Today seems to be New Year's Day, not long ago. The last trace of moonlight was completely covered by dark clouds, and the pitch-black night was darker than the thick ink.
Why didn't Qingluo come back? Will something happen to him
Liang Yin clenched her fists tightly, her expression becoming more and more solemn.
At this moment, waves of exclamations came from the distant hall.
"Master of the Palace! Master of the Palace!"
When Liangyin heard this, her pupils shrank suddenly, and her whole heart suddenly tightened, as if she was being strangled tightly, and she couldn't even breathe freely. She lifted up her skirt and ran down the steps, facing forward. Run to the main hall.
When the surrounding guards saw this, they quickly stepped forward to stop him, but Liangyin pushed him away: "Get out of the way!"
Because Qing Luo had recently ordered those guards. As long as Liangyin doesn't leave, she can walk around wherever she wants in Jiuyou Palace.
The guard thought for a moment and did not stop him. Instead, he followed Liangyin towards the main hall.
"Hurry, Hurry Ghost Doctor! The Lord of the Palace is injured! Hurry!"
"Go quickly, go quickly!"
"yes!"
Before Liangyin ran in, she heard a man's urgent voice in the hall,
This voice belonged to the secret guard who always followed Qing Luo.
The secret guard was shouting so anxiously, Qing Luo must have been seriously injured!
Liangyin became extremely anxious when he thought that Qingluo was seriously injured.
She was already prepared. Facing the injured Qing Luo, she still opened her eyes wide in shock the moment she stepped into the hall.
In the huge hall, the guards around were busy holding things.
In the center of the hall, a man in a red robe was covered in wounds. His bright red robe was full of holes and blood was constantly leaking out.
The most seriously injured part was the huge blood hole in the man's chest, and the blood was constantly overflowing like a spring.
The man's handsome face had a painful expression, and was as pale as paper, stained with blood beads. The intertwining of red and white is very dazzling.
As if he noticed Liang Yin's arrival, the man's pupils shrank, his expression suddenly changed, and he yelled at Liang Yin, saying: "Get out, get out immediately!"
Every time Qing Luo roared, the blood in his chest overflowed violently. No matter how the secret guard blocked it with his hands, it would still overflow from his fingers.
"Qingluo..." Liangyin was startled. She had never seen Qingluo so angry before. He looked so embarrassed and worried.
She took a step forward, wanting to help Qing Luo.
But Qing Luo directly picked up the glazed jade pot on the table, and bang! He suddenly fell in front of Liang Yin and said angrily: "Get out! You are deaf!"
The sharp glass shards jumped up, and some even pierced the back of Liang Yin's hand.
But the pain on the back of my hand at this moment was far less than the pain in my heart.
Liangyin's eyes turned red and she stopped, feeling mixed emotions in her heart.
She just wanted to see his injuries and why he seemed to be a different person...
The secret guard who was holding Qing Luo's chest turned his head sharply, looked at Liang Yin at the door with anger, and said: "Miss Qing, please go out and stop irritating our Lord of the Palace!"
Almost at the same time, all the guards in the hall fell on Liangyin, their eyes filled with resentment.
Amid everyone's condemning gazes, Liangyin took a deep look at the scarred man leaning on the ground, biting his lip. He turned his head sharply and ran out of the hall.