The Death Of Lu Zhu [II]

Grabbing Xue Hao's arm, Lu Zhu said in a weak but eager voice. "Xue Hao...take me...to see my lady..."

Qing Luo was a bad person! She didn't know what she stole from Miss in the room just now, she must tell Miss about this.

"Okay, don't worry, I'll take you to find the princess." Seeing this, Xue Hao nodded hurriedly, his arms tightened, and just as he was about to get up, he heard Yang Yiting's anxious cry behind him. .

"Xue Hao, don't lift her up!"

As soon as the words sounded, Meng Yuan flew over with Yang Yiting. Behind them, Yan Mo, Situ Gong, Mo Ye, Miss Xu, and several other little girls rushed over.

Yang Yiting saw the wound on Lu Zhu's back and the blood on Xue Hao's hands, only to feel the darkness in front of her eyes, she stumbled and almost fainted. Meng Yuan quickly stepped forward to support her, but his face darkened instantly, and there was a strong sense of chill in his eyes.

Mo Hanshan, this king will definitely let you die!