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Huan Ziang was obviously more cautious this time, a circle of people surrounded Ji Huai tightly, together with Zhan Hua.

"Hey, Fengyu Pavilion, Cangkongmen." The man wearing half a golden mask leaned lazily at the entrance of the cave, but his eyes fell on the surrounded Ji Huai, and he shouted at him from a distance: "Master Ji Qi!" , the things around you are not good, just now that monk wanted to kill you! I will not be willing to kill you with your appearance, come to my side quickly, how about we stay together and fly together?"

Ji Huai's face twisted for a while, and he tightly held Zhan Hua's wrist, obviously ruthless.

Although Ji Huai was a bit of a jerk and a playboy on weekdays, he was well-bred in the final analysis. He was naturally angry when he was so rudely molested by a man in broad daylight.

As for what Quan Ning said, he naturally wouldn't believe a single word.

"Ridiculous!" Ji Huai cursed in a low voice.

"Hahahaha, it's not absurd, it's not absurd!" Quan Ning laughed loudly, and easily passed the crowd with a light tap of his toes, "Just now I didn't see Mr. Ji Qi's face clearly, now I think this trip is worth it! There are still people It is absurd and absurd to kill you directly by throwing everything away!"

"Half-faced Rakshasa!" Huan Ziang drew his long sword out of its sheath, with a serious expression on his face, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Zhan Hua next to Ji Huai also frowned slightly.

Even the people in Cangkongmen stopped their hands when they heard the words.

Quan Ning's eyes fell on Zhan Hua leisurely again, "You monk is a bit interesting, taking human life is such a detour, it's not fair and aboveboard!"

"Withdraw!" The leader of Cangkongmen let out a low voice, and the group of people left quietly again.

Quan Ning raised his eyebrows, not seeming surprised at all.

Huan Ziang glanced at Zhan Hua upon hearing this.

But Ji Huai protected Zhan Hua to death, "It's nonsense! Don't sow discord here!"

"Tut tsk tsk." Quan Ning sighed, and a wicked smile suddenly appeared on his face, "It seems that we can only grab it hard."

"Quan Ning, don't underestimate our Feng Yu Pavilion!" Someone shouted angrily.

Quan Ning laughed, and said in surprise: "Feng Yu Pavilion? Are you worthy of letting me see it?"

Before everyone could react, everyone in Fengyu Pavilion suddenly collapsed.

"Let's go!" Huan Ziang grabbed Ji Huai and shouted to the rest of the people: "It's been tricked!"

"It's late, it's late!" Quan Ning grinned, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and the rest of the standing people also fell to the ground.

When Ji Huai fainted, he raised his head with difficulty, but saw Zhan Hua standing there motionless, just lowering his eyes slightly, looking at him without sadness or joy.

Extremely indifferent.

Then Ji Huai completely lost consciousness.

Quan Ning, who was standing not far from them, showed a meaningful smile, and said to Zhan Hua, "May I ask your honorable name?"

Zhan Hua took his gaze away from Ji Huai and looked up at him indifferently.

"You don't deserve to know."

Saying such words in the coldest tone successfully angered Quan Ning, Quan Ning said with a smile: "Then try."

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When Ji Huai woke up, he thought he had just had a ridiculous dream.

"woke up?"

Ji Huai got up, the cold and wet touch made him shiver, he rubbed his arms vigorously, "Zhan Hua?"

"Ah."

"Where are we?" He glanced at the gloomy environment and the jagged rocks around him, feeling a little familiar.

"Deep in the cave before." Zhan Hua's voice suddenly approached, and a cool hand rested on his shoulder.

Ji Huai trembled almost instinctively. He turned his head and saw Zhan Hua before he breathed a sigh of relief. He patted his heart and said, "You scared me to death."

Zhan Hua looked at him more and more indifferently, and with the tip of his other finger holding a thin blade, he quickly turned it around where Ji Huai could not see.

"No!" Ji Huai stood up suddenly, pressed his shoulders, and stared at him solemnly.

Zhan Hua's hand in the sleeve tightened suddenly, and his eyes fell directly on Ji Huai's neck. Once Ji Huai made a move, he could kill him in an instant.

