Young Sovereign, he wants to die every day

The next moment he shouted, Yan Xubai only felt a burst of sweet ambergris.Those who have not yet answered, feel that they can no longer stand.

The entire palm of the visitor was covered with blood, and there was a wisp of pale breath entangled between his fingers, and there were some broken white jade-like spiritual root branches.

There was no hesitation in this palm.

Like a sudden gust of wind, thunder flattened the ground.

Yan Xubai froze in place, unable to believe what just happened.I just feel that it is difficult to breathe, but I don't feel any pain.

Dulujian is still quiet, the morning light is faint, and the raindrops are getting denser and denser.Yan Xubai couldn't see it, but felt that the silk cloth on his face was wet and stuck to his face, which made him very unhappy.

Don't want to just fall down like this, take a deep breath, stimulate the sea of ​​energy, circulate the spiritual energy, and melt away worry-free.

"Who are you? How dare you act presumptuously in Luozhao Mountain." Every time Yan Xubai took a breath, he felt severe pain in his chest, especially the wound in his abdomen.

The "murderer" just stood silently, looked at the spiritual root branch in his hand, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Yan." He turned and walked away like a fairy.

After barely standing for a while, feeling that this person had really left, Yan Xubai half knelt on the ground with his sword propped up.

"No, who is this person, why can he walk wantonly in the dojo, I have no grievances with him, why should I do this?"

A bunch of questions floated up in Yan Xubai's mind.

"No, I have to heal quickly. I need to talk to my grandfather." Yan Xubai's spiritual consciousness was still clear, and he immediately activated his spiritual energy to breathe out.

But with the circulation of spiritual energy, Yan Xubai realized just how vicious that person was just now, and most of his spiritual roots were damaged.Naturally, what Fu Guilan left for her was also taken away.

Yan Xubai knows what this means, things like spiritual roots can naturally be raised back, but [-]% of his spiritual roots are damaged, and there is no way to repair them in more than ten years!

Then how to take over Yanmen with this crippled body?

Thinking of this, Yan Xubai's heart was suddenly disturbed, and there was a piercing pain in his chest, and then he vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Wouldn't this be my robbery?"

A strange idea suddenly exploded in my mind.

Yan Xubai couldn't help laughing at himself: "Sure enough, I still can't make it through." After getting up with difficulty, he realized, but in just a short while, his aura was almost gone

This body just can't hold on anymore.

Touching the wound on the abdomen, it was extremely sticky, and a strong smell of blood came to his nostrils. At this time, Yan Xubai really understood why his grandfather paid so much attention to it before.

"It's not certain whether you can survive..." Yan Xubai said in a low voice, speaking to himself.

"Master Yan!"

There was another whisper, Yan Xubai's heart skipped a beat.

It was Fu Guilan.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to respond, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Don't talk, I'll take you in to heal your wounds." Seeing someone vomiting blood, Fu Guilan rushed forward, helped the person who was about to faint, and quickly sealed several big acupuncture points on him to slow down the flow of spiritual energy.

"It's work."

After getting the consent, Fu Guilan quickly picked him up and was about to walk towards the house, but before Fu Guilan took two steps, Yan Xubai, who was still safely leaning in the person's arms just now, turned cold instantly, and said bluntly Said: "Let me down."

Fu Guilan ignored it and walked towards the house.

Seeing that he didn't intend to stop, Yan Xubai immediately laid the long sword in his right hand across his neck.

"Sir, put me down..."

"Your injury."

"Grandfather is still in the dojo, don't worry about it, Mister."

There was a moment of silence, the rain continued to fall around, the sound of rain was everywhere, and there was only the sound of rain.

Fu Guilan hugged the person, but was still unwilling to let go. The long sword on the neck had already cut into the skin vaguely, oozing some blood.

"Mr. Yan..." Fu Guilan stood on the spot, without moving his feet, shook his head slightly, and said, "Heal the wound first."

But Yan Xubai was still determined, because he had lost too much blood and his spiritual energy dissipated quickly, his hands had already started to tremble slightly, Fu Guilan also felt that the anger in the person in his arms was getting weaker and weaker, the blood on his face almost disappeared, and the color on his lips turned pale Nearly white.

"Let go... If the master is good for me, let me go to my grandfather. Cough...cough... Otherwise, wait a little longer until I bleed out...First... sir is the Da Luo Jinxian, I'm afraid... can't save me..." Yan Xubai Gritting his teeth and uttering these words, in just a few short sentences, he had exhausted all his strength, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Left and right couldn't withstand his threat of life, so Fu Guilan bowed slowly and put down the person's feet first.Seeing that he could stand up, she gently released the hand supporting his back.

