Princess Against the World

When Feng Chenglin came here with a bag of things on his back, he saw Ling Luoyu arranging his clothes with embarrassing blushing.

"Fuck! Third Young Master, you were raped? Why are your clothes so messed up?"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Fatty Feng just said it casually, disapproving of whether she was really raped.

In his consciousness, the one who can strengthen Ling Luoyu probably hasn't been born yet.

If she doesn't force others, let others be Amitabha!

Carefully putting down the burden on his back, Fatty Feng's face was full of excitement.

"I was going to go down the mountain to buy them, but I met Elder Wuchang on the way. After he heard what I wanted to buy, he took me to the warehouse and brought me such a large pile..."

Just as Ling Luoyu was about to open it to take a look, she suddenly heard a noisy sound from outside.

It sounded like someone was fighting, with the faint sound of weapons clashing.

The two couldn't help but look at each other with surprise in their eyes.

Lun Dao Academy forbids students to fight with weapons, who dares to be so blatant now? !

Ling Luoyu didn't bother to check, and put the burden into the chaotic realm, and came out first.

"Go, go and see..."

Feng Chenglin was excited to follow along, but he was completely shocked when Ling Luoyu waved his hands.

The bag of things he had memorized disappeared after she waved her hand!

"Fuck...Third Young Master, you always surprise me..."

On the training ground of the academy, Leng Huanyu and Wen Liu fought inseparably. Wen Xi hugged Nan Ling with bloody hands, crying like a tearful man.

"Brother, stop beating... Sister Nan Ling is dying..."

While crying, she looked at the pool of blood that had stained Nan Ling's lower body red, and sobbed helplessly.

"Sister Nanling, wait a little longer, the chief teacher will be here soon..."

Nan Ling trembled all over, his face was pale, and he shook his head with difficulty.

"No...don't save me...let me die..."

Under the persecution of Leng Huanyu, Wen Liu retreated steadily.

Mysterious energy exploded, and Wen Liu's sword sliced ​​across the air, forcing back an attack from Leng Huanyu.

"Leng Huanyu! Did you hear what Wen Xi said? It's this time, you don't want to save Nan Ling, but you still don't let me do it..."

His reprimand hadn't finished yet, Leng Huanyu approached him like a lunatic again.

"Wen Liu, don't pretend to be a good person here! If it weren't for you, how could something happen to Nan Ling?!"

Amidst the roar, the two fought into a ball again.

Feng Chenglin came following Ling Luoyu's gallop, with a look of seeing a ghost on his face.

"What are they doing? Didn't they get punished for the infighting last time? Why are they fighting again?!"

When Ling Luoyu first entered the academy, he encountered two people fighting each other.

Although they didn't do anything in the academy, since both of them were black-robed disciples, they were punished not to participate in this year's disciple assessment.

It's only been a few months of work, but they didn't say anything about fighting again, and it was still in the academy, under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Ling Luoyu ignored the two men and walked quickly to Nan Ling.

"What's up with her?!"

Wen Xi cried desperately: "I don't know...it's fine, she suddenly bled a lot, and I want to send her to the teacher, but she won't either..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes fell on the pool of blood.

The blood color is bruised and purple.

She wanted to test Nan Ling's pulse, but she stubbornly refused.

"Don't save me!"

Ling Luoyu ignored her stubbornness, pinched her wrist forcefully with her slender fingers, and tested her pulse.