The Ghost Doctor Hongyan of Huayin Jianghu

Chapter 68

Feng Ye opened his mouth to speak, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say anything, so he smiled helplessly, and stood side by side with Yan Liluo, looking into the distance.

Yan Liluo suddenly remembered that when she saw that person just now, the hollow silver bell around her waist didn't make any sound. According to Ling Tianyue and the green dragon protector Fu Xiao, this silver bell is a sacred object of the Snow Soul Saintess, and only five When the patriarch was the patriarch, the hollow silver bell would make a sound, but why didn't the silver bell respond just now?
The Patriarch of the Blue Wind Leng Clan?Yan Liluo's eyes narrowed slightly, and her interest in this patriarch grew more and more in her heart.

Leng Xuanyu was concerned about Ningshan's comfort. As soon as he walked into the courtyard, he just waved his hands casually to Ling Xuzhuo and Leng Xiaoshang outside Ningshan's window. After being overwhelmed, he opened the door involuntarily and walked quickly into the room.

"Ningshan!" Leng Xuanyu rushed to Ningshan's bed as soon as she entered the door, seeing Ningshan lying pale and weak on the bed, her face was full of heartache and sadness.

Although he knew that this plan would involve Ningshan, he also persuaded himself to be mentally prepared, but when the matter was over and he saw that Ningshan was seriously injured and unconscious, he was still in a hurry and rushed over , just to see her.

Leng Xuanyu slowly stroked Ningshan's cheek with his hand, but when he was about to touch her, he paused, and finally lowered his hand.

"Brother?" Leng Xiaoshang and Ling Xuzhuo came in, and Leng Xiaoshang walked over in surprise, as if she couldn't believe that she saw Leng Xuanyu here: "You—why are you here?"

"I heard that Ningshan was seriously injured, so I rushed over here." Leng Xuanyu replied, looking through Leng Xiaoshang and landed on Ling Xuzhuo who was behind him, with an apology and a faint sense of guilt on his face : "Brother Ling, I heard about Xuanying Villa, and I feel really sad—"

"This is the catastrophe of my Xuanying Villa, brother Leng, don't mind..." Ling Xuzhuo replied unhurriedly, with a calm tone, but also with a clear sense of distance.

"Really..." Leng Xuanyu also heard the coldness in Ling Xuzhuo's tone, and the expression on his face froze. After a while, he took out a delicate small box from his arms and handed it to Ling Xu Zhuo: "This is the thousand-year-old ginseng I brought. It may help Ningshan recover. Brother Ling please accept it."

Ling Xuzhuo looked at the box with a frown, his expression seemed to be hesitating.Leng Xuanyu knew that Ling Xuzhuo cared about his identity as the patriarch of the Cangfeng Leng Clan, so he no longer concealed it, and said quickly: "I know Brother Ling is concerned about my identity as the Cangfeng Leng Clan, but I, Leng Xuanyu I swear to the sky, although I hate Ling Tianyue, I have no intention of harming Ningshan, please believe me, Brother Ling."

Leng Xiaoshang sweated secretly in her heart, her big brother has always been straight-hearted, he never knew what to say when he thought of it, and Ling Xuzhuo would definitely be furious and angry when he said so bluntly just now.

She sneaked a glance at Ling Xuzhuo beside her, but to her surprise, there was no anger on Ling Xuzhuo's face. Although there was no expression on her face, there was a hint of smile and helplessness in her eyes. Leng Xiaoshang He breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

She doesn't understand what their men think.But brother Zhuo seems to be very happy, so that's enough.

Ling Xuzhuo took the thousand-year-old ginseng and said, "Brother Xuanyu must be exhausted from the long journey, and Ningshan won't be able to wake up for a while, so how about the two of us go to the lobby to rest for a while?"

Leng Xuanyu glanced back at Ningshan who was still sleeping, turned around and nodded.After Ling Tianyue died, Ling Xuzhuo became the patriarch of Xuanying Villa, and the situation of the five ethnic groups in the Central Plains began to change. The Jinlu, Jianghan, and Chixiao clans who had been silently watching the situation in the Central Plains must all be waiting for an opportunity.

The change in the Central Plains is just the beginning.As the patriarchs of Blue Wind and Xuanying Clan, the two of them really need to have a good discussion about what to do in the future.

Leng Xiaoshang watched the two disappear side by side at the door, and sighed helplessly.She walked to the window, poured herself a cup of tea, and looked out of the window in a daze.

"Xiao... Chang..." A weak voice came from behind, hoarse and bitter, as if the speaker mustered up a lot of courage.

"Ningshan, are you awake?" Leng Xiaoshang turned around, hurriedly walked to Ningshan's bed, poured her a glass of water, and fed her: "Hurry up and drink some water..."

"Didn't I...why?" Ning Shan looked around blankly, her face full of confusion and uncertainty: "I... am I still alive?"

"Sister Ningshan, of course you are still alive!" Leng Xiaoshang said with a smile: "This is not the gate of hell, it is your room!"

Ning Shan looked around, with plain and simple furnishings and familiar gauze curtains, this is indeed her room.But why, she clearly remembered that her father stabbed the sword into her chest with his own hands.

Xiaoshang stood aside, seemed to see through Ningshan's thoughts, sighed, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Ling stabbed you with a sword, but he deviated a little bit, avoiding the deadly wound on your body. In addition to excessive blood loss, your life is not in danger."

(End of this chapter)