Everyone has more or less wounds on their bodies.
If you stay any longer, you may be in danger of your life.
Ye Qingluo took a deep look at Qiao Yinyan, then took Mo Yueying's little hand, and returned to Di Moxuan's side.
A group of people were just about to leave.
A historian rushed over and whispered something in Zhang Shi's ear.
Zhang Shi's face suddenly darkened.
He raised his hand and stopped a group of people who were about to leave.
"Miss Ye, what you just said... the son of the man behind the dark palace, did not see it." Zhang Shi asked seriously, "If you think about it again, did you remember the wrong direction?"
When Pei Sheng heard this, he was not happy: "The final formation, it is because the person named You Zun activated the formation with blood, that the auction meeting became what it is now! We have so many eyes watching Where was his blood drained, can he still remember the wrong direction?"
Zhang Shi glanced at Pei Sheng sharply: "But, we did not find the person you mentioned."
"How is it possible?!" Pei Sheng wanted to say something, but Ye Qingluo raised his hand, blocking what he wanted to say.
Ye Qingluo frowned, and looked at Zhang Shi solemnly: "You said... You Zun's body was not found?"
Just when the formation was broken...
Because of the breakthrough of Xuanjie, she saw her old friend.
He didn't pay much attention to You Zun.
You Zun's corpse... disappeared
Or rather...
You Zun actually didn't die at all? !
Ye Qingluo's eyes froze, and he lowered his voice and said: "If You Zun disappeared, someone must have rescued him. His injuries are too serious, and he will definitely not be able to leave alone!"
Hearing the words in charge of history, he glanced knowingly at the historian behind him: "Chasing!"
...
Regarding the matter of the auction conference, Ye Qingluo completely left it to the historians to investigate and settle it.
She followed Jun Qingwu, and originally wanted to go back to live in Jubao Trading Company.
But then, Patriarch Qiao rushed over and politely welcomed the group to Qiao's house.
Ye Qingluo glanced at Qiao Yinyan, who was following Patriarch Qiao, with his head bowed and silver hair hanging down to cover half of his face, but he did not reject Patriarch Qiao's kindness.
She is also curious.
What is going on between Qiao Yinyan and Mo Yueying.
The group arrived at Qiao's mansion.
Patriarch Qiao arranged a good guest room for the few people, and said "Everyone, take a rest" and exited the room sensibly.
The battle in the auction conference.
People outside don't know.
But looking at the auction conference that has been in ruins.
There is also the loss of at least two-thirds of the elite profound practitioners who died...
You know the dangers of the battle.
At this moment, letting them rest is the best choice.
Patriarch Qiao seemed to regard Ye Qingluo and Di Moxuan as a married couple and arranged a room.
After the two entered the guest room, they smelled a faint scent of medicine in the air.
On the wooden table in the room, there are various wound medicines.
And the medicines are excellent.
Some treat trauma, some treat internal injuries, and some supplement physical strength.
"Patriarch Qiao has arranged it properly." Ye Qingluo picked up a bottle of medicine and shook it with his fingertips.
Behind him was a hot body.
The man's hoarse voice floated down from the top of his head: "These are not important, the important thing is... It's time for Xiao Luoer to fulfill his promise."
The man lowered his head slightly.
His chin rested on the girl's fair neck.
Warm breath sprayed.
Small bumps appeared on Ling Ye Qingluo's neck.
She shrank her neck timidly, her charming eyes bent into a playful arc.