He Yanmo pressed his hands on Feng Yiying's back. Under the strong wind, his sleeves were flying high. Drops of cold sweat flowed down his temples. He didn't bother to wipe it.
Yi Qingchen had seen this kind of scene in many martial arts movies, and knew that He Yanmo was healing Feng Yiying. He couldn't help but feel moved, and secretly sighed: "These two people usually seem to be incompatible. But they are...
Best friend, alas, he is lucky to have this friend!" She looked on outside, but somehow she felt timid and could not make up her mind to go in. She kept looking for reasons for herself: "Well
, He Yanmo is healing him. It is most likely at a critical moment. Naturally, I can't go in now to disturb him... Wait a little longer, wait a little longer and I will go in..." It took about a stick of incense.
, He Yanmo finally slowly finished his work. He patted Feng Yiying's back and said with a smile: "How do you feel?" There was finally a trace of blood on Feng Yiying's thin lips. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled lightly.
: "Fortunately, I can't die." He Yanmo smiled mischievously: "Of course you can't die. Anyway, I have sent nearly half of my internal energy to you. If you die again, you will be so sorry for me!"
A smile appeared on Feng Yiying's thin lips, but it disappeared in an instant. He turned around and looked at the guards around him, and said calmly: "What did you guys do just now?" The guards were stunned.
Lowering his head and not daring to look at him, one of them said: "Subordinate, I... went to buy some things." Feng Yiying looked at them quietly and sighed slightly: "Obviously I
I can't be deceived, so why are you still deceiving me?" Those guards panicked: "Subordinate, I don't dare!" Feng Yiying seemed to have waves flowing in his eyes, and said calmly: "Fang Gu, Yue.
Wu, how did you two get injured?" Van Gogh and Yuewu were both shocked, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads: "Subordinate...subordinate..." Feng Yiying's eyes were like the autumn moon on a cold pond, with a kind of beauty of its own.
His popularity made it impossible for his subordinates to tell lies anymore. He glanced at the crowd and said, "Where are Xing Huan and Yue Hu? Why aren't they here?"