Chapter 28 Everyone’s sudden concern

Author: Li Ju Yu Wu Zhi

Chapter 28 Everyone’s sudden concern

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The night rain was heavy.

The sound of billions of water drops hitting the blue bricks drowned out the fighting and roaring that night.

Ning Que was walking on the streets of the capital covered in blood.

There were two shocking deep openings on his waist and chest, and the blood was wetted by the rain and dyed his white college uniform scarlet red.

Ning Que dragged a simple knife in his hand and a big black umbrella on his back, and staggered to Zhuque Street.

The rain was so heavy, but Ning Que felt his mouth and tongue became increasingly dry, as if he had arrived in a desert.

The blood on his body was evaporating, and his skin gradually became dry and cracked.

Ning Que raised his head, and what caught his black eyes was a huge Suzaku with its whole body burning with fireworks, its wings spread out and flying towards him.

The white air rises from Zhuque Street, as if all the stone lion statues are melting under the terrifying heat.

The Suzaku was now a blazing bright sun in the night sky. Before Ning Que could react, he was burned by the boundless fire brought by the Suzaku's tail feathers.

The water in his body has evaporated, his blood has dried up, and his whole body is as thin as a withered bone. The unknown flame is still raging crazily in his body.

Sang Sang woke up from the nightmare, calling the word "Master" in her mouth. Before she could put on her cloth shoes, she grabbed the door and ran into the rainy night.

A big black umbrella automatically stretched out in the windless air and landed in front of Ning Que, protecting him under the umbrella. An indescribable cold breath flowed out of the umbrella and entered Ning Que's body.

Ning Que's snowy mountain air sea was rebuilt in an instant. Suzaku stood up with three tail feathers and faced off against the dark and wet big black umbrella. Finally, it ended quietly after Ning Que suddenly woke up.

Ning Que stood up tremblingly with a big black umbrella. His mind could no longer tell the direction, and his body could no longer be controlled. He could only walk out of Suzaku Street with his last desire to survive.

A man stood at the street corner holding a sword in both hands.

On a rainy night, a carriage arrived at the Imperial Prefect's Mansion.

Even in a humid environment, the carriage still exudes an intoxicating smell of rouge.

The driver helped an elegant woman out of the car.

The woman was wearing a green gold silk dress, carrying a sandalwood food box in her hand, walking through the mud and knocking on the door of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion.

When the door opened, the housekeeper didn't ask any questions, but hurriedly saluted and led the woman into the house.

Yan Se was sitting on the corridor outside the house, and the pestle was spinning wildly on the corridor.

Yan Se knew that something big would happen in the city when Suzaku was resurrected tonight, but at this time he was powerless and could only ask Li Qingshan's disciple He Mingchi to go check it out.

The woman walked into the peach courtyard, and Yan Se, with disheveled hair and carrying a Taoist robe, was sitting in the corridor.

"We haven't seen each other for a few days, why are we like this?" The woman stepped forward and wrapped Yan Se's Taoist robe tightly, and then took his hand. Yan Se wanted to resist, but the woman held her tighter.

"How did you come?"

Yan Se seemed to have lost his soul and was led into the house by the woman.

The raindrops from the eaves made a crisp hitting sound on the banana leaves.

The woman opened the food box, and inside it was only some home-cooked side dishes, which looked particularly delicious under the candlelight in front of the two people's table.

"Have a try, I came in a hurry, so I can only make it like this."

The woman picked up a piece of crispy lotus root with chopsticks, Yan Se opened her mouth slightly, and put the crispy lotus root into her mouth with the carrot in between.

"Why are you still acting like a child? If there is no one to take care of you, go to my place." The woman said softly.

Yan Se looked into the woman's eyes full of warm spring water and shook his head.

"I want to wait here for the kid to come back."

Sangsang ran barefoot and cried in the rainy night. She ran straight to the Chunfeng Pavilion and knocked on the door of the house desperately.

After the steward opened the door, Sangsang rushed in, shuttled through the inner courtyard of the palace, and finally ran into a hidden guest room deep in the palace.

"Sangsang?" He turned towards Xiaoshu and saw a little girl pushing open the door and running in.

"Master, please don't die, don't leave Sang Sang." Sang Sang pushed Ning Que's cold body desperately, but did not see any reaction from the latter.

"Aren't you very powerful? Please help my young master, please." Sangsang grabbed the heavy-looking man beside him and shook it desperately towards the small tree.

