He could only watch with two eyes, staring at the blood pouring out of Zhai Xiying's body, and smelling the unpleasant smell of blood that filled the Orchid Garden.

In winter, at dawn, after guarding the frantic Zhai Xiying for three full hours, Gu Emperor stopped swimming and returned to his heart.

Xing untied the iron chain, helped Zhai Xiying, who was covered in blood, and put her on the bed.

Zhai Xiying had already been tortured to the point of fainting. He was lifeless and allowed Xing to calmly place him.

Seeing the bloody man on the bed, recovering his subcutaneous tissue bit by bit, Zhai Xiying's painful roar could not be forgotten in his mind.

Looking at him, Lu Youruo's heart ached inexplicably, a feeling of regret that a doctor could not save a patient.

Xing helped Zhai Xiying wipe her entire body, ignoring Lu Youruo the whole time.

After packing up, Xingcai turned around and stared at the silent Youruo with reproachful eyes and disappointment.

"Miss Lu, didn't you say you would save the master?"

You Ruo returned numbly: "During these days, I have been busy with the winter festival and have no time to analyze the poisonous insects in his body."

"So you are so irresponsible?" Xing scolded Youruo with an angry tone.

Even if Youruo felt guilty in her heart, she would not show it. She replied in a calm tone: "After the winter festival, I will start working on the poison on Zhai Xiying."

Xing shouted angrily: "Miss Lu, do you think the master still has so much time for you to waste?"

Youruo twitched her red lips, "He will only get sick on the first night of the new year. The rest of the time, he will be just like a normal person. I will try my best to find a solution!"

Xing snorted coldly: "Miss Lu, if something happens to the master, the people in the Pluto Palace will definitely not spare you!"

You Ruo calmly faced Xing's anger, sighed, and walked out of the room.

It's dawn.

Wandering to the guest house, Aunt Yu and the others looked not in good spirits.

"Miss Lu." Shishi called Youruo politely.

Youruo's eyes were also filled with fatigue, and she asked them: "Did you not sleep well last night?"

Aunt Yu lamented: "Late last night was the ghost hour in Prince Ying's palace. There were screams all night long and I couldn't sleep at all."

Youruo suggested: "How about we skip practicing today and go back to the room to rest. Youruo's progress is not far behind this day." Zhai Xiying was so annoyed that she didn't have the time to practice dancing.

Shanshan nodded towards Aunt Yu. They all couldn't sleep well yesterday.

"That's all we can do, Miss Lu, go back to your room and remember to practice more." Aunt Yu walked out of the front hall, supported by Shanshan Shishi.

Leaving the guest house, Youruo walked towards Wuyou's small pharmacy.

When I entered the small pharmacy, I smelled a faint smell of grass.

When I came here before, the smell of Zhai Xiying's blood covered up the smell of herbs. There was no refreshing smell of grass.

Youruo hasn't had time to inspect the silverware made at Dahan's place.

Opening the lid of the big box, You Ruo saw utensils of various sizes arranged in an orderly manner.

Picking up the silver bowl with a pointed mouth on one side, he carefully observed the workmanship of the big man.

The curved surface is smooth, and there is no joint, and the workmanship is excellent.

Looking at the bottom of the bowl, there is a word carved in the corner: "empty"!

"Empty?" Youruo muttered to herself in confusion.

Could it be Dahan's trademark? But Youruo also came into contact with this Kong not long ago.

The day she met the big man for the first time, when she came out of the restaurant, a little milk baby handed her a note that read:

The old bald donkey is not dead, so don’t worry, disciple! Leave a message: Empty!

At that time, Youruo was very surprised when she opened it and read it. Who gave her the message and it didn't appear?

She thought it must have something to do with the person staring at her in the restaurant. Could it be that old bald donkey?

Disciple? Disciple? Master of the original owner?

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Chapter completed!