Therefore, Su Luo can clearly see that the blood drops on the back of Nangong Liuyun are rolling down, and the blood is rolling down to the aboriginal who carries him, and then drops down to the ground.

Nangong Liuyun's back was almost dyed red with blood.

Su Luo heartache chest blunt pain, she looked at the back of Nangong Liuyun, eyes were red.

But these aborigines did not have spiritual power, but the gods and gods were just like those people in the rural village, so Su Luo couldn't resist at all.

The aborigines ran fast, but after half a day, they had not reached their destination, but it was getting dark.

The leader ordered a rest.

The Aborigines were familiar with the mountains, so they soon found a cave to provide them with rest.

Xiling mountain is so big, not to mention a day and a night, even a month can not go to the end.

If they want to go to the valley of mass burial, it will take a lot of time.

The outside of the cave is very narrow, only one person can pass through it. However, after entering the cave, it is found that there are many caves, enough to accommodate a hundred people.

They are only 20 people now, so they are still very relaxed.

Put Su Luo and Nangong Liuyun in the most corner, and the aborigines set up their own bonfire for barbecue.

Nobody paid attention to them.

Su luolu felt very strange on the road, so she asked the aboriginal who carried her, but the aboriginal elder brother said nothing.

Now Su Luo's heart is full of doubts, but I think only to their mouth in the valley of mass burial, can know the truth.

Su Luo raised her eyes and looked at the south palace.

At the moment, his whole body was tied into zongzi, and his hands were cut back behind him. He was half leaning against the wall, his eyes were tightly closed, and his face was pale because of blood loss.

Su Luo moved to Nangong Liuyun and lowered her voice: "how are you? Can you hold on to it? "

Nangong Liuyun slightly half opened his eyes and glanced at Su Luo with a light flutter. He simply turned around.

He's still angry with Sue.

Su Luo can't laugh or cry, but she can't.

"Why are you so naive? You have to be coaxed to cure? When you let the white bearded emperor level pharmacist treat you, people will coax you like this? " Su Luo said in a bad mood.

Nangong Liuyun's black and white eyes looked at Su Luo like that, with deep feelings that Su Luo could not understand.

"The purple rose is one of the herbs used to treat meteors." The cold voice of Nangong Liuyun rings in Su Luo's ear.

"What?" Su Luo's eyes were blank.

Nangong Liuyun turned his head and his beautiful eyes were more clear in the dark. He looked at Su Luo and said seriously, "Nangong meteor is my third brother."

Su Luo only felt a brain buzzing, suddenly exploded!

Nangong meteor is the younger brother of Nangong Liuyun, and purple rosette is the holy drug to cure Nangong Liuyun?

"Shooting stars have always been treated by Ning San." Nangong Liuyun also felt that the knife inserted was not enough, and his face calmly revealed the truth.

Su Luo's whole body was stiff and her hands were shaking violently. She was staring at Nangong Liuyun: "so, purple roses planted in the quiet garden..."

Nangong Liuyun coldly looked at Su Luo: "ningsan said that you must have seven turns of purple rose to save the meteor. At that time, among the purple roses you cut down, there was a five turn one."

Wuzhuan is the highest grade of Purple Rose planted by Nangong Liuyun.

That purple rose, bearing the brother Nangong Liuyun countless efforts and expectations, but was cut off in anger by Su Luo.

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