When he brought this man to Wuhua Sect, Zhenjun Lingche regretted it again. What is he thinking about?
What do comatose people know? It's just subconscious trouble. San'er is confused by the fever. Could it be that he is also confused by the fever?
So what if we bring him here? Those who are unable to participate in the initial selection registration will also be deemed to have given up. Wouldn't it be even more hurtful if he woke up halfway and found that he was disqualified from participating in the conference because he fell asleep? It would be better to stay with him in his own sect and stay out of sight.
But it’s all here. Hearing that Zhenjun Lingche was coming, Zhenjun Taihe entrusted his disciples to him and asked him to take care of them. In this way, it was even more impossible to return to the sect halfway. In desperation, Zhenjun Lingche had to temporarily stay in the guest house to observe Xie Shi's condition, always vigilant, for fear of some irreversible accident.
As expected, Xie Shi was unable to wake up from his coma until this morning, which also announced that he had passively given up on the competition. This makes Zhenjun Lingche both worried and helpless. Can't this kid save people some peace of mind?
It's not all bad news. When he was discovered that day, his body was so hot that it could almost burn him to death. It was really frightening. However, as time went by, and they left the Huyang sect until they landed in the territory of the Wuhua sect, the temperature of Xie Shi's body dropped sharply. In the past, it would feel hot to the touch even through the robes, but now it is only slightly hot, which can be regarded as a pleasant surprise. The change.
In fact, all his physical signs have returned to normal this morning, but he doesn't know why he hasn't woken up yet. Seeing the possibility that he would not wake up in a short time, Zhenjun Lingche had no choice but to give up his plan to fight for his son. He asked the disciples who stayed behind to look after the good people and led the participating disciples to the square.
I don’t know if it was predestined or something, but there happened to be an urgent matter and they had to turn around and go back to the guest house to deal with it. The group of people had to postpone going to the venue and rush towards the guest house.
It was less than an hour before the opening ceremony.
Before he could enter the courtyard, he heard someone coming to report, and Xie Shi suddenly woke up. At this time, it was quite a big competition and the opening ceremony was all over the place. A group of people rushed into the living room to watch people.
"What's going on?" I saw Xie Shi's room from a distance, but found that the two disciples I had previously assigned to take care of were not in the room. They were sitting slumped in front of the door. The wooden door was in tatters as if it had been damaged. There was a wooden door next to it. The extra thick pillar seemed to be split in the middle and tilted, as if it would collapse at any time.
The two people who collapsed immediately turned around when they heard this. When they saw Zhenjun Lingche, their faces lit up with joy: "Uncle Lingche!"
At this time, everyone discovered that there was still a faint trace of blood dripping from the corners of the mouths of these two people, and their bodies were covered in dust. Their chests were hit again with traces of dust, and they didn't know what they had been hit by. This realization made Lord Lingche's heart tighten, and he immediately thought of something bad, and said anxiously: "What happened? Where is San'er?"
At this time, he couldn't wait for the two to answer, and rushed into the room without waiting for them to speak. The disciples behind him could only follow him and watch.
"Uncle Lingche, no, wait..." The two people's stopping voices failed to reach each other's ears.
When Zhenjun Lingche was about to step into the threshold of the wing, a burst of hot air hit his face. It was scorching hot, and suddenly Lingche Zhenjun seemed to feel that his soul was also touched by this heat. He faintly felt that the blood in his body was also surging. For an instant, he seemed to be in a vast universe of nothingness, forgetting his surroundings and what he wanted to do.
After being unable to calm down for a long time, Zhenjun Lingche forced down the vast and ethereal feeling and said in a low voice: "Let's go. No, you guys wait here, I will go in personally." After saying that, he stepped into the room without looking back. Door.
At this moment, Lingche Zhenjun did not turn around, otherwise he would probably find that these disciples would not be able to follow him. The expressions of several of them were trance-like, as if they had taken some ecstasy, and they were in a state of chaos. But now he has no mind to care about this——
Stepping into the private room, any scene rehearsed in my mind would be less shocking than seeing it with my own eyes.
There are two completely different worlds outside and inside. The inside of the wing is like a furnace. Being in it is like being roasted by fiery rocks. Even Lingche Zhenjun was slightly dazed for a moment.
The more this happens, the more worried Lingche Zhenjun becomes. With this series together, what he was more worried about at the moment was the current situation of San'er. Even though he was only three or two steps away, and even though he knew that the sooner he could find the other party in this unknown situation, the better, Zhenjun Lingche still inevitably developed a "cowardly" mentality.
He is also afraid that he will see some scenes that are beyond his tolerance...
Lifting the last curtain, Lingche Zhenjun was stunned by the sight in front of him.
By the time he reacted, the room was completely silent. The sounds outside had been cut off and the flow of spiritual energy in the room had slowed down. The entire space seemed to have been isolated.
It turned out that before Zhenjun Lingche could react, he subconsciously threw away the spiritual talisman and sealed the entire space. His spiritual sense wandered around the surrounding area and found no "eyes" with ulterior motives, so he felt relieved.
It's no wonder that Lord Lingche reacted so violently. The situation in front of him was, to be honest, too horrifying. If it were leaked out, let alone his third son, the Huyang sect would never have peace.
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The brilliance gradually faded, and the shocking virtual image gradually dissipated in the air. All the heat and blazing disappeared completely, and the small space quickly returned to tranquility, as if everything just now was just a dream.
Only a few traces were left to tell the other person in the room that what he had just seen was not an illusion.
Lord Lingche sat gently on the edge of the cave, bent down and picked up a piece of bright red feather, with the tail hanging down long, as long as a palm. You can feel the abundant spiritual energy coming from Ling Yu's interior just by holding it gently in your palm.
The long eyelashes of the slumped man trembled slightly, and his brows twisted uneasily for a while, and soon his eyes were half-closed, as if they were about to open.
As soon as Xie Shi opened his eyes, he saw Zhenjun Lingche sitting on a plate.
After sleeping for several days, and the dream-like experiences he had experienced these days, Xie Shi was still a little dazed. He seemed not to understand the current situation, his eyes were straight, and he could not reply for a long time.
"……father."
The next moment, Lingche Zhenjun hula slapped the child on the head. His voice was both angry and urgent, and he was completely helpless: "You still know how to call me daddy. I thought you wanted to just sleep like this. There was no explanation for what to do. Before, you still knew how to call me daddy." You said you have grown up... you are such a worried guy, I should call you daddy. Next time, I will definitely ask your brother to deal with you."
Not long after Xie Shi woke up, he was scolded by his father and was stunned.
