He just designed to pretend to be seriously injured in order to make himself appear; and this palm technique, he insisted on not using it even though he had such internal power...
This young man actually impressed him a bit, maybe he could not kill him for the time being...
Just as he was silent and watching Fu Yunge rolling, something small caught his attention again.
That was what she had just pointed at his heart, and it fell out of his broken clothes. That's a dark blue pill.
The moment he saw it, he raised his head slightly. After a period of specious reflection, he turned around and ran towards the deepest end of the corridor.
Soon, a sound of sword flashes passed through the darkness at the end, followed by a low roar like a lion. Then from the end of the corridor, a flash of bright light slowly emerged.
Fu Yunge was in severe pain, but he vaguely felt the situation around him. Why didn't that person kill him...where did he go?
However, this outbreak was even worse than before. Because of the internal and external trauma, and the use of the zhenqi to suppress the injury, Fu Yunge tried several times to use old methods to suppress it, but to no avail.
Wave after wave of pain hit him, gradually eroding his consciousness. At the moment of crisis, an orange-yellow light slowly emerged and shone into his eyelids.
"who is it……"
Listening to his gritted teeth, the visitor did not answer. He slowly put down the lantern in his hand, leaned down, and pressed two fingers on Fu Yunge's back.
"I'm here to help you suppress it, don't act rashly."
A cold voice, with a touch of gentleness. Fu Yunge felt a burst of true energy emanating from the man's hand, and he slowly helped himself suppress the manic true energy.
"Hmm..." The visitor frowned, but quickly calmed down.
Soon, with the help of this person, Fu Yunge's pain temporarily subsided.
Fu Yunge was sweating profusely and had no strength left in his body. Blood dyed his clothes red, and the only thing he felt was dizziness.
Slowly opening his eyes, the person he saw was a face that could not conceal his stern look. I saw that his lips were dark purple, his cheekbones were slightly raised, and he looked different from ordinary people.
"Thank you, but who are you..." Fu Yunge breathed heavily and asked reluctantly.
The man said calmly: "Linyan Chunshui Building, deputy building owner, Yi Waihan."
"Deputy landlord?" Fu Yunge tried to get up from the ground, "Why... I've never heard of it..."
Yi Weihan held his shoulders and said, "Your condition is not stable. Please rest for a while."
Fu Yunge then had no choice but to lie back down. He was still looking straight at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, and suddenly remembered what happened just now: "By the way, there is an assassin in Linyan Chunshui Tower... Ahem, he ran over there..."
"I know." Yi Weihan was not surprised. "I just heard the sound of fighting in the corridor, and then I met the man with the bronze mask. I have punished him on the spot."
"He...is dead?" Fu Yunge was a little surprised, "Speaking of which, I did hear the noise over there just now..."
Yi Weihan's expression remained unchanged: "That man is quite powerful, but it's a pity that choosing Linyan Chunshui to attack was his greatest stupidity."
Fu Yunge couldn't help but believe it when he heard what he said. However, the opponent who could almost kill him was easily solved by this [Deputy Host]. It seemed that there was still a big gap between him and the master of Xuan Hui.
But just after thinking for a moment, Fu Yunge felt Yi Weihan's eyes on him. Then he suddenly remembered that he was a "trespasser", so he quickly told him everything he had just seen and heard.
Yi Weihan didn't show any look of blame. Listening to Fu Yunge breathlessly finishing what had just happened, he just nodded: "Chunshui Tower has not taken strict precautions. I need your help this time."
"Well, there's no need to thank me." Fu Yunge waved his hand, "I accepted your help. It's appropriate to take action when encountering such a thing."
But he almost lost it... He laughed at himself silently in his heart. If Yi Weihan, the deputy landlord, hadn't arrived in time...
etc……
Fu Yunge suddenly remembered what Boss Lu said before. Suddenly the corners of his eyes wrinkled slightly and became a shadow under the lamp.
Yi Weihan looked at him and quietly noticed this small change from the corner of his eye.
The warm light of the lantern dispelled the darkness just now. Fu Yunge rested for a while, and gradually he was able to sit and stand up.
During this period, Yi Weihan found him a suitable set of clothes. Fu Yunge thanked him and took it, but Yi Weihan had no intention of letting him stay for a long time.
Change your clothes. Yi Weihan had already helped him put away the scattered things such as Fu Yunge's Dahe Bodan.
Fu Yunge could see Yi Weihan's intention, not to mention that he sneaked in when the house was closed, so he shouldn't stay too long. So he simply bowed to Yi Weihan and said goodbye.
"If you need anything in the future, you can contact Boss Lu, or come to Chunshui Tower during spring and summer." Yi Weihan followed him downstairs.
"Yes. Master, you don't have to send me off." Fu Yunge said as he walked down.
Yi Weihan just breathed lightly: "I'm not sending you off. I just returned from abroad today, and I just happened to come to Chunshui Tower to put things away. I'm going to Fengyuan for a cloth tour."
Fu Yunge nodded, and the hesitation in the corner of his eyes quietly disappeared.
Yi Weihan didn't seem to notice his expression, and went downstairs with him to say goodbye to the bleak street outside.
Watching Fu Yunge gradually leave, Yi Weihan stood there in silence for a moment. Then he turned around and returned to Chunshui Tower, but did not go to the so-called Fengyuan Buddhism.
The door was closed and the lantern was dimmed. Everything was still dark. Yi Weihan walked slowly back upstairs, and a demonic bronze mask slowly slipped out of his sleeves.
There are people waiting on the second floor. I saw that the man looked familiar, but he looked extremely weak.
"I've been waiting for a long time." Yi Weihan looked at the man, unable to distinguish the emotion in his tone.
The waiter sat on a wooden wheelchair, his body like a deflated balloon. A series of crack-like wounds spread from the chest to the neck. Even if there were clothes to cover it, the dark red light from the wounds seemed to be visible.
The most distinguishing thing is a piece of cracked deerskin on the back of his neck.
"it's him……"
The voice was as hoarse as the bark of an old tree. Gui Xiao Zhangyuan looked at the boy who was fading away outside the window, a little weak hatred ignited in his eyes, and then slumped away.
Yi Weihan laughed coldly: "If you can remember what the character who beat you looks like, you seem to have not hurt your brain."
Gui Xiao Changyuan stared at this unpredictable person. After a brief confrontation, he sighed.
"Okay, I've satisfied your curiosity and won't mention this matter anymore." Yi Weihan spread his hands, "Since the road is impassable, the old boy has chosen him, so I can't kill him for you. Unless, you Can you give me corresponding [return]."
