Lan Xiu gritted his teeth: "Why... why did he beat him so hard?"
Luo Qingyu closed his eyes slightly and stopped talking.
"Qinglan, hold on." He reached out and took off her broken clothes. I don't know if he was nervous or distressed, his fingers trembled slightly-
Suddenly, his eyes blurred, his body suddenly numb, and he was frozen there and could no longer move!
A scimitar crossed his neck: "Who sent you?"
Lan Xiu's eyes rolled and looked at Luo Qingyu in disbelief.
The little girl who was lying there in a lifeless moment just now jumped up at some point. The full moon scimitar in her hand was crossed by his neck, making all the cold hairs on his body stand up and dance...
"You, Qinglan, what are you doing? I, I am not at ease to visit you and heal you. Why do you want to..." Lan Xiu was shocked and angry and helpless.
"Healing for me?" Luo Qingyu curled his lips and smiled, and a faint sarcasm raised at the corner of his lips: "Very good, then let me see your wound medicine!"
He reached out and took the ointment in his hand. A flash of red light and shadows, and a bloody hole appeared on Lan Xiu's arm, and blood flowed out: "Well, you are injured too, so use this ointment to heal you.
stop."
Luo Qingyu was about to apply ointment to his wound...
Lan Xiu's face changed drastically: "No!"
Luo Qingyu tilted his head and looked at him: "Why don't you? Isn't this medicine a healing product?"
Lan Xiu looked like he was dead and could not speak.
"Tell me, who are you? Who sent you here?!" Luo Qingyu put the scimitar back on his neck.
‘Lan Xiu’ closed his eyes and refused to speak.
Luo Qingyu was unwilling to compete with him for patience and said coldly: "If you don't say anything, I'll just send you on the road!"
The scimitar in his hand was about to slash his head.
"Lan Xiu" looked like he was ready to die, as if he was putting life and death aside.
Luo Qingyu glanced at him and smiled slightly: "Sending you on the road like this will make my knife dirty. It's better to use the ointment you gave me."
He slowly tore up a piece of his clothes lapel, and then used the clothes lapel to apply it to his wound with ointment.
"Lan Xiu's face changed bitterly and he shouted anxiously: "No!"
If Luo Qingyu uses a scimitar to send him on the road, he will at most abandon this skin, but if he uses this ointment, he will be scattered!
Luo Qingyu paused his fingers and Liangliang looked at him: "Then let's tell the truth!"
‘Lan Xiu’s eyes were full of reluctance: “How did you...there was yours?”
He obviously plays a lot, so there shouldn't be any flaws...
Luo Qingyu turned the scimitar in his hand and smiled calmly: "Lan Xiu doesn't have as much nonsense as you do."
And with Lan Xiu's old-fashioned personality, how could heal her with her own hands?
‘Lan Xiu’ closed his eyes, but he didn’t expect that he would backfire…
"You are really smart!" The prison door opened again, and a man in purple robe walked in.
Luo Qingyu narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't expect that this big boss would come in person!
The person who came was handsome and noble, and he was the Emperor of Heaven.
"Lan Xiu's face changed drastically, and he didn't care about the scimitar in Luo Qingyu's hand and knelt down: "Your Majesty, please spare me!"
The Emperor of Heaven glanced at him coldly and only spit out one word: "Get out!"
"Lan Xiu" rolled and crawled, and Luo Qingyu looked at the Emperor of Heaven coldly: "Your Majesty is here to take me on the way?"
The Emperor of Heaven's eyes were slightly complicated and he didn't say anything for a long time.