Seeing that Liangyin's hair was about to explode, Qingluo reluctantly pulled his slender palm back from Liangyin's thigh.
"Yin'er, don't be angry. I'll drink the medicine. Come and feed me."
Qing Luo leaned sideways and held his head with one hand. He looked at Liangyin with an evil smile, his eyes filled with affection.
Seeing Qingluo calm down, Liangyin sat on the chair next to the bed with a red face.
He scooped up a ash-black soup, put it to his mouth, blew on it, and handed it to Qing Luo.
Because it is made from the finest spiritual herbs, it tastes very bitter. Just smelling the smell makes people frown.
If an ordinary person drinks medicine, he will be driven crazy by the pain, but Qingluo feels like drinking molasses. Every time he takes a sip, he looks at Liangyin with crooked eyes.
"Doesn't this taste bitter?" Liangyin looked at Qingluo in front of him in confusion, waiting to be fed.
"It's not bitter, it's very sweet." Qing Luo looked at Liang Yin, the smile in his eyes getting heavier.
"Sweet?" Liang Yin smelled the bitter smell in the air and frowned slightly.
Could it be that she made a mistake? Does this herbal soup really taste sweet
Liang Yin stuck out his tongue and took a gentle lick. The warm concoction has an extremely bitter taste that is unbearable.
Her whole little face wrinkled up in an instant: "Oh! You lied, this is too painful."
Qing Luo looked at Liang Yin's deflated appearance and couldn't help laughing: "Sister, you are so cute!"
Qingluo had previously called Liangyin Yin'er, maybe because he was more used to calling her sister, so he changed it back to the original title.
"You really lied to me! You deliberately pretended not to be miserable to trick me into growing up, right?"
"Of course not! Because it was fed by my sister, it feels very sweet." Before Qingluo finished speaking, he grabbed Liangyin's wrist and pulled Liangyin into his arms.
The shaking bowl of soup and medicine would have fallen directly to the ground if Liangyin hadn't pinched it tightly with quick eyes and hands.
"Huh? Don't move your hands or feet. The soup bowl almost fell to the ground!"
"Sister, I have to hold you so the wound won't hurt so much."
"Glib tongue!"
…
Good days are always short-lived.
Because Qing Luo was seriously injured this time, his recovery was very slow.
During this period, the monks from the sect always came under the guise of rescuing her. Come and attack Jiuyou Palace.
In fact, Liang Yin has always wanted to help Qing Luo, but it's a pity that she has lost all her spirits now. I'm afraid it's the best way to help if she doesn't cause trouble.
Today, those monks came to attack Jiuyou Palace again, and Qingluo left early.
Liangyin was the only one left in the huge dormitory.
Liangyin stood in front of the window. Looking at the sky in the distance, my mood is always tense.
The male god jumped out of the system space. He couldn't help but stretched out and shook his fat body.
The male idol is a gray cat, his body looks a bit like Garfield, and when he smiles, he looks a bit like a Lucky Cat, chubby.
Seeing that Liangyin had been standing in front of the window without moving, it couldn't help but said: "Didn't we just separate for a while? Looking at you looking like Shou Jun has returned, my teeth are sore!
But! You've been doing so beautifully these past few days! The evil thoughts value of the big boss has dropped one after another, and there are only five points left in the standing position! It’s not even two months yet! "
"I don't know why, I'm always restless today." Liang Yin pursed her lips and looked into the distance, with a hint of solemnity between her brows.
The male god shook his meaty butt and walked over, jumped up to the window, looked at the flying sparrows in the distance and said:
"If I want to tell you, you are so restless. In fact, you feel uncomfortable even if you don't let go of your dog food for a while.
Looking at you looking like a salted fish, I can guarantee that as long as the big boss comes back and fucks you up, you will definitely come back to life! "
Liangyin…
"Get out of here!" Liangyin twitched the corners of his eyes and reached out to slap the male idol from the window.
But her palm passed directly through the male god's furry body.
At this moment, she remembered that the male god had no entity.
"Look! You must have become angry because I poked at the central issue!" The male god raised his head towards Liangyin in a sullen tone.
That playful expression seems to be saying: I know you want to have a fight with the big boss!
Liangyin couldn't help but give the male god a roll of her eyes, turned around, poured tea, and ignored it.
"Boring! Women in love are just pretentious. I won't get along with you! I'm going to retreat for a while. My power is very weak now!"
The male god jumped out of the window arrogantly. Due to the impact of the jump, the fat all over his body shook involuntarily. In an instant, he disappeared into the room.
Not long after the male god left, there was a loud bang and the vermilion door was kicked open.
A secret guard covered in blood, holding a long sword in his hand, stared at Liangyin with red eyes. He strode in.
Liangyin was shocked when he saw this, and suddenly stood up from his seat.
Liangyin, the secret guard, remembers it very clearly. He is the secret guard who often follows Qingluo.
How could this secret guard be so injured
What about Qingluo? Where is Qingluo? !
"Why didn't Qingluo come back with you?!"
Liangyin's face was full of worry, and she raised her feet and wanted to run out to see Qingluo's condition.
But she saw the secret guard slashing at her with the big knife in his hand.
Seeing this, Liangyin turned around suddenly and hid in a tricky posture, probably because he turned around too quickly.
Liangyin bumped directly into the table next to her.
If she hadn't had a few moments left, I'm afraid the knife just now would have split her in half.
Liangyin raised his head and glared angrily at the hidden guard in the distance: "What are you doing?!"
"You damn bitch, you have such vicious thoughts, you have deceived the Lord of the Palace again and again! Now you ask hypocritically, don't you feel disgusted?"
Liangyin was startled by the secret guard's words: "What kind of viciousness and deception? What happened to Qingluo?"
Liangyin at this time. Don't mention how anxious you are.
Seeing the anxious expression on Liangyin's face, the secret guard twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly, stared at Liangyin with a ferocious expression and said:
"The master of the palace likes you so much! But he reveals his weaknesses time and time again to the monks of the sect!
The harm done to the Lord of the Palace became more and more serious every time. This time you actually revealed the news that the master of the palace was demonized and injured to the monks of the sect! You bitch, you deserve to die! "
Hearing this, Liang Yin suddenly opened his eyes.
"It's not you?! Ha! You still want to make excuses, but those old guys in the sect clearly told the Lord of the Palace. It was the information you revealed that led them to gather all the monks to go to Jiuyou Palace!