The black feather landed in the huge courtyard of the Feather Spirit Pavilion.

After Ling Luo got off the back of the black feather, he looked around, only to see that the empty courtyard was very barren, even a layer of duckweed had grown on the pond, and the bamboo forest was even more crooked, as if it was a hurricane passing through.

"Doom...... How did desolation become such a virtue? Ling Luo was speechless, "I've only been away for a month, although there aren't many servants in our yard, but that girl Sheng Ge is too negligent." ”

Xuanyuan Yu smiled indifferently and said, "As expected, everyone is busy and sad, and they don't have the time to manage Luo'er's courtyard." ”

Ling Luo sighed secretly, his beautiful eyes darkened slightly, and his voice was full of regret: "These people, why don't they have any confidence in me at all." ”

Does she look like she's short-lived?

Ling Nie, Ling Yue, and Ling Ziying forget it, do they even believe that their grandfather who loves him so much believes that he is dead?

Xuanyuan Yu's eyes like a black hole narrowed slightly, and his gaze drifted to the direction of the Zhen Building in the backyard where Ling Luo often cultivated, his expression became grim, and he said in a deep voice; "Luo'er, there seems to be unusual movement in the backyard."

Ling Luo was stunned.

Today is the first seven days of her mourning hall, and all the people in the house have gone to the front hall to pay respects, how can there be still people?

"Check it out."

The black feather changed to the size of a normal black eagle and landed on Xuanyuan Yu's shoulder.

The group headed for the backyard.

Standing in front of the door of the Zhen Building, Ling Luo looked at the light shining through the crack in the door, and listened to the sound of rummaging through the cabinets inside, and her beautiful eyes narrowed dangerously.

The people left behind in her Feather Spirit Pavilion were all well-trained and trustworthy people she had carefully selected. Those servants, let alone rummaging through the cabinets, would not have stepped into this precious building without her permission.

There are inner ghosts!

"Luo'er?"

Ling Luo turned his back to Xuanyuan Yu, raised his right hand, made a gesture of stopping, and lowered his voice: "Yu, don't come here, I want to see what the hell is in the house?" ”

Ling Luo took a step forward, pressed his hands on the door, and under the lonely night breeze, with a "squeak-" sound, he gently pushed open the crack in the door, revealing a distance half a person wide.

Inside the room, there was a woman and a man.

Young and beautiful woman.

A delicate man with brocade ribbons on his eyes.

"Yue'er, did you find it?" Ling Ziying had an anxious voice, "I seem to hear someone outside the door." ”

"Oh, brother, don't worry, I've already rummaged through all of Ling Luo's cabinets and cupboards, and I haven't found any elixir!"

"There can't be none!" Ling Ziying vetoed, "After Ling Luo dies, she will definitely leave some elixirs, my eyes are almost purple spirit grass, I remember that Ling Luo used it, she must have treasured some in the house." ”

Ling Luo looked at this scene, his head was full of black lines, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

Can you be a little more undisciplined?

She was still burning her head seven in the front hall, and a pair of brothers and sisters here began to rummage through the cabinets to get her things.

In the past, whenever she saw these brothers and sisters, her heart could still be full of hatred, but now that she sees her again, she only feels ridiculous.

"Hey, I said you two, don't you feel hot with your dead sister's things?" Ling Luo stood at the door, his eyes shining with a ghostly light, staring straight at them and sneering lightly.