."

"Not only I know, you know too!"

Ling Luoyu's sour taste disappeared.

"I know too??"

Among the people she knows, it seems that the one who is not so embarrassed, will be folded in the hands of the gods.

"Who?"

"Go and see!" Mo Xuanchen turned his head: "She is next door, you can help her treat the wound by the way... The wound on her body was bandaged by the maid, I don't know how the effect is..."

Mo Xuanchen's desire to survive came from his bones, and he was the first to show that he had never bandaged a wound for the other girl.

Otherwise, after Ling Luoyu saw the location of those wounds, he still didn't know how to sour him!

Ling Luoyu glanced at him suspiciously, without thinking about Yang Guang, and rushed out.

Who knows that as soon as he left the door, he almost ran into one person.

The other party also flashed quickly, but because of the unstable feet, he staggered to the wall and didn't fall.

"Yang Bing?"

Ling Luoyu didn't expect that the girl with a blue nose and a swollen face would be Yang Bing.

With her cultivation base, she wouldn't end up so miserably!

Yang Bing also saw Ling Luoyu, his panting heart seemed to be beating slowly, and his whole body suddenly softened like a looser.

Ling Luoyu quickly grabbed her, and swiped her fingertips across her wrist

Only the poison of the goddess, there is nothing wrong with it!

This means that she was beaten so badly in her heyday!

how is this possible?

She knew Yang Bing's cultivation base!

With her blood aptitude of ancient ancestors, even if she encounters an opponent, she will not be abused so badly!

unless--

What she met was a figure who was against the sky!

"Miss Ling..."

After seeing Ling Luoyu, Yang Bing removed all his defenses, and the whole person was like a deflated ball, completely softened.

Ling Luoyu greeted the guards and hugged her back to the side hall.

"Never thought that a person like you would be so embarrassed..."

Ling Luoyu squinted at Yang Bing's chest, where the blood was stained, and the cloth wrapped in it was faintly visible.

"Can hurt you like this, I'm afraid the other party won't get better, right?"

"It's hard to say...how am I here with you? I remember...the last one I saw was like a man?"

Yang Bing shook his head suddenly, trying to search for useful information in the messy memory.

"that person"

She opened her eyes sharply, her eyes sinking slightly.

"Is it hurt too?"

Her last memory is that person's painful expression.

"and also"

Slowly lowering his head, Yang Bing looked at his wound, bit his lip shyly, and whispered.

"The wound on my body..."

Wouldn't it be the man who bandaged it?

"Your wound... I didn't do it!"

Ling Luoyu deliberately prolonged the ending, and when Yang Bing's face changed slightly, he laughed again.

"But it's not him!"

"Miss Ling, can you finish talking in one go? I'm... tired of listening!" Yang Bing quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression was nonchalant.