The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

At this moment, behind Wang Le, there was a large group of noisy villagers following in the distance.

Linglong stood on the roof, glanced at Wang Le's condition, and without stopping, continued to leap forward.

When he arrived in front of Song Deqing's cabin, he jumped down from the tree.

In order to practice Gu, it seems that this elder can condescend to live in such a dilapidated and remote foothill.

He raised his hand and pushed the door open, his eyes falling directly on Song Deqing who was lying on the ground behind the table. He took a step forward, with strands of silver lightning surrounding his palms.

The person on the ground narrowed his eyes as if he sensed something and looked at the person who was coming.

"Song Deqing, you love playing with Gu so much? It would be great to have these treasures of yours to accompany you before you die."

As soon as he finished speaking, lightning in his palm spread to every corner of the house.

Before Song Deqing recovered from the shock of the visitor, she heard these frightening words.

She wanted to shout, but her life-giving Gu was dead, and she was now at the end of her strength.

In the end, after speaking so many words, he only got one sentence: "You...you, are not Wang Linglong, who are you?"

Linglong withdrew her hand, and started playing with the ring on her left hand with her right hand, saying coldly: "Go downstairs and ask grandma."

After saying this, he turned and walked out.

At the same time, several insects of different colors and shapes emerged from the corner destroyed by lightning and crawled towards Song Deqing.

Now, Song Deqing is no longer suppressed by his natal Gu.

Judging from the Gu she raised from living people, she was a delicacy at this moment.

Linglong stepped out of the wooden house and leaped in another direction.

Not long after Linglong left.

Wang Le's crazy and sharp voice could be heard from afar: "Song Deqing, you hurt me with insects, I will kill you."

The dusk is hazy and the night breeze is blowing.

Returning to the small grave again, Linglong erected a tombstone for it.

As the dagger slashed, a line of wild handwriting appeared on the wooden board: Tomb of Wang Ping, granddaughter Wang Linglong stood there.

Grandma, the first enemy will come down to apologize to you tonight.

Thinking of this, Linglong drew a horizontal line at the bottom of the tombstone.

After doing all this, Linglong stood up and flew down the mountain.

As soon as she reached the foot of the mountain, Linglong realized something was wrong.

As we approached, we heard a noisy voice, "Ang'er, women have no right to speak, men like you, we are looking for Sister Ling."

At the same time, Youxue's voice came from his mind, "Master, someone is trying to break into your room."

"Ah."

After Linglong responded, she changed direction and headed towards the back of the house and climbed in.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw a bucket of hot water placed next to the bed, with steam rising from it.

"I told you, Sister Linglong is taking a shower. If you have anything to do, just wait for a while."

"Brother An, please don't hide it from us. Someone saw Sister Ling go out with their own eyes."

Linglong's eyes flickered, and she quickly took off her clothes, threw them into the space, and stepped into the bathtub.

At the same time, there was a bang, the sound of a heavy object hitting the wooden door.

"Ang'er, you're stopping us. Are you feeling guilty?"

"Isn't it just taking a bath? We are all women, what are we afraid of..."

"Everyone, is this trespassing?"

Before the woman could finish her words, she was interrupted by a weak and cold voice.

Everyone in the courtyard was stunned when they heard Linglong's voice.

Linglong was really at home. When the thought came to their mind, several smart villagers began to panic.

If they break into the house without permission and are reported to the authorities, they will all be sent to jail.

Zi'an breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Linglong's voice, but his body did not leave the room.

A clever villager was the first to react and said awkwardly, "Isn't it that the old man of the Song clan has passed away? I just came here to inform you, Sister Ling."

Linglong leaned against the tub, closed her eyes, pretended to be surprised and replied in a weak voice: "Huh? Grandma Song died. Wasn't she fine not long ago?"

After hearing this, everyone realized that they had been tricked by Wang Le again.

He was the one who said in a crazy way that Linglong was healed and then injured him again.

It just so happened that at that time, he was running towards Linglong's house, so they became suspicious.

And what Wang Le said was that Linglong killed Song Deqing, which was simply impossible.

Not to mention the relationship between Grandma Wang and Song Deqing, who would believe that Linglong, with her sickly body, could kill someone?

Just as they were thinking deeply, Linglong's voice came again.

"Grandma Song was so good to me. She died in the evening after the dispute that just happened this afternoon. There must be something wrong. I will go to Ji Yang Mansion tomorrow and seek justice for Grandma."

After hearing this, everyone's face changed suddenly. After thinking about it carefully, they realized that this was indeed the truth.

In the afternoon, the village chief and Wang Lecai had an argument with the elders of the Song clan, and everyone was gone in the evening. There must have been a problem during this period.

But if they report it to the police, the men in Taohua Village will no longer be able to get married.

"Hey, Sister Ling, there might be some misunderstanding here. Let's go find the village chief to ask about the situation. You have a good rest. We are leaving now."

As soon as this person finished speaking, the villagers who followed him all said the same thing and hurriedly left Linglong's yard.

They don't want to become sinners of Taohua Village.

"Zian."

Zi'an, whose back was burning with pain, heard Linglong's cry and quickly responded, "I'm here, Sister Linglong."

"Come in."

Zi'an was stunned when he heard this.

Thinking of the scene inside, Zi'an once again remembered the scene of helping Linglong change clothes.

Although he was blindfolded at the time, the delicate touch made his face burn again.

"Zian?!"

"Here I come, Sister Linglong."

Zi'an turned around, pushed open the door, and walked into Linglong's room with his head down.

"Sister Linglong, is there anything you want me to do?"

Since Linglong was sitting in the bathtub, when Zi'an entered the room, the first thing that caught her eye was Zi'an's pale little face.

Seeing this, Linglong's nose moved slightly, and her brows unconsciously furrowed, smelling a bloody smell.

Linglong said lightly, "Help me get my clothes."

Hearing the displeasure in Linglong's tone, Zi'an pursed his lips and replied, "Yes, Sister Linglong."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the closet.

When he turned around, even though he was wearing dark clothes, Linglong still saw the bloodstain on his lower back.

"Youxue, what happened to Zian's back?"

The little snake lying on the long table raised its head.

"Before the master came, Brother Zi'an was pushed down and fell on the firewood."

After saying that, Youxue turned around on the table and continued, "Master, don't worry. I used my spiritual power to control Brother Zi'an's injuries. I'll use some spiritual spring water later and his wounds will heal."

"Can Zi'an use the spiritual spring water in the space?"

"He can use the spiritual spring of Lianjing Lake."

"Yeah." Linglong responded.

Zi'an took the gown, lowered his head, walked to the bed, and put the gown on the bed.

"Sister Linglong, there are differences between men and women. I'll wait for you outside." After saying that, she turned around and walked out.

Linglong didn't say anything. As Zi'an turned around, she reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes and pulled it.

Hiss...

There was a sound of clothes being torn.

Silence, eerie silence.