"Your injury!" Ji Huai suddenly moved closer to him and looked at his back.

Ji Huai's neck was exposed in front of Zhan Hua, even if Zhan Hua was seriously injured, it would be easy to take his life at this time, and it would not even take much effort.

"Are you stupid?" Ji Huai tore off his monk robe.

Ji Huai's movement was too sudden, and Zhan Hua was seriously injured at this time, and he was slow to react, so he couldn't react in time.

Ji Huaihen glanced at him ironically, and directly took off the blood-stained monk's robe and threw it aside.

Zhan Hua shook his hand, and the blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, fell to the ground.

The voice was so faint that Ji Huai didn't hear it at all, but was shocked in place by the shocking injuries on Zhan Hua's body.

Zhan Hua stood there silently, looking at Ji Huai.

If eyes could kill, Ji Huai would probably die a dozen times now.

However, Ji Huai didn't notice it, took off his outer robe, and directly took off his middle coat and tore it into strips.

"What are you doing?" Zhan Hua asked.

"Bandage for you." Ji Huai's hand that tore the cloth trembled slightly, even because his hands were soft or the cloth was too good, he tore it several times without tearing it open, "You bleed so much, you will die if you don't bandage it."

"What does my death have to do with you?" Zhan Hua asked indifferently.

Ji Huai tore it several times without tearing it open, so he just started to bite, his mind was all on tearing the cloth strip, and he didn't think much about it when he heard the words, he just said perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, yes, I know you monks look down on life and death and transcend the world of mortals, but fate It's still very important, in the eyes of us ordinary people, living is the most important thing, understand?"

Zhan Hua felt that it was meaningless to ask Ji Huai such a question.

This innocent and carefree young master is really annoying.

Zhan Hua thought so, and was pushed by Ji Huai to sit on the ground.

Ji Huai frowned and looked at the bloody hole on his back shoulder that had been scribbled, and said nervously, "Isn't it enough to just wrap up the wound?"

"En." Zhan Hua responded impatiently.

"I'm going to find some herbs—" Ji Huai paused just as he was about to stand up, and said a little dejectedly, "But I don't know herbs."

Zhan Hua felt that Ji Huai was even noisy, but he heard himself saying to Ji Huai: "There is medicine in the clothes."

Ji Huai's eyes lit up, and he went to pull his blood-stained robe.

Ji Huai was only wearing a thin layer of obscene clothes, and when he squatted down, the tie was accidentally stretched, revealing a dazzlingly white skin.

Zhan Hua looked back indifferently.

"Found it!" Ji Huai stood up a little excitedly and shook the small porcelain bottle in his hand, "I know this, golden sore medicine, right?"

Zhan Hua was too lazy to talk to him.

But Ji Huai ran behind him to treat his wound. The moment Ji Huai's warm fingers touched Zhan Hua's back, Zhan Hua's back straightened suddenly, and his whole body tensed up.

Sure enough, he still couldn't trust anyone, not even Ji Huai who was powerless.

"I'll do it myself." Zhan Hua stretched out his hand to Ji Huai, "Give me the medicine."

"You come by yourself?" Ji Huai pointed to the large and small wounds on his arm, "Master Zhanhua, look at your wounds, do you think it's appropriate for you to say this? If you keep restrained, the blood will dry up."

Zhan Hua: "..."

idiot.

Zhan Hua scolded in his heart, always feeling angry from somewhere.

However, the facts proved that the young master was the young master. After Ji Huai finished bandaging the wound on Zhan Hua's body, there was not a single bit of the priceless golden sore medicine left.

Zhan Hua, whose wound was strangled tightly, looked at the empty porcelain bottle expressionlessly, and took a deep breath.

If it wasn't for the inappropriate time and place, he would have strangled the idiot Ji Huai first.

"Hiss—" There was a sudden sharp pain in the lower back, and Zhan Hua gasped in pain.

"Sorry, sorry!" Ji Huai's hands were still shaking a little, and he looked at him worriedly, "I accidentally shook my hands, are you okay?"

Zhan Hua bit his back molars, the corners of his mouth curled up in a slight arc, and his voice was calm and gentle: "It's okay, thank you."

The author has something to say:

Zhan Hua's suffering has just begun (smile)