Dragon King relies on green tea

Jing Qian almost trembled every step, each step was extremely heavy.

He didn't know how he got to Zisang Yanshu's side, and he didn't know how he took off the white clothes.

Even when he saw the face of the man under the white clothes for the first time, he couldn't be sure that the man who was so dry that he was almost out of shape was his father.

Even though his body is withered and his appearance has changed drastically, no matter how much he changes, it is impossible for Jing Qian not to recognize his father.

It wasn't until a long time later that he took Jing Lian from Zisang Yanshu, choked up and called out: "Father..."

At that moment, all the luck that could comfort me before collapsed, all emotions burst out from the bottom of my heart, even if there was no sound, tears kept falling from my eyes.

There were only three of them who came out of Danxue Mountain.

Ye Xingyue looked behind them, and there was no one else. He suddenly had an ominous premonition, and asked in a low voice: "The people who escaped from Tingcheng, he said, there are still people alive. Could it be that they also..."

"Sorry……"

Looking at Jing Qian, who was emotionally broken, and those who were waiting for him with hope, Zi Sang Yanshu looked up shamelessly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry... I'm incompetent, I didn't save any of them..."

Originally, there were still living people, and many, many people who could survive, but he couldn't save any of them. He even saw them lying in front of him, helpless.

"It's me who is incompetent..."

Zisang Yanshu lowered his head and repeated this sentence over and over again.

Obviously, in this world, no matter people, gods, or monsters, there is no one who can contend with him, but he just can't save these creatures from Feng Yi's hands.

Looking at Zisang Yanshu's injuries, Jing Qian lowered his eyes and said softly, "I know Dragon King has done his best, thank you Dragon King for bringing my father back."

"Father, my son will take you home now!" Jing Qian raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face with red eyes, and walked towards Tingcheng's tent with Jing Lian's body in his hands.

Jing Lian guarded the border and stayed in Tingcheng for half his life. Tingcheng is equivalent to Jing Lian's home.

As a general guarding the city, Jing Qian believed that even if he died, his father would also want to be buried on the battlefield, and his soul would still want to protect the city. This was his lifelong belief.

The more guilty Zisang Yanshu felt, the louder the cries of those resentful spirits in his ears, and the devilish energy trapped in his body also became agitated, trying to break free from his shackles.

When the frost on his body spread again, Ye Junche just wanted to send spiritual power to Zisang Yanshu, the next moment a gentle spiritual power enveloped him.

Zi Sang Yanshu looked up, and saw Ming Yu standing in front of him with frowned brows, channeling his true energy to melt away the frost on his body, his face was full of impatience, and he said very angrily: " Why did you become like this again? Even if Feng Yi is possessed, he shouldn't be able to make you so embarrassed."

When he said this, Ming Yu turned his eyes towards Ye Junche. At this moment, Zi Sang Yanshu had no strength to keep Ye Junche behind him, so he smiled wryly and replied, "I was careless, let him get into it." Fortunately, he was beaten out of his wits, so it counts as helping you out?"

"Stubborn!" Ming Yu scolded angrily, and quietly probed Ye Junche's body with a trace of spiritual sense, then squatted down and asked in a low voice like him: "Who else knows about those old guys in the sky?"

Zisang Yanshu knew what he was talking about, shook his head lightly, and said: "The ones who could have guessed it should be you, and those who deserved to die back then almost died. I don't know what happened in Dancue Mountain , How many old guys have noticed."

In fact, it is because Zisang Yanshu has always been a loner, rarely getting close to anyone, and because of the fear of him in the Three Realms, no one dares to approach him, or even avoid him, as long as there is no trouble. I also don't want to have anything to do with him, so no one pays any attention to his movements.

But for those old gods who know what happened 3 years ago, it is not difficult for those old gods to put in more effort to guess Ye Junche's identity.

While giving Zisang Yanshu the spiritual power, Ming Yu could also feel the injury in his body, his face darkened and he asked in a deep voice: "It has returned to your body, this time it seems to be more manic, your heart-protecting What about Ni Lin?"

Without Zi Sang's words to answer, Ming Yu glanced at Ye Junche beside him, and understood everything.

The originally displeased and angry expression eased a lot, and there were still some unexplained emotions in his eyes.

Finally, Ming Yu squatted down, looked at Zi Sang Yanshu's injuries, and said in a deep voice: "The Dragon King of the South China Sea, who has been domineering in the world for many years, is rarely seen in such a state of distress. The Dragon King is injured all over. If you're injured, you'd better be safe."

To explain the conflict between Yu and Zisang Yanshu, Ye Junche really didn't see it.

On the contrary, at this moment, Ye Junche only saw Ming Yu's concern for Zisang Yanshu, even though he said vicious and unforgiving words, the concern in his eyes could not be concealed.

Besides, despite his vicious and disdainful face, he was still giving Zisang Yanshu his spiritual power at the moment.

Ming Yu's voice was a little low, and Zi Sang Yanshu's ears were filled with noise from the resentful spirits, and he couldn't hear what Ming Yu said clearly, only saw his mouth move.

Based on the relationship between them over the years, Zisang Yanshu only thought that Ming Yu was scolding him again, so he didn't give any response.

"very noisy……"

There were voices of resentful spirits all around her ears, and the devilish energy in her body that had been trying to break through the restriction. Zisang Yanshu was secretly suppressing the retrograde true energy.

Two powerful forces collided in his body, and with the injuries on his body, he still couldn't hold back his eyes and fell into a coma.

After Zisang Yanshu fainted, Ye Junche immediately took him to Huaizhou for resettlement.

Ming Yu followed behind him not too far away, and only after returning to the camp did he hand Ye Junche a bottle of medicinal powder and a bottle of elixir.

Under Ye Junche's suspicious eyes, Ming Yu opened his mouth several times, but stopped talking.

After a moment of stalemate, he gritted his teeth and said awkwardly: "No matter how badly he was injured, Zisang Yanshu never healed himself, nor did he use medicine, nor would he let others heal him, but he listened to you. "

Being able to be so cruel to himself was indeed something Zi Sang Yanshu could do.

Zi Sang Yanshu had too many wounds, Ye Junche took a long time to deal with them.

After treating the wounds on his body, he also fed the elixir to Zisang Yanshu. In the end, Ye Junche sat by the bed and held his hand, constantly sending his spiritual power over to him.

In fact, Ye Junche could feel it without looking. From the beginning to the end, there was a person standing outside the door.