C5

Once Jun Ximo left, Yun Zhan followed closely behind him. Ling Luo quietly raised her eyes and clearly saw the entire palace: simple furnishings, mahogany furniture, green muslin drapes, no carpet on the floor, marble brick, suffused with a faint luster.

A small pot of purple bamboo was the only ornament in the room on the flower bed by the window. Although it was only two or three taels, it did not lose any of its nobility.

There were no sounds coming from outside the courtyard. It was truly a shabby courtyard. There were no palace maids, nor any eunuchs. It was a place that people had completely forgotten about.

She quietly stood up and glanced at her clothes that had been torn to shreds. She felt somewhat dejected. She was actually quite conceited, always boasting that she was extremely talented and knowledgeable, but today … Sigh!

He moved his numb arm. Although the poison had already been expelled, he could not recover even after a while. He could not even circulate his martial arts, so how could he escape? She was very conflicted!

Although Yun Zhan was the only one outside the courtyard, she had seen his martial arts.

What should he do?

In its melancholy, a silver light suddenly flashed in front of its eyes. The Silver Flash rushed into its bedroom.

"Silver Flash, why are you here?"

Ling Luo's face lit up. She opened the bag and took out a Purified Bottle. She took out a Pill and swallowed it. After meditating for a moment, her arms were ready to move.

"Sorry to trouble you, man."

She gratefully patted the Silver Flash's head and stepped on its back. The Silver Flash carried her out of the palace and flew over the wall, disappearing without a trace.

And Yun Zhan, who was guarding outside the courtyard, naturally didn't know either.

After escaping from the palace, the Silver Flash carried Ling Luo along a small path towards a dilapidated Grass Hall in the west gate of the city.

At the entrance of the Grass Hall, there was only a single wind lamp, and there were two servants dressed in plain clothes standing guard. As soon as he saw the Silver Flash carrying Ling Luo over, he was immediately filled with reverence.

"Young Lord, Hall Master Lang has been waiting for a long time."

"Yes!" Ling Luo answered with a light voice and strode into the Grass Hall.

There were five people standing in the courtyard. The one in the front wore a blue robe with a sword hanging from his waist. He had a handsome face of about eighteen. He was Lang Hsing, the hall master of Ice Polar Palace, Feng Yue.

He was carrying a brocade box. His eyes were unsettled and his face was pale. Upon seeing Ling Luo walk in, the five of them kneeled down respectfully.

"Young Lord, this subordinate has already obtained the item."

Lang Hsing held the embroidered box with both hands as he tried to maintain his balance. His hand was bleeding nonstop, and there was a faint choking feeling coming from the blood.

Ling Luo took the box and opened it to take a look, then quickly closed it again. He looked over and saw the back of the other party's hand that was bleeding. The expression in his eyes darkened.

"Lang Hsing, you're poisoned?"

"This subordinate deserves to die, but in the process of retreating, he was ambushed and accidentally poisoned by the Soul Devouring Grass. Don't worry Young Lord, this subordinate will decide his own business immediately. "

As soon as Lang Hsing finished his sentence, he took out his Longsword and was about to commit suicide.

This was because not only would the Soul Devouring Grass cause the poisoned person to rot and turn into a pool of blood, it would also gradually lose the person's mind and then eat the same kind of people. It was said that as long as someone had been struck by the Soul Devouring Grass, no one would be able to survive.

"Bastard!"

Ling Luo raised her fingers and caught Lang Hsing's sword, a cold glint of displeasure flashed past her eyes. You are my man, and you dare to die without my permission? "

She shouted coldly, and suddenly struck Lang Hsing's chest with her palm, following that, she pulled the Longsword and raised her hand.

The group of people kneeling behind him were stunned. They immediately lowered their heads, not daring to make any sounds. Only the uneven breathing revealed the fear in their hearts.

Ling Luo poured a Pill from the pouch and gave it to Lang Hsing.

"Eat it!"

"Young Lord, this …"

Lang Hsing didn't faint because he cut off his arm because Ling Luo sealed off a few of his acupuncture points and didn't even bleed much. She was the only one who could do such a thing.

But this Pill is a miracle medicine for resurrecting the dead, there are only three of them in the world, how would he dare …

"Hmm?"

Ling Luo glared at him in displeasure with a gloomy expression. Lang Hsing quickly threw it into his mouth and swallowed it whole.

"This subordinate thanks Young Lord for saving my life." His nose twitched and he fell to his knees.

"All of you, bring Lang Hsing back to the Wind Moon Hall tonight, and tell Palace Lord about the information you found out, but don't tell him about my whereabouts." I also have an agreement with someone that you don't need to follow anymore.

She took out a box of high-quality Golden Sore Medicine and handed it to Lang Hsing. She glanced at the broken arm on the ground and saw that it was slowly rotting into blood. She sighed, a look of shame flashing through her eyes.

"Go, take care of yourself!"

"Young Lord, I heard that Palace Lord was looking for you everywhere. If you don't go back now, I'm afraid …" Lang Hsing hesitated and looked at her uneasily.

"I have my own ideas." Ling Luo frowned and walked past Lang Hsing into the room.

Lang Hsing looked back at her with a touch of nostalgia in his eyes. He didn't dare to ask why she was in such a sorry state, but seeing that she had returned safe and sound, he felt at ease. He also didn't dare to look at her otherworldly appearance, even though that was an appearance that was deeply engraved in his heart.

With a sigh, he beckoned his brothers to leave the Grass Hall with large strides.

The guilt in Ling Luo's eyes deepened as she watched him leave from the window of the room. She picked up the Holy Blood Herb on the table and looked. Then, she thought of Jun Ximo, who had expelled the poison from her body.

It seemed like she should go and thank him …