Chapter 61 Childhood Sweetheart
Yuan Heng subconsciously stopped with her, but did not deny that he had something to say. He thought for a moment and carefully lowered his voice: "Wen Renhuai."
He paused for a moment, not knowing what to say. He pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment before continuing: "Did he bully you?"
If Wen Renhuai hadn't said something really unpleasant, Jiang Yu wouldn't have been so angry at him with his temper.
Based on what he said about the savior in the darkroom, he most likely told Jiang Yu something about the savior in the dungeon, about Jingmo waking up or that she would die in the future.
He tried to be himself for a moment, feeling that no matter who was in his twenties, hearing someone swear that he would die soon would not be in a good mood.
Jiang Yu didn't expect that what he wanted to say was this. He was stunned for a moment before he arched his eyebrows and said, "It doesn't count."
She raised the corner of her mouth and showed a proud smile: "How many people in the world can take advantage of me?"
She was not bullied by Wen Renhuai, but she was told without any defense that she was created like this, that she came to the world like this, and that she would die soon. As Wen Renhuai said, he vowed to protect her. She was caught off guard. After recovering, she looked at the dark and silent dungeon, feeling confused for a moment and not knowing what to do.
The emotions of fear and grievance came up at that time. She was really uncomfortable, and her breath was stuck in her chest, unable to rise or fall. She wanted to throw herself into her mother's arms for comfort like she did in the past when she was uncomfortable, but at this moment she was alone. She was in a dark dungeon, not Xuyun Mountain, which was like spring all year round, and there was no mother waiting for her with open arms. She could only throw her head back and cry to vent the pain in her heart.
The dungeon of the City Lord's Mansion was empty and quiet. All the original guards had been arranged to receive and appease the people. She and Wen Renhuai were the only ones in the entire dungeon. She thought that Wen Renhuai would die soon anyway, even if he accidentally let him hear it. It doesn't matter, so I dare to cry while walking.
Unexpectedly, there was someone waiting for her outside the dungeon.
She pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and smiled at Yuan Heng: "It's just that talking to him was so irritating that I couldn't help crying."
"But every time you learn something, you will gain wisdom. Next time I meet such a person, I won't be angry and cry again."
Yuan Heng could feel that she didn't want to talk about the conversation between her and Wen Renhuai in detail. He had hesitated to ask this question after careful consideration. Jiang Yu didn't want to talk about it in detail, so he didn't want to talk about it in detail. Ask no more.
"Are you leaving?" Jiang Yu clasped his hands behind his back and raised his chin in the direction of the front yard, "I have some questions that I want to ask my father and sect leader."
Yuan Heng lowered his head slightly, glanced across her eyelashes, held the Qingman Sword in his palm, and whispered in agreement.
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The patriarch is in Wei Xu’s room.
Although Wei Xu's injuries were not serious, the dagger cut through the flesh, and the wound was not shallow, and it looked quite scary.
Song Lian leaned against the door and watched as the bandage on Wei Xu's palm was removed, revealing a bloody patch. Then someone sprinkled powder on it and bandaged it again.
Song Lian felt pain just looking at it, but the person involved didn't have much reaction. He watched coldly as the doctor wrapped his hand around him again without saying a word.
Song Lian looked at his face and suddenly smiled with unknown meaning: "If the dagger had been poisonous at that time, or if I heard that someone had done something else, your hand might have been useless."
At that time, he and his senior brother broke into the secret room according to the route given by Chu Qingyue. As soon as they entered the door, they saw Yuan Heng quickly kicking Wen Renhuai away with Jiang Yu behind him, and the scene where the boy directly took the sword with his bare hands.
Song Lian leaned against the door and thought about it several times. If it were him, his first reaction would be the same as Yuan Heng's. He would first pull the person away and then fight back. If the situation was more urgent, he would just swing his sword to kill him. In the past, from a rational perspective, he tried to break his head and couldn't figure out why Wei Xu would choose to take the sword with bare hands in such a situation.
But it's different if you think about it from an emotional perspective. If the person standing under Wen Ren's sword had been another person, he didn't believe that Wei Xu would have grabbed the dagger regardless of the consequences.
But the person standing under Wen Ren's sword was Jiang Yu, and everything was explained.
Childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts.
With the relationship between childhood sweethearts, Wei Xu's behavior can barely be explained.
But yes, caring leads to chaos.
Wei Xu didn't take his teasing seriously. He raised his left hand and fisted it a few times, as if to prove something. Under the glare of the medical practitioner, he slowly lowered his hand again: "Thank you."
The medical cultivator sighed slightly and packed up the things one by one: "There is nothing serious about the young master's hand."
In fact, it was nothing serious. When he first came, Mr. Wei's hand had been bandaged. He could see that although the other party's skills were not very good, it was enough for such a skin injury. Next, just take care of it carefully and be careful of the wound being exposed to water and cracking.
But the girl surnamed Jiang was worried and took two high-grade elixirs to ask him to use them a few more times to prevent his wounds from bursting.
He couldn't resist the temptation of two high-quality elixirs, and he was still complacent about it, thinking that this was just getting paid for nothing.
Now it seems that Miss Jiang is prescient.
He packed up the dressing things and gave a few more instructions before leaving with the medicine box.
Wei Xu watched the medical staff pass by Song Lian and go out, then he smiled casually, leaned back in his chair, and yawned lazily: "All the assumptions that didn't happen are meaningless. Jiang Yu is fine. My hands are not useless, this is an established fact.”
Song Lian didn't care about his attitude. He took a step forward and sat down opposite Wei Xu. He glanced at his rested left hand and said with a smile, "Do you care so much about Jiang Yu because she is your sister? Or is it because she is your sister?" because--"
"Tsk."
Wei Xu interrupted him impatiently, "Are you people from the Immortal Sect so curious?"
"Instead of caring about the matter between me and Jiang Yu," he reminded him expressionlessly, "you might as well think about how to explain to her about the savior later, because she might just come after seeing him. Looking for you."
Song Lian shrugged. He was about to say that this matter was not difficult because he was not the one who had to explain it, but he saw Wei Xu suddenly raised his eyes and stared straight at him, his face changed slightly, and before he had any questions, he heard that the other party Said: "Don't you want to know why I care so much about Jiang Yu?"
He frowned slightly, his tone was calm, and his sharp eyes fell on Song Lian: "My life was saved by the Demon Lord, but without Jiang Yu, the Demon Lord would not have saved me. My life They gave it to me, so even if I die, I will only die in front of them."
There was a warning in his tone, "If what Wen Renhuai said is true, it is Jiang Yu's business to choose what to do in the future, but if you plot Jiang Yu's life for the so-called common people -" He paused. , "Before I die, I will definitely bring someone to bury her with me."
(End of chapter)