fall into enemy hands

Zhan Feng took Xia Fan back to the inn, and happened to be followed by a little black cat. The black cat jumped on the bed, meowed and rubbed against Xia Fan's forehead, tilting its head to look at Zhan Feng.

What Zhan Feng doesn't understand the most is the way of ghosts, and now he wishes he could be a ghost, sucking all the yin energy from Xia Fan into himself.

Probably understanding Zhan Feng's bewilderment, the black cat let out a sad cry, and lay down next to Xia Fan without moving.

Zhan Feng stroked the furry head of the black cat, "Thank you very much."

Zhan Feng slept for a day and a night, recovered his energy and prepared to leave early in the morning, but when he was leaving the city, he encountered this black cat blocking his way, and he was not allowed to leave no matter what.Zhan Feng felt uneasy, thinking of the subtle tacit understanding between Xia Fan and those horses, he was taken by the black cat to a deserted place by accident, there was nothing suspicious around him except for the dying trees, he thought it was just the cat was hungry, but But the black cat circled around in place screaming miserably.

Zhan Feng had no choice but to squat down and touch the cat's head to persuade it not to make trouble. At this moment, the cat stretched out its slightly rough tongue to lick the back of his hand. At that moment, Zhan Feng felt Xia Fan.

He keenly invoked his divine sense, and really felt that Xia Fan was nearby!

But no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find any suspicious entrances.

He knew that Xiaoming would naturally not help him.

But he knew better what Xiaoming was thinking.

He helped him deal with the trouble of the little ghost king, and also made him the image of a good brother who protects his younger brother with all his strength.

In this way, he doesn't have to personally execute the little ghost king in a high-profile way to cause riots, and Xiao Ming can also reap the benefits of being a fisherman, just acting.

Kill two birds with one stone, logically.

Zhan Feng lifted Xia Fan's blood-stained skirt. This was not the first time he saw him get hurt, but it was the first time he felt the anger pouring down from his head.

One place, two times.

Zhan Feng treated Xia Fan's wound well. Xia Fan frowned, his face was pale, his lips were bloodless, he was sweating all over his body, and he slept very restlessly. Zhan Feng stared at Xia Fan and wiped his sweat for him; The words that could be hidden well were murmured, "Why... do you want to come back?"

What are you doing back here?Looking for him?What are you looking for?Does he...don't want to escape?

It wasn't that he was calling home every day, seeing him as an enemy, and never thought about being with him for a moment, but why now?

"Obviously I have let go, and I am determined not to waver. Why do you... people care so much?"

Xia Fan randomly grabbed Zhan Feng's sweating hand, Zhan Feng's hand was cold, and Xia Fan's hand was hot.

The black cat stood up and meowed, and Zhan Feng explained to it, "It's a nightmare to disturb the body with Yin Qi."

"Meow meow."

Zhan Feng looked out the window, the sky was orange, the top near the sky was gradually yellow, and the bottom near the ground was red.

This sunrise is beautiful.

I must show Xia Fan in the future, Zhan Feng thought.

Zhan Feng tried every means to make Xia Fan feel better, and gave him all the yang energy he could, but the yin energy seemed to grow in Xia Fan's body, and he just didn't want to leave.

"Sorry, I'm late."

The ghost king went through the door, slipped to the bedside in an instant, "How is he?"

Before Zhan Feng could answer, the black cat that was leaning on Xia Fan on the bed gave him a warning blow.

Zhan Feng picked up the black cat with fried hair, stroked it along its fur, and raised his usual calm look, "How about the little ghost king?"

"It took a while to be tied to Nether, and I also comforted my people."

Zhan Feng drew a shallow arc, "Congratulations, the only king."

The ghost king was attached to the person, with an obvious expression on his face. He placed his hand on Xia Fan's chest, and the corner of his mouth curled into an obvious arc, "Thank you for your help, my lord."

The wound on Xia Fan's chest had stopped bleeding, and Yin Qi rose from his chest in a twisted and indulgent arc to the ghost king's hands. The ghost king's slender hands gradually piled up and wrapped around black air, and the black air on his hands was compared to Xia Fan's body. Much more well-behaved, like a snake, from the wrist to the ghost king's arm, after all the visible yin energy on Xia Fan's body was sucked away, the upper body of the ghost king was wrapped in yin energy.

The Ghost King withdrew his hand and sighed, "Although he has been in the Netherworld for a short time, he was too much disturbed by the yin qi, and the young master's yang qi is strong, so stay with him more and cultivate for a few days."

With a light wave of the ghost king, the black energy on his body instantly disappeared, and Fu took out a square wooden block from his arms, "Light it up and put it on the bedside, it will relieve a lot if you inhale it."

Zhan Feng nodded, and the ghost king made a bow, but disappeared into the room without saying anything.

Zhan Feng lit incense and put it on the bed, moved the cat to the middle, lay on the outside of the bed, stared at Xia Fan without blinking.

Xia Fan had already slept soundly at this time, and the fragrance floated softly close to Xia Fan and surrounded him; Zhan Feng watched the gray smoke being sucked into his nose by Xia Fan's breathing, and suddenly laughed out of nowhere.

No matter why you smiled, but this smile seemed to express the depression in your heart, Zhan Feng thought for a while, reached out and carefully held Xia Fan's wrist, "No matter why you come back, if you shake me, I won't let you run away again!" gone."