Chapter 151: A bunch of pustules

Ling Luoyu held the soul blade in his hand and wiped off the blood on it quietly and coldly.
"People are here, you are free!"
She turned and walked towards Ling Bufan.
"Grandpa, Second Uncle... Let's go home!"
Everyone's eyes locked on the two silver armor guards instantly.
They represent the emperor at this time.
Ling Luoyu's rampant killings even disrupted the prince's funeral. Could she just let her go like this? !
The two silver armor guards did not say anything, but walked towards Xiao Tongzhou and Xiao Yong as if they hadn't seen them, one by one, and then went straight to the palace after they picked them up.

The storm caused by the burial of the prince was unstoppable.
No one mentions Ling Luoyu's arrogance anymore, everyone is taboo.
No one dared to talk openly about her arrogance and the emperor's forbearance.
All fools can guess that there is something hidden behind this incident.
Otherwise, why didn't the emperor pursue Ling Luoyu's death? !
Even Ling Bufan and Ling Yunxi didn't understand why Ling Luoyu would be safe.
The things she committed were light.
But when they asked, she always kept silent, but instead urged Ling Bufan and Ling Yunxi to break through the barrier with pill to improve profound energy cultivation.
She knew it very well.
The emperor chose to remain silent this time, not because he did not hold her accountable, but because he was waiting for the outbreak.
An outbreak that was enough to destroy the Ling family.
The Ling family needs to become stronger before this outbreak.
Bo Yunfeng, Ling Jiajun's lair.
In order not to arouse suspicion, the members of the Ling Family Army occupied this place in the form of a village residence.
Qianshan is a householder, while Houshan is the training ground for the Ling family army.
On the shouting training ground, 20,000 men were shirtless against each other, shouting constantly.
Looking at it, the blackness is very spectacular.
In the outer circle of the field, Ling Luoyu shook his hand with a folding fan, pacing leisurely.
As soon as she appeared, someone from the Ling Family Army who had been training couldn't help but spit out, his eyes contemptuous.
"Look at that little white face, I really want to punch twice!"
"..."
For confidentiality, the training ground is closed.
None of them knew about Ling Luoyu's murder in the capital, and even regarded her as the trash who was eating and waiting to die, and was full of contempt and hatred for her.
Ling Luoyu didn't explain, and watched the three days of training under the infamy of Xiao Bailian.
Xiaoying neatly packed a chair, and asked her to take a seat.
"Master!"
Ling Luoyu sat down leisurely, the iron stone stood upright, holding the parasol.
This guy, after seeing Ling Luoyu's killing, dropped to the five bodies she admired, and from then on, followed her like an echo worm.
She said going east, he would never go west.
Yuwen Dongxu, the chief instructor of Ling Jiajun, screamed, his face black as iron.
On his face, there were two big words-disgust.
Three days ago, Ling Luoyu came here and brought a letter from Ling Bufan.
The content of the letter was concise and concise, and he urged him to follow Ling Luoyu's instructions and follow her ideas.
Yuwen Dongxu didn't understand why he wanted to listen to a rubbish, but Ling Bufan's order, Ling Jiajun had to obey unconditionally.
With a sarcasm, he said coldly: "Three young masters, what are you doing out in this hot day? If you have anything, just order it, why should you come yourself?"
Ling Luoyu clicked his tongue and raised his lips, full of displeasure: "Young Master Ben ran here to pick two bodyguards personally, but after three days I didn't find a suitable one! These people of you are too pussies!! "
It is a shame to be laughed at by a trash as a pustule.
"Three young masters, where is our brother?!"