Princess Against the World

"That girl..." Yang Guang suddenly remembered and his expression suddenly changed: "That girl also fell into the trap of a fairy?"

"She was not simply poisoned by the Heavenly Fairy. She also had external injuries. Otherwise... she wouldn't have been so embarrassed that you had to rescue her!" Mo Xuanchen was still so calm and calm.

But Ling Luoyu's eyes turned playful: "It sounds like you know that girl..."

"Not only do I know him, but you also know him!"

"..."

Ling Luoyu's sour taste disappeared.

"I know him too??"

There seemed to be no one she knew who was so cowardly that he would fall into the hands of a fairy.

"Who?"

"You'll know if you go and see!" Mo Xuanchen tilted his head: "She's right next door. You can help her treat her wounds... The wounds on her body were bandaged by the maid. I don't know how effective they will be..."

Mo Xuanchen's desire to live came from his bones, and he was the first to show that he had never bandaged the girl's wounds.

Otherwise, when Ling Luoyu sees the location of those wounds, he won't know how to hurt him!

Ling Luoyu glanced at him suspiciously, and rushed out without caring about Yang Guang anymore.

Who knew that as soon as he walked out of the door, he almost bumped into someone.

The other party also dodged quickly, but because his feet were unstable, he staggered and fell into the wall, only to avoid falling.

"Yang Bing??"

Ling Luoyu never thought that the girl with a bruised nose and swollen face in front of him would be Yang Bing.

With her cultivation level, she wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable situation!

Yang Bing also saw Ling Luoyu, her panting heart seemed to beat slowly, and her whole body suddenly softened as if relaxed.

Ling Luoyu quickly supported her, and his fingertips traced across her wrist——

There is only the poison of the henbane, nothing else is wrong with it!

This means that she was beaten so badly when she was in her prime!

How can it be?

She knew about Yang Bing's cultivation!

With the qualifications of her ancient ancestor's bloodline, even if she meets an opponent, she won't be tortured so miserably!

unless--

What she met was a supreme and heaven-defying figure!

"Miss Ling..."

After seeing Ling Luoyu, Yang Bing dropped all his defenses, and his whole body softened like a deflated rubber ball.

Ling Luoyu greeted the guards and carried her back to the side hall.

"I never thought that someone as strong as you would be in such a miserable state..."

Ling Luoyu glanced sideways at Yang Bing's chest, which was stained with blood, and the cloth wrapped in it was vaguely visible.

"If I can hurt you like this, I'm afraid the other party won't be much better, right?"

"It's hard to explain...Why am I here with you? I remember...the last person I saw seemed to be a man?"

Yang Bing shook his head suddenly, trying to search for useful information in the messy memory.

"that person……"

She opened her eyes cautiously, her eyes darkening slightly.

"Are you injured too?"

Her last memory was that man's painful expression.

"besides……"

Slowly lowering his head, Yang Bing looked at his wounds, bit his lip shyly, and murmured.

"The injuries on my body..."

Wasn't it the man who bandaged it?

"Your wound... was not caused by me!"

Ling Luoyu deliberately prolonged his voice, and when Yang Bing's expression changed slightly, he laughed again.

"But it's not him either!"

"Miss Ling, can you finish what you want to say in one go? I feel tired when you say this!" Yang Bing breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression was nonchalant.