[Douluo Dalu] Hu Liena

In the guest room, a bed made of pear wood was placed in a prominent position, and Hu Liena's delicate body was lying on this bed.

Her long hair as black as a waterfall, skin as jade as snow, moist thin lips as if dyed with peach blossoms, and the foxtail mark on her forehead seemed to add a gorgeousness to her pale face.

The charming face in front of her made Qian Jifeng, who was walking among thousands of flowers without touching a leaf, couldn't help but take a second look.

The coachman casually moved a wooden stool and placed it next to the bed. Qian Jifeng immediately sat down and stretched out his hand to inject soul power into Hu Liena's wrist. After a while, the center had an idea.

He said to the coachman: "It is not difficult to heal her injuries. All you need to do is seal her sea of ​​consciousness and sea of ​​energy with soul power, and then drink the medicine."

Hearing this, the coachman was a little puzzled. He hesitated for a moment and then said: "This will definitely consume most of the soul power. We don't have many people on this trip. If something happens, I'm afraid..."

Then he added: "Why don't you wait a few more days, maybe she will wake up!"

"There is something I must ask her before entering the Wuhun Hall. If I get to the Wuhun Hall, I'm afraid she won't have the chance to tell her." Qian Jifeng made a decision after hesitating.

The coachman understood what Qian Jifeng was referring to and said no more.

"Stay guard outside the door and don't let anyone disturb my mind!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The coachman bowed his hands and retreated out of the door.

I saw a faint golden light and domineering soul power ripples in the room, and Hu Liena's pale face gradually softened a lot.

After a long time, Qian Jifeng walked out of the guest room. The coachman saw his tired face and was a little worried, and was about to step forward to help him: "Your Majesty!"

Qian Jifeng only waved his hand and returned to his room alone.

About an hour later, the coachman came to Qian Jifeng's guest room again and asked for instructions: "Your Majesty, Hu Liena has woken up. Do you want to bring her over to see you?"

"No need!" Qian Jifeng's voice came from the guest room, with a hint of exhaustion in his voice.

After hearing this, the coachman returned to guard outside Hu Liena's door.

At the same time, Hu Liena had slowly gotten up from the bed. Due to the serious injury, her body was still a little weak when she woke up.

She looked around and saw that she was in a guest room, but she didn't know where it was.

When she opened the door, an old man with frosty white temples stopped her from going out. She had never seen this old man before, and she didn't know how she got here. She wanted to ask the old man about these things, but the old man kept silent and just said that he wanted her to have a good rest. She would understand in two days, and his attitude was not bad. .

Although she had doubts, her body did not allow her to do anything at this moment. She could only close the door and return to the guest room.

Hu Liena recalled the situation that day carefully, and couldn't figure out how Qian Jifeng used to track them to the Ice and Fire Eyes, and why she and Tang San didn't notice at all during that period. After that, Tang Hao misunderstood that she had brought the person there, and injured her in a rage. She had no idea what happened after she fell into coma.

With Tang Hao here, she wasn't worried about Tang San's safety. She just remembered Tang San's expression that day when he heard that Wuhundian was his enemy, and she couldn't help but feel sad. The hatred between father and son towards Wuhun Palace was so deep, how would she face Tang San in the future.

When Hu Liena was lost in thought, the door suddenly opened. What appeared in front of him was a man with extraordinary temperament. This man had his hair tied up and wearing a crown, his blond hair stuck close to his back, and his sharp-edged outline exuded an imposing aura.

Hu Liena was suddenly startled and asked in surprise: "Is it you?"

Qian Jifeng snorted coldly, "You seem surprised! It's me, so what can you do."

Since he caught me, why didn't he kill me? Does he have other purposes? Thinking about this, the consultant asked: "Why did you arrest me here?"

Qian Jifeng replied coldly: "Of course I will go back to Wuhun Palace! But before I go back, I want to figure out one thing."

one thing? What does he want to know? Hu Liena looked at him with confusion.