"How offending..." Yan Xubai covered his abdominal wound with one hand, and withdrew the sword with the other.

Fu Guilan didn't speak, just looked at him, so weak that he could shatter with a single poke.His hands were still beside Yan Xubai's side, just supporting him vainly, without touching anyone, but it was able to prevent him from falling down.

"Are you leaving like this?"

There was no reply, no movement, Fu Guilan still supported the person like this.

Yan Xubai was still holding the sword in his hand, his whole body was tense, and his mouth began to feel a little bitter. Although he didn't want to speak, he still opened his mouth: "Sir, you don't have to think about others all the time when you do things in the future. Cough...cough...this time, what did you do?" Just fine."

"If Mr. Yan has misunderstood me, why don't you heal your wounds in Dulujian, and I will explain to you. You came to the dojo to treat illnesses, how can you leave like this now."

Yan Xubai shook his head, his heart was confused, he really didn't know whether he should trust the person in front of him or not.

Seeing the person standing still without speaking, Fu Guilan thought that he had changed his mind, and immediately took a step forward, saying: "Follow me back to the house first, and heal your wounds."

The fragrance of the night acacia almost enveloped Yan Xubai, and he felt at ease when he smelled it on weekdays.But now, the faintly sweet and greasy smell mixed in that fresh fragrance instantly made Yan Xubai want to escape from here again.

"Mr. Yan..." Fu Guilan called softly, and took another step forward.

I've said everything I need to say, it's up to him whether he understands it or not, now he's in a mess, and he's seriously injured, so he has to go to Yiyuan to find his grandfather.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, Yan Xubai didn't want to make trouble, immediately pulled out Wuyou, turned around and stabbed with the sword.

Originally, he just wanted to drink away the descendants, but there was a smell of blood.

Wuyou cut Fu Guilan's arm directly, and the wide sleeve was bright red.

Yan Xubai didn't expect to be stabbed, he took a few steps back in shock, and escaped from Fu Guilan's embrace, "Sir, you shouldn't... you shouldn't...why didn't you hide..."

"I never thought about it, no matter how mischievous you are..." Fu Guilan looked up at the young man in front of him.

That's right, I never thought that you could strike so quickly without showing any mercy.

Fu Guilan closed his voice, changed his usual tone, and said: "Forget it, I won't say these words. Then you... Take care all the way."

Yan Xubai turned around, took a few steps forward and stopped suddenly, raised his sword in front of his body, and said reluctantly: "Sir... the student is leaving."

After saying that, he lowered his hand, and the sword almost slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Yan Xubai turned around and walked towards Zhehua Road, in this spring rain, it was time to respond to the robbery.

"I never thought that sir would be my doom."

At first, he could maintain his body shape, but when he stumbled down Dulujian, his footsteps were already flimsy.If he could see it, Yan Xubai would probably be able to see small pools of blood every few steps on the mountain road behind him when he turned his head at this time, which was very conspicuous under the faint skylight.

The flow of blood and spiritual energy made him feel tired and sleepy, but he couldn't sleep. If he fell asleep, he would die here.

When Yan Xubai was on Zhehua Road, he sealed a few meridians on his body again, so the flow of spiritual energy and blood was slow.But it took more energy for him to walk to Yiyuan.

Yan Xubai walked for more than a quarter of an hour on a short mountain road.Just as he entered Yiyuan courtyard, he could vaguely hear someone talking.

"Young Sect Master! Young Sect Master... why are you injured!"

A disciple of the Yan family stepped forward to help Yan Xubai, and after a while, other disciples of the Yan family also surrounded him.

"Just now, the suzerain said he was going to find you, and that he was worried about something wrong with you. What's wrong with you, young suzerain?"

"Grandfather..." Yan Xubai felt relieved when he heard that his grandfather was here, "Help me...help me find my grandfather."

At this moment, Yan Xubai could hardly speak, but he still held his breath and waited to see his grandfather.

"Sect Master is here!"

"Suzerain! Here! The young suzerain is here!"

There was a lot of people around my ear, and a pair of withered and old hands held Yan Xubai's arm, "Let's go, go back to the house first. I'll go to the dojo for an explanation afterwards."

When Yan Xubai heard his grandfather's angry voice, he could almost imagine what his grandfather would do next.

"Grandfather, don't." Yan Xubai took Han Feizhou's wrist with one hand, and said slowly, "I have doubts in my heart, so don't make it up, grandfather."

