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Inside the Ice Polar Palace, Ling Luo was wearing a red cloak as she stood in the courtyard and watched the fiery red La Mei who was in a trance. A head of green hair was casually scattered and gently swayed along with the wind. A sorrowful expression that could not be dispelled was still present on her impeccable face. Even the mark of infuriating anger had become much dimmer.

The Wintersweet was wrapped in the dense frost from last night, looking extremely crystal clear. It was originally a very breathtaking La Mei, but why did she look so pitiful? Covered in frost, without freedom, unable to emit her own fragrance, just like herself.

It had been seven days, and her body was almost fully recovered. However, the wound on her heart was getting bigger and bigger without any signs of healing.

She didn't think that she had caused such a disaster and caused so many people to die. Who was the culprit? Ghost Face? She had to find out, or else she wouldn't be able to quell the anger in her heart.

Baili Nange had left the palace, but she was still not free. Loong Chen and Long Xiao followed him out of the palace, but Loong Jue and Long Yan stayed behind and watched her closely, afraid that she would cause trouble again.

"Miss, your body is a bit better. Go back to your room, it's cold outside."

"Oh, I want to go around a bit."

Ling Luo replied indifferently and walked towards Baili Nange's study. Upon seeing this, Loong Jue also hurriedly followed, and they were only three to five meters away from her.

"I'm going to the study to read." She did not turn back as she spoke in that extremely cold voice.

"Yes, your subordinate will wait outside the study room!" Loong Jue said in embarrassment. He then stood under the wintersweet tree outside the study and waited.

Ling Luo pushed the door open and saw a portrait hanging on the wall. This was her painting of Baili Nange. On it, he held a jade flute and was sitting on a rock while playing a song of high mountains and flowing water. He was a peerless existence, floating in the air. She stared at it for a long time, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red again.

After a long while, she sniffed her nose, walked in front of the writing table, and began to write.

"Master Luo has left, don't look for me." I need the martial arts world to gain some experience for me. I need to sort out some things.

Do you remember what I told you before, that I was the wrong soul in this time and space, that I was alone, that you were the only one in my life. You are proficient in Mysterious Gates Escape Technique techniques, you should have already figured out my background, right?

When I was reborn in Little Ling Luo's body, the first thing I saw was you, falling into your promise of 'don't be afraid, I'll love you'.

I thought you would always love me. You know that my entire person, my entire heart, and my entire soul are all yours. But you personally sealed my martial arts, seriously injured the Silver Flash, and even imprisoned me like a bird.

I already know the truth of the matter, but I'm sorry, I can't let it go for now!

I found the thousand-year-old ginseng and Holy Blood Herb in order to cure the poison in your body. But I didn't expect to attract so much bloodshed. Don't worry, I will definitely find out who the real culprit is.

I know you've done too much for me in your life, and I won't forget it! Luo will come back to you one day when she is tired and tired. If at that time you were unmarried, if I was unmarried, would you love me again?

"Luoliu, don't think about it!"

After writing the letter, Ling Luo's face was covered in tears. She carefully sealed the letter and placed the thousand year old ginseng and Holy Blood Herb that had harmed her on the table. He walked up to the painting and looked at it for a long time. Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at it with a heart wrenching pain.

"Big brother, big brother …"

She touched the scroll over and over again, sketching his outline over and over, until she had engraved him in her mind, then wiped her face and walked out of the study.

Loong Jue watched from a distance and did not dare to approach, but his eyes were focused on Ling Luo's every move. Because she was too smart to be seen if she wasn't careful.

"Loong Jue, the weather is so good. Let's go kite." She stepped forward with her hands crossed, glancing at him indifferently.

"This... The wind on the mountain is cold, Young Lord, your body … "

"It's alright. The so called peak of the mountain is just looking down on all the smaller mountains." I'm depressed and I want to take a break! "

"Alright then!" "Yes," Loong Jue replied reluctantly. He felt very uneasy.

"Qiutong, take out the kite!" Ling Luo walked to the door of her bedroom and said to Qiutong, who was behind her.

Qiutong frowned, her eyes were somewhat conflicted. When she saw Ling Luo glaring at her, she ran back in and took out a very large kite. It was just as big as a modern glider.

Loong Jue was slightly surprised, because he had never seen Ling Luo fly such a big kite. However, looking at her expectant expression, it was hard for him to pour cold water on her. He could only wave his hand towards Long Yan, telling him to follow him as soon as possible so that nothing would happen to him.

The four of them left the palace and headed towards the summit at the back of the mountain. There was a flat open space, and Ling Luo would usually bring people here to play with bonfires and roast sheep. It was also very poetic.

Standing on the empty ground, Ling Luo turned her head to look at the Ice Polar Palace that was shrouded in mist, a trace of reluctance in her eyes. She actually didn't want to leave this place, but she still couldn't let it go. Perhaps, if she returned once more, she would feel a lot more at ease.

She pulled the kite and walked in a circle around the clearing. After looking at the wind, she turned around and looked at Loong Jue and Long Yan, whose faces were filled with wariness. "Move back a bit, don't block me."

"Oh, yes." The two hastily retreated to the side while Qiutong took two steps forward.

"Miss!" She shouted in a timid voice, begging her not to leave, not to abandon them.

Ling Luo's gaze darkened as she glared at her unhappily. "Move aside!"

"..." Qiutong slowly retreated to the side, water flowing from her eyes. Although Ling Luo told her about the escape last night, she still couldn't bear for her to go out and suffer. Besides, she had no martial arts now, so what if she met a bad person?

However, before she could finish her thoughts, Ling Luo dashed off the cliff with a kite in her hand and dove down the mountain like a mystical bird. Her speed was as fast as an arrow that had left the bow.

"Miss!"

"Young Lord!"

On the cliff, a wave of heart-wrenching screams caused others to be moved!