Zi Han walked out of the Yangshulin and felt like he had experienced a strange dream. He was usually cruel to men and would kill them as long as they were not satisfied.

But he was particularly unhappy with the stupid man named Wang Fugui just now, but he did not kill him.

why is that?

Is it because she was hurt by a heartless person?

Of course, I will also know the goodness of men...

The two junior sisters were waiting for her, and one of them smiled and said:

"Senior sister, it's over."

Zi Han clapped his hands and sighed:

"That fool just doesn't know what he is. I'll kill him."

"Haha, kill me if I kill you, a stinky man."

Zixia looked at the surroundings as if nothing had happened, looked at the bright moon in the night sky and said:

"The moon is so beautiful tonight. I really hope to see the moon every day. Look, there are actually people on the moon!"

"Someone? Where is it?" The other two women looked up at the moon together.

"In heaven!"

The sword light suddenly flashed through the wind and whistled, and two bloody colors flew under the moonlight.

The two women fell silently, with a blood mark on their throats.

"If you don't want to be punished by yourself, heaven and earth, you will be sorry for your two junior sisters." Zi Han said with cold eyes.

She took out a small white bottle from her arms, opened the bottle stopper, and poured some white powder into the wounds of the two.

The wound immediately felt like it was fried and the skin was sucked into bones, and white smoke came out, and a smell of fishy smell came out.

Soon, the two corpses turned into dust and mud.

Zi Han put the small white bottle in his arms, gritted his fine teeth, and swung his sword to his left arm, drawing a deep bloody mouth that could be seen.

Blood stained her sleeves, she endured the pain and took out a pair of handkerchiefs to roughly bandage the wound, and then hurriedly left.

...

Qu Yunyan sniffed a sachet and took a deep breath. He turned sideways and squinted his eyes half-sitting half-lying in the first seat, as if he was drunk.

Zi Han walked over tremblingly, knelt on the ground and said:

"The master of the hall, his subordinates are incompetent and did not bring back Hua Wuyou's body."

"Why?" Qu Yunyan said lazily.

"It's... it was snatched away by the people sent by Feng Jianchen. Many masters came to them. They killed Zi Yan and Ziyun's two junior sisters, and their subordinates fought to the death before they escaped. The master of the hall forgives the crime..."

"It's Feng Jianchen again!" Qu Yunyan sat upright like a corpse, gritting her teeth and said:

"And Hua Chonglou, they will not die well!"

She got up and walked to Zi Han's body, suddenly became kind and said softly:

"Zi Han, you are injured."

"This little injury from my subordinate is nothing. It's all because of incompetence and letting down the hall master." Zi Han said carefully.

"The martial arts conference is coming. The Fengyang area is already crouching tigers and hidden dragons, and Feng Jianchen is not easy to mess with. You are not blamed for this matter." Qu Yunyan said lightly.

She suddenly grabbed Zi Han's left arm and said:

"Are you seriously injured?"

Zixia immediately screamed, and a large area of ​​blood oozed out of the wound, and said in a trembling voice:

"No...not serious, it's just a flesh injury...it's going to be better in a few days."

Qu Yunyan nodded and said:

"Recover well, and there are important things waiting for you to do. I'm not at ease with others, so please step down."

"Yes, the master."

Zi Han breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his bedside.

I endured the pain and cleaned the blood stasis of the wound, and applied the unique healing medicine of the Seitang.

Sit down and take a sip of tea, suddenly thinking

"Is it all worth it? It's just for a silly man you meet for the first time. If Qu Yunyan discovers it, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"But that Wang Fugui is also stupid and cute. Maybe... worth it..."

...

It was already midnight, when Feng Qingyang returned to the mansion, he heard about Hua Wuyou and went to Hua Wuyou's bed with Can Ye.

Hua Chonglou was pacing back and forth in the room and frowned. No matter how cautious and persistent she was, her only son was her life.

Feng Jianchen and his wife arrived a while ago and whispered comforting from the side.

Flowers fall and dust stand quietly aside, without any sadness and joy on their faces.

Feng Qingyang hurried to the bedside and saw that Hua Wuyou's expression was not abnormal, but he just breathed as if he was not there, just half of his breath.

Feng Qingyang asked about the reason, and the answer he got was almost the same as Murong Cangqiong:

Several famous doctors in Fengyang City were invited, but they could not find out the cause of the disease, and there were no trauma. There were also several famous doctors who traveled around the world, but it was late at night and it was thousands of miles away, so it was too late even if I found it.

Can Ye approached and exhaled with his big nose, his eyebrows still remained unrestrained.

"Lao Can, was Hua Wuyou also poisoned the black corpse?" Feng Qingyang whispered.

Can Ye shook his head and spit out two words

“Not like.”

He said to everyone again:

"You all go out first, the old man has a way to save him."

"You...what do you have?" Hua Chonglou said suspiciously.

Although he knew that the concierge Lao Can was a little worthy of his time in the Feng family, he did not have the ability to cure diseases and save lives.

"Everything goes out!" Can Ye said at the top of his voice again.

"Old Can said that there is a way to save people, so go out." Feng Qingyang also spoke.

Feng Jianchen and his wife were busy and persuaded them to persuade the Hua family and their daughter to go out.

"Young Master, you go out too." Can't help but exclaimed.

"Lao Can, do you want me to go out too?" Feng Qingyang said in disbelief.

"Well, tell them to go back to rest and come back tomorrow morning. This is not a joke, life is at stake. The old man should be calm. If there is any mistake, Hua Wuyou will definitely die." The Cannon Master said seriously.

"All right."

Feng Qingyang believed in Lao Can and turned around and left the door.

Because she was worried about her son's comfort, Hua Chonglou naturally refused to leave.

But Feng Qingyang patted her chest and sweared:

"If Lao Can can't save Hua Wuyou, I will be willing to pay my life back."

It was also because of Feng Jianchen's face that Hua Chonglou was reluctant to leave.

Mrs. Feng complained in a low voice:

"My son, why do you say such heavy words? If..."

Feng Qing interrupted angrily:

"Mom, don't worry, Lao Can must do what he says."

In fact, he was not sure. Although he had not known Hua Wuyou for a long time, he was rarely as funny as his peers at the age of his prime.

...

Can Ye carefully looked at Hua Wuyou's neck and facial features, but found no abnormalities.

He also helped Hua Wuyou, who was like a dead person, sat up halfway, held his back with his left hand, and pushed Hua Wuyou's hair on the back of his head with his right hand, and finally found a small blood spot. He rubbed and squeezed his fingers lightly, and a silver needle with a thin hair inch was drilled out of it.

Can Ye looked at him narrowly, nodded and said to himself:

"It was indeed theirs."

He put the tip of the needle next to his mouth and sucked it a few times, and suddenly he was as fast as lightning. He used a silver needle to sweep through several large holes on Hua Wuyou's head like a dragonfly, and each part was just half an inch of the flesh.

Hua Wuyou's whole body trembled and he spat out a large mouthful of black blood.

"It is indeed effective to use poison to fight poison." Can Ye said with relief.

His face suddenly turned pale, and he was busy concentrating his luck and gradually returned to his original state.

He smiled bitterly and said to himself:

"I didn't expect that the small colorless hall would have such powerful methods."
Chapter completed!