Chao Xiaoshu closed his eyes and shook his head. Ning Que's injuries were beyond repair. He kept channeling his telekinesis on the way to rescue Ning Que from Suzaku Street.

But Ning Que's body was in chaos. Unless there was a great cultivator above the five realms in the world who was willing to spend his entire body to repair Ning Que's hundreds of meridians and a thousand acupoints, there was no other way.

"Sang Sang, Ning Que is already..." Chao Xiaoshu wanted to comfort the girl who was holding Ning Que and crying.

"Get out, all of you, you are all bad people, don't come near my young master!"

Chao Xiaoshu clenched his fists and invited the doctors in the room out, leaving Ning Que and Sang Sang alone in the room.

Ning Que used his last strength and whispered to Sangsang, "Take care of yourself", and then said nothing again.

Sang Sang howled crazily until her throat became dry and hoarse and her whole body lost all strength.

The rain kept falling outside the window, and Sangsang's sad face with tear stains gradually became indifferent, and the raindrops on the window slowly condensed into ice.

Early the next morning, a carriage left the capital of Tang Dynasty.

Ning Que sat in front of the car, turned back and took one last look at this magnificent city, then sped towards the west.

Chao Xiaoshu stood at the gate of the city and watched them go away, his eyes filled with worry that wouldn't go away.

At the same time, in the Xiling Temple, an old man in ordinary clothes stepped into the wasteland and headed towards the Tang Dynasty.

Han Ye stretched out in the woods.

He didn't expect that the Luotian Dajiao would have a bye, and it wasn't Zhang Chulan's turn yet.

Confused, Han Ye walked to the list and saw that Zhang Chulan's opponent was Feng Baobao.

Ah, that's okay.

It was already evening, and Han Ye had almost recovered from his injuries after practicing for a day. He stood up, patted the dirt behind his butt, and came to the dinner spot last night.

It's still very lively here, and it seems that Longhu Mountain provides these strangers with relaxing activities every night.

"Han Ye!"

"Brother Han, you are finally here!"

"Bastard!"

As soon as Han Ye entered the arena, a crowd of people gathered around him.

Han Ye didn't know these people very well, he only knew some of the most special ones, such as a man with pink hair and diamond earrings.

This man's eyes never left Han Ye's eyes from the first time he saw him.

"Han Ye, are you hungry?"

"Let's go get you something to eat!"

Han Ye wondered, why are these people so crazy? He looked around and didn't see the most familiar person in the group.

"Where's Feng Xingtong?" Han Ye still wanted to eat the venison leg roasted by the child last night.

"The child was seriously injured in today's competition and is still resting in the intensive care unit in the back mountain." Wang Ye explained aloud.

"Big bad guy, I thought you were the worst, but it turned out there was someone worse than you!" Zhuge Bai jumped up and pointed at Han Ye.

"What's going on?" Han Ye felt that there must be a reason why all these people gathered together when they saw him.

"Today, Feng Xingtong is facing off against Wang Bing, the grandson of Shilao Wang Ai. Both sides are using Julingsending to fight, but it seems that the Wang family's magical skills are stronger."

"The Deng family's fairy was originally just in the hands of Xingtong, and will be returned after the competition."

"But he was snatched away by Wang Bin in this competition. In order to save the elf, the boy Xingtong did not hesitate to waste his own life and shed blood to free the Deng family's fairy."

"I thought the matter was over here, but the king didn't stop there. He just tore out the spirit of Xingtong's child and tried to eat it. In the end, Xingtong was forced to disperse the senior who had been with him all his life.

Soul, and was beaten so hard that several ribs were broken." Wang Ye explained and looked at Han Ye.

"That person from the Wang family is so abominable!"

"I really want to beat him to death!"

"But Wang Bing is a member of the Shilaowang family, and we can't afford to offend him at all."

"How is Xingtong now?" Han Ye ignored those irritable voices. If the situation went bad, he could take action to save Feng Xingtong.

"The Heavenly Master has taken action and has turned the danger around." Zhuge Qing replied.

"Yeah." Han Ye responded lightly and was about to leave to find something to eat, but everyone surrounded him and refused to leave.

"What are you going to do?" Han Ye frowned.

"Let me do the talking." Wang Ye grabbed a game list from the table nearby and handed it to Han Ye.

"Han Ye, your opponent tomorrow is Wang Bing."

Readers who can't guess the woman's identity can go to Chapter 5 to find the answer~

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