Feng Chenglin heard the clouds and mountains and mists, scratching his head, and he felt very distressed: "San Master, can you say something I can understand?"

"Simply put, he will be fine after a night's sleep!"

"That's good, that's good, it's good..." Feng Chenglin breathed a sigh of relief, sat down beside the bed, looking at the wounds on Mo Xuanchen's body, and still felt incredible: "But these injuries on him?"

Theoretically, if you can hurt him to such a person, your cultivation must be a despicable existence.

But since it is an existence that is against the will of heaven, how could it only leave such an insignificant wound on him when fighting?

Such injuries are not enough to be fatal even if they are placed on Mo Xuanchen.

"Why...he only suffered such a little bit of injuries?"

"A little bit of injury?" Ling Luoyu's charming eyes were shattered, and he was cold and murderous intent: "It was because he was exhausted in order not to be injured, so he was forced to suffer such injuries after exhaustion... Fatty, not what you thought."

Mo Xuanchen must have encountered an absolute master. In the confrontation between masters, Mo Xuanchen was exhausted, so that the other party left such a wound on him.

In other words, if it weren't Mo Xuanchen at this time, but her or Feng Chenglin, it would probably be that the two of them were on the road to reincarnation, rather than being so simple as just suffering such a little injury.

Feng Chenglin also thought of the power of it, and thought about it carefully and was afraid, and cold sweat suddenly burst out from his back.

"My God, if I say this, what kind of cultivation will the person who can hurt him like this and endure him to the point of exhaustion?"

"Yes, what kind of person must be able to hurt him like this?" Ling Luoyu gently stroked the back of Mo Xuanchen's hand with his fingertips, and whispered: "What have you experienced during this period?"

"So, he knew that he would be injured and would be injured so badly that he would not take you and would not let you know anything?"

Feng Chenglin hesitated for a moment and said what he was most worried about.

"Then do you think we will know this person?"

"It's not enough to know it, but it may cause harm to us!"

Ling Luoyu rubbed his eyebrows, carefully sorted out the details of the whole thing, pondered the cause and effect, and wanted to find the most critical reason.

"Fatty, you said, if he didn't tell us before, he was afraid that we would be in danger with him... Does it mean that he would have known that he would end up with such a serious injury? In other words, he knew how powerful his opponent was?"

Feng Chenglin was surrounded and was dizzy, but nodded: "What you said should be right... right?"

"Remember this, then, will this person appear by our side? But we didn't notice it?"

Mo Xuanchen has been protecting her.

In order to protect her, he hid himself, and even his whereabouts were hidden.

I was afraid that after she knew the clues about this matter, she would follow the traces to find him and get involved in this dangerous thing.

"…San Master, what do you want to say?"

"If I can never find this clue, then it doesn't need to hide it from me, but he dodged so much, why?"

Feng Chenglin didn't know how he should answer.

He was stunned for a long time and replied with a word: "...ah?"
Chapter completed!