Due to the boy's large movements, the bandages on his body were filled with blood again.
The girl squatting on the side helped the boy with tears in her voice, trying to help him onto the bed again.
But the boy insisted on climbing out of bed.
"Master...don't move, if you keep moving, your hands and feet will be useless!" The girl cried with tears all over her face.
"Let me go! I want to see my sister... I want to..."
His words are not finished yet.
Then an extremely clear voice came: "Zi Ling, let him go."
The girl squatting on the ground suddenly raised her head when she heard the words, and looked forward in amazement.
A girl in red stood coldly in front of them, with black hair like a waterfall, simply holding a girl's hair on her temples.
That face is ordinary.
But with just one look at those charming eyes, they recognized the girl's identity.
Zi Ling's throat was dry, and it took a long time to spit out two words: "Miss..."
Ye Qingluo's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were also emotionless, staring coldly at the two people in front of him: "Zi Ling, come here."
Zi Ling instinctively wanted to get up.
But beside her, the muffled groan of the young man made her heart ache.
If she really let go of Ye Fengyu's hand, Ye Fengyu would definitely not be able to stabilize his body, and he would fall down.
Zi Ling's lips trembled, and she was just about to speak, pleading for Ye Fengyu.
But it was interrupted by Ye Qingluo's cold voice: "Zi Ling, you are my maid."
Her voice sank a little more.
Ziling knew that this was the last sign of Ye Qingluo's tolerance.
If she insists on supporting Ye Fengyu again.
Don't say if she will be kicked out by Ye Qingluo.
I'm afraid that Ye Fengyu will also be implicated because of this.
not to mention…
Ye Qingluo would not be willing to let Ye Fengyu get hurt.
Zi Ling pursed her lips tightly, and carefully let go of Ye Fengyu's hand.
Immediately, she slowly walked to Ye Qingluo's side.
The young girl has faded away from the immaturity she once had, and she has a pretty face, which is extremely delicate.
The leg that has been healed can walk smoothly, and it is not obvious that she was once a disabled person with inconvenient legs.
With just one glance, Ye Qingluo saw that Zi Ling was already a profound practitioner of the seventh grade of Huangxuan.
Although, this mysterious rank is extremely humble compared to Ye Qingluo.
However, with Zi Ling's aptitude, in just a few months, he has transformed from an ordinary person with no cultivation foundation into a profound practitioner.
It can be seen that it is no longer the so-called waste.
She just missed an opportunity.
Ye Qingluo withdrew his gaze from Zi Ling.
Immediately, it settled on Ye Fengyu.
She narrowed her charming eyes slightly, folded her arms around her chest, and looked at the boy kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath.
She hooked her lips and showed a playful sneer: "Don't you want your hands and feet, and even your life? Then stand up and walk in front of me."
"Miss..." Zi Ling bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes were already watery.
The two Mu family brothers who followed behind coughed softly: "Qing Luo, it's been a long time for you two to meet each other, don't make the atmosphere so tense."
Ye Qingluo snorted lightly, with a sneer in his eyes: "Yeah, because I was worried about him and what happened to Sanquanzong, I rushed back from Nanlan Continent and didn't dare to stop for a moment. I finally found out when I came back. My younger brother is not afraid of death at all."
"Sister..." Ye Fengyu gasped in pain, his fair face was covered with sweat.
With a trembling voice, he softly called Ye Qingluo.
"Don't call me sister, I don't have a younger brother like you who doesn't take your body seriously!" Ye Qingluo scolded unceremoniously.
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[Continuing to write~]