Yan Guyun's heart ached, seeing that his grandson's face was pale and he was trying to figure out what happened, he was really angry.But at this time, he was still not allowed to investigate clearly, and he couldn't help asking: "If you don't ask questions, you, the majestic young master of the Yan family, was injured and left in the dojo. And the dojo won't give an explanation?"

Yan Xubai shook his head and said: "Grandfather..." Hearing the anger in Yan Guyun's tone, he still wanted to persuade him, but just as he opened his mouth, blood came out again.

This mouthful of blood was accumulated in Yan Xubai's chest after he sealed the veins along the Zhehua Road, and when he got excited at this moment, he vomited it out completely.

The surrounding disciples panicked in fright.

Yan Guyun saw that he was not in good condition, but he still wanted to say something, and he was extremely anxious at the moment.

"You guys, send the Young Sect Master to the house first." Without saying a word, Yan Guyun ordered the disciples around him, "Set a barrier for me in the wing room, and no one can enter."

Slowly, Yan Xubai was settled properly, Yan Guyun concealed the others, infused him with spiritual energy to heal his injuries, and fed Yanmen's life-saving elixir "Jiuzhuan Ganhe Pill".After another half an hour, Yan Guyun let his grandson speak.

"Tell me, what do you think." Yan Guyun's face was sullen, his voice was low and angry.

Yan Xubai leaned against the head of the bed, covered half of his body with a brocade quilt, and said slowly: "Yan Yu is ashamed of Yan Clan and grandfather."

Yan Guyun still thought that he could say something, but the image of Yan Xubai when he was young and went to Dingling alone appeared in his mind.Looking at the present, he should be a good boy, but he was injured like this, and now he still thinks about Yanmen in everything.Yan Guyun couldn't help being sad in his heart, and said: "The matter of the Yan family... can only be said to be luck."

After hearing this, Yan Xubai felt even more guilty.

Although he was taught severely on weekdays, when something happened, Yan Guyun was the most nervous about Yan Xubai.

Yan Xubai continued: "Grandfather, [-]% of my spiritual root has been destroyed. And the disease of leaving the soul has not been cured, after Yanmen..."

"I have raised you for many years, and I only want you to change the fate of the Yan family. At that time, Han Feizhou swore to me that I am still in the dojo, but I can still make people hurt you!" Yan Guyun stood up immediately, and his anger became even stronger. Tim, "I'm going to find Han Feizhou right now and ask him to give me an explanation."

"I know who hurt me, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes, so I can't make a judgment."

"Who is it?" Yan Guyun asked, and the joints in his hands made noises unconsciously, "Even if I search Luozhao Mountain, I have to find it."

"Grandfather, don't..."

"You are so hesitant, do you know that person or do you have a lot of friendship? Do you know that you are raising a tiger? If you are injured like this today, what about tomorrow? It is impossible to guarantee that he will not kill you? "Yan Guyun was a little excited.

Yan Xubai sat up, tore off the silk ribbon that had been attached to his eyes, held it in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Probably...no."

Looking at him like this, Yan Guyun felt nothing but anxiety in his heart.He wanted to clarify the matter as soon as possible, and peel the skin and bones of the person who had hurt the Young Sect Master of the Yan Clan.But if the grandson didn't talk about life and death, he could only sigh unceasingly, there was nothing he could do.

"Grandfather, wait until I feel better. I will naturally settle the matter with that person. Grandfather will not come to the dojo to make trouble during this time. At this time... the Yan family is the most important thing." Yan Xubai took a breath, feeling strange in his heart, Both angry and unwilling, and even a little sad.

"Okay, then wait until you get better before discussing this matter." Yan Guyun also compromised, in fact, he also had an idea in his heart, as for who it was, did he really think he couldn't see it?Then his more than 80 years have been in vain.

"Thank you grandfather." Although Yan Xubai couldn't get up, he still bowed slightly and saluted Yan Guyun.Hearing the sound of Yan Guyun's footsteps disappearing from the room, Yan Xubai sat alone on the bed, the black silk cloth in his hands had been neatly folded and held in the palm of his hand.

"Am I... beating the grass to scare the snake?" Yan Xubai laughed dumbly.

Apart from the unpleasantness at the end, I would like to thank Fu Guilan for taking care of me in the dojo this year.

But... in the future, if you can see him, then let's see him.

Yan Xubai was lying on the bed, the pain in his body was better, and his face was relieved, but he muttered: "Tomorrow... there are still many things to do..."

Tomorrow, he will practice the secret technique again and mend his spiritual roots.

Tomorrow, I will tell my grandfather that the doom has come. Fortunately, I am still alive and can take me back to Yanmen.

Tomorrow, if I have a chance, I would like to say goodbye to Xu Xu as well.

Leave everything until tomorrow.