Chapter 2317 2189 You Are My Blazing Sun Like Fire (389)

At this moment, there were already people who saw Zhou Yu arrive. That person wanted to say, “Tribe leader...”

Zhou Yu quickly raised his hand and placed his finger on his lips to make a gesture —— shh, don’t speak.

Zhou Yu curled his thin lips and looked expectantly at the movements of Xuan Yingluo. He did not say anything, naturally not wanting to disturb these men’s revelry.

Seeing her being humiliated and trampled on, he felt very happy.

There was no one here to help Xuan Yingluo either. It was obvious that they were all numb. Everyone even gathered around to watch a good show.

Xuan Yingluo felt that someone was taking off her pants. Her pupils contracted slightly as she returned to focus. She quickly covered her mouth and coughed.

Cough Cough.

This cough caused the men to stop moving. It was obvious that everyone cared about their own health. The women here were not clean, and they were easily infected with diseases.

Xuan Yingluo’s clothes were pushed up a little, revealing her fair skin. However, no one had the time to admire her skin now. Instead, they looked at the wounds on her body in horror. Those wounds had been washed by cold water and had not been treated in time, some of them had already festered.

Now, coupled with Xuan Yingluo’s cough, the men’s expressions changed and they quickly took a few steps back.

“Is there something wrong with this woman? Has a doctor examined her body?”

“I felt that her face was still hot just now. She seems to have a high fever.”

Zhou Yu did not look at her. Instead, he was talking to brother Wang beside him.

Xuan Yingluo put down the bowl of meat and prepared to leave.

However, at this moment, Zhou Yu stretched out his hand and pushed the bowl of meat to the ground.

The meat here was extremely precious. Zhou Yu quickly frowned and looked at her coldly. “How do you do things? You Can’t even hold a bowl of meat?”

Xuan Yingluo obviously knew that he did it on purpose. It wasn’t that she couldn’t hold a bowl of meat, but that he had pushed the bowl over and blamed it on her.

He was just looking for trouble.

Xuan Yingluo raised her head and looked at Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu narrowed his eyes and looked down at her. “What are you still standing there for? The soup has splashed on my boots. WIPE it clean now.”

Someone echoed, “Tribe leader, this woman is clumsy. We have to punish her properly.”

Xuan Yingluo’s expression did not change. She lowered her head and used her sleeve to wipe Zhou Yu’s black boots.