Chapter 1771: Anti-General

Ling Luoyu hesitated, after all, he couldn't help but curiosity, and rushed to the palace on the mountain.
Along the way, she met many people flying up the mountain.
After turning a corner, I met Yao Qiqi and Dongfang He.
Ling Luoyu wanted to go ahead and avoid the two of them, but he was stunned by the sharp-eyed Yao Qiqi.
"Rainfall in the forest!!"
Ling Luoyu had to stop and paused angrily: "Senior Sister, something is wrong?!"
Yao Qiqi's eyes flashed around, making sure that no one was paying attention to them, and then lowered his voice.
"Why don't you form a group with others?!"
"I like to act alone..."
"Are you afraid that others will know your secret?!" Yao Qiqi pointed at Ling Luoyu's sore spot.
Looking at the evil charm, Ling Luoyu didn't change much.
"Do you think I have any secrets I am afraid of being known by you?!"
Yao Qiqi was rebelled against the general, and suddenly he didn't know how to refute it.
Ling Luoyu's calm expression made her unpredictable for a while.
"Yuluolin, although I don't know you, I can guess that you are a person with a story..."
"Really?! Congratulations... you got it right!"
Ling Luoyu quietly changed the subject and pointed to the palace on the top of the mountain.
"Do you know what's going on?!"
"I heard that Brother Yuan was injured..."
Senior Brother Yuan in Yao Qiqi's mouth, named Yuan Yisu, is one of the most talented disciples in the Temple of Xiu Mo.
"Senior Brother Yuan was performing a mission outside. I don't know what's wrong. He was seriously injured. He and a partner were rescued back. I heard that the injuries were serious..."
Dongfang He added in due course: "I heard that the person who came back with Senior Brother Yuan is not a disciple of our Demon Temple, but also seems to be a human race!"
When talking about Human Race, he deliberately bit the word, quite disgusting.
Ling Luoyu stared at him with contemptuous eyes: "What's wrong with Human Race? You are not Human Race?!"
Some people of the half-devil race are like the people of the country who have taken the green card of country M, with the blood of the east flowing in their bones. They are the people of country Z, but they feel inexplicably superior.
Ling Luoyu hated this kind of servility of admiring foreign and flattering foreigners the most, so he didn't choke on Dongfang He.
Yao Qiqi hurriedly finished the game: "When Brother Yuan went out, seven people walked together, but now only one has come back. I'm afraid it's not a good thing... it's not a good thing!!"
At the gate of the palace on the top of the mountain, a group of black guards formed three cordoning lines, blocking the curious disciples outside.
"It's the veterans..." Yao Qiqi whispered, "It seems that the veterans were also alarmed!!"
The elders are the quintessence of the Demon Cultivation Hall. They usually retreat and cultivate, and all things are left to young people like Long Feiyang and Andi.
Now that they are all out, it shows that Yuan Yisu's affairs are not trivial.
The disciples rushing forward blasted the guards back: "Why are you squeezing? Get back!!"
The door of the temple opened, and two guards hurried out carrying a person.
Yao Qiqi suddenly frowned: "It's not Brother Yuan...it must be that human race!!"
The person being carried is covered in blood, his head is drooping, his face is covered by hair, and he does not know his life or death.
The two guards transferred the man to the other two guards: "You carry him to Doctor Hua..."
When the two exchanged hands, the man's face was half exposed.
Ling Luoyu's pupils suddenly shrank at that moment: "Fatty?!"