Qian Jifeng said directly: "Why did Bibi Dong kill my father more than twenty years ago!" When he said this, he stared at Hu Liena, with a chill flashing in his eyes.

He only knew that Bibi Dong killed Qian Xunji, but he didn't know why he killed her. What could make a wife kill her husband. He didn't believe that Bibi Dong did this for the sake of the Pope's position. Bibi Dong was the previous Saint of Wuhun Palace, and the Pope's position would be hers sooner or later. When the Wuhun Palace changed that day, he forced Bibi Dong in all kinds of ways, and made all kinds of rude words just to force her to tell the truth, but Bibi Dong would rather die than tell, which made him want to know the promise even more.

After becoming the Pope, he began to investigate what happened back then. As a result, very few people in Wuhun Palace knew about it. Those who knew the truth kept silent due to the pressure of Qian Daoliu.

Hu Liena's unintentional words last time in the Star Forest made Qian Jifeng vaguely feel that she seemed to know something, so she was willing to risk spending most of her soul power to treat her injuries.

Hearing this, Hu Liena's expression suddenly changed, and then she lowered her head and didn't look at him again.

Seeing her look like this, Qian Jifeng already knew the answer. He approached her step by step and said in a deep voice: "You know that right?"

Hu Liena was forced to take a few steps back.

Only then did she realize that Qian Jifeng hated Bibi Dong so much because he didn't know the truth, but should she tell him? If you tell him, will he let Bibi Dong go?

Can he accept the reality that Qian Xunji defiled Bibi Dong and gave birth to him? If you can't accept it, will you take even more crazy revenge?

Just as she was struggling in her heart, Qian Jifeng reached out and pinched her jade neck, forcing her to look at him, and shouted angrily: "Speak!"

Hu Liena was still seriously injured, and she couldn't breathe when he pinched her like this, let alone talk.

Qian Jifeng seemed to notice this, and then relaxed his hand a little.

Hu Liena coughed a few times and said: "When I entered the Wuhun Hall, I was just a child about the same size as you. I don't know those old things."

"You won't even tell me the truth?" Qian Jifeng said encouragingly, but also with some disappointment.

Then he stared at Hu Liena and whispered: "Na'er, who caught dragonflies with me in the garden when we were children, would never lie!"

Hearing this, Hu Liena also stared at him and said sternly: "My brother, who played with me in the garden when I was a child, is simple and sincere, and would never be as despicable as you!"

This sentence seemed to prick the pain deep in Qian Jifeng's heart.

"Despicable!" Qian Jifeng said and sneered a few times, slowly let go of his hand, and walked out of the inn with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Seeing him leave, Hu Liena finally felt relieved. She was about to close the door when she accidentally discovered a purse at the corner of the door.

She picked up her purse and saw an exquisite totem embroidered on it. She seemed to have seen that totem somewhere before, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

The cold moonlight fell on this deserted land, making this desert seem even more silent. In the loess next to the inn, a dead tree trunk was leaning over, half-buried and half-buried. Sitting on the dead tree trunk was a man in rich clothes. The man was holding a pot of wine in his hand and was drinking heavily. From time to time, he would say, "My childhood, my childhood..." and sneer a few times as I read.

A gust of cool wind blew by, messing up his hair close to his back and raising his loose robe. He sat alone under the moonlight, with only the wine in his hand and the loneliness of the night to accompany him.

Qian Jifeng was only a ten-year-old child when he left Wuhun Hall. The only person who accompanied him at that time was an old man driving a car. From then on, he and the old man depended on each other. The old man's soul power was not high and his talent was mediocre, so Qian Jifeng was often bullied when he was a child. He and the old man lived a life of no fixed abode.

Because of this, he often thinks of his days in Wuhun Palace. He didn't know why his mother asked him to go out alone to practice, and he didn't know how long the practice lasted. Ever since he left Wuhun Hall, he had been waiting for his mother to pick him up, but as time passed, he gradually understood that not only would his mother not come to pick him up, but she also hoped that he would never go back.

After he figured it out, he vowed that one day he would return to the Spirit Hall on his own.