Cheng Yuqi rushed forward with an anxious look on his face, grabbed Zhan Longhou's shoulders, and said urgently: "Grandpa, do you know where Hua Yuqiong is?!"
Zhan Longhou was startled and said subconsciously: "How come you are at Uncle Hua's place..."
"This matter cannot be explained in words, I will tell you in detail later!" Cheng Yu Qifeng finished speaking hurriedly, let go of Zhan Longhou and headed towards Dongyuan.
Zhan Longhou stared blankly at Cheng Yuqi's retreating back and murmured: "What's wrong with this brat?" Then his heart tightened and his eyes slightly opened, "Could it be that something happened in the palace?
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He glanced at the old painting man who was rushing here, wiped the rain from his face, and said loudly: "Dongyuan! Go to Dongyuan! Go to Hua Yuqiong's place!"
Zhan Longhou shouted, and at the same time he also boosted his energy and rushed towards Dongyuan.
Calamity glanced at Jiye, who was covering himself in a quilt inside the soundproof barrier, and said sadly: "Since that incident, the Holy Lord has suffered from such a disease..."
Muttering, he glanced at the indifferent Shang beside him and said, "Hey, are you sure you can just make such an ordinary soundproof barrier?"
"Although it's far from the barrier that Xiang put up with his own hands, it's still better than no barrier at all. The Holy Lord doesn't take the medicine, and he doesn't want to let Xiang come over, so that's all he can do." Shang responded, turning his head slightly,
Look out the window.
"Someone was passing by not far away."
"Oh," when he heard Shang's voice, Hui replied, "It's okay, that's the painting master's."
"Painting Master?"
Shang turned his head to look at Huo Hui, who was leaning against the window with his sword in his hand and watching the rain, "Is he the one you were talking about earlier?"
"Yeah." Fu nodded and said, "I forgot to tell you that he is a young man."
"To be able to get close to the Holy Lord and still make him resentful, I'm curious, what kind of young man is this?" Shang's cold eyes were full of curiosity.
Hearing this, Huo smiled softly and said, "He is indeed a strange person."
He has truly never seen such a person.
"Oh?" Shang's cold voice came out, "How do you say this?"
"If you didn't come here before, you don't know how strange the painter is."
The disaster on the side stood up from the ground, shook his legs, and whispered mysteriously: "He is the first person that the Holy Lord healed himself! Moreover, the Holy Lord also injected his blood into the body.
Enter his body and ensure his immortality for eternity!"
Shang's indifferent expression finally showed a crack, "Then he can also mobilize the Holy Lord's demonic shadow?"
"good."
Seeing Shang's surprised eyes, Quan smiled with great satisfaction.
"Not only that, his medical skills at a young age are amazing, and with the martial arts and body skills he has cultivated, there is no way that Huo and I can defeat her without using magic spirits!"
Hearing Hai's words, Hai glanced at him sideways, but did not refute. He turned his head quietly and continued to look at the rain.
Not only was he unable to defeat him, he was almost completely beaten.
Calamity suddenly smiled and said in a low voice: "Do you dare to step on the table and drink in front of the Holy Lord?"
"I don't dare." Shang shook his head slightly.
"Do you dare to hold the Holy Lord and rest on him?" Calamity asked.
Shang shook his head, "Of course I don't dare."
"Then you dare to lie in the arms of the Holy Lord, put your arms around his neck, almost strip him naked, kiss him, bite him and molest him?"
Shang's expression was complicated, "I don't want to lose my soul so early."
"I don't want to either." Quan nodded his head in sympathy, "But Mr. Hua has done it all!"
Shang was completely shattered now, his eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "Then how come he is still alive?"