Yan Qing returned to his residence.

Yu Mo lived next to him, lying slantingly on the trunk of his courtyard, with his hands resting on his head, and Erlang's legs upright.

Hearing the movement, Yu Mo turned his head and looked here.

Seeing Yan Qing opening the door and entering, he was a little surprised.

"Why did you come back so soon?"

Yan Qing did not speak, and walked straight into the house.

Looking at it from the side, there were no waves on his handsome face, but the whole body was inexplicably cold.

Yu Mo was even more weird. He sat up and blew his whistle.

"Hey, you didn't come back after such a long time. Didn't you say a few more words with the Eighth Divine Envoy?"

Shouldn't it.

Yan Qing paused.

"She is busy."

Yu Mo was taken aback: "What is she up to?"

Yan Qing's words are concise and concise:

"Lin Zhifei was injured and fell into a coma, and she will be responsible afterwards."

Yu Mo's eyes widened.

"No!?"

He jumped and jumped in front of Yan Qing, looking at him incredulously.

"Since he was so seriously injured and unconscious, wouldn't she have to take care of many matters after that? You can bear this?"

It's not that there are no other heavenly doctors in the Magic Palace, why did you just pick Xiao Ba?

Yan Qing's eyebrows beat slightly, and she continued to move forward without saying a word.

He does not want to continue this topic now.

Yu Mo grabbed him:

"Hey-wait! Then you just look at it like that? Lin Zhifei's looks are very good, and he takes care of him every day..."

Yan Qing's eyes fell on him, coldly.

He Yu Mo coughed.

"Cough, brother, I didn't mean to attack you! Originally, your condition was good, but your temper was too hard and your face was too stinky! You said you had a cold face all day, which girl would you like? Lin Zhifei Although it is always faint, but it is also gentle and polite anyway, you-nothing better!"

Yan Qing's eyes droop slightly.

Yu Mo scratched his head:

"By the way, didn't you plan to see the emperor before? Didn't you say?"

Yan Qing paused.

"Look again."

Yu Mo looked tangled.

"Do you still drag? You will be gone if you drag your daughter-in-law again!"

Yan Qing didn't seem to want to say any more, but when he picked the scabbard, he bypassed Yu Mo and walked forward.

Yu Mo dodges dangerously and grabs his shoulder:

"you listen to me--"

Suddenly, his expression changed.

Yan Qing's left shoulder was sticky and slippery.

He retracted his hand, it was full of red blood.

"You are hurt!?"

Yan Qing didn't speak, and seemed to be a little impatient, and entered the room.

Yu Mo was taken aback for a moment, and quickly followed in.

I hadn't noticed it just now, but when I looked closely at this time, I realized that Yan Qing's lips seemed to be slightly whitish.

He took off his coat, raised the tip of his sword, and tore the sleeve on the left side, revealing his tough and thin upper body.

Maybe it was because the clothes had stuck to the wound because they hadn't handled it properly before.

However, Yan Qing's face did not change, and he tore off directly, bringing up a piece of flesh and blood, and the wound tore again.

Yu Mo took a look, and he saw a long wound spreading from his shoulder to his chest, passing through the collarbone, but a small distance from his heart.

The flesh and blood were rolled, and bones were almost visible.

Yu Mo frowned.

Yan Qing didn't deal with such a serious injury, so she simply wrapped her clothes tightly and came back?

Because of this, he covered up very well. If Yu Mo hadn't pulled his shoulders, he wouldn't have noticed that he was injured.

"What's the matter with this injury? It was left in the gods' market?"

Yan Qing didn't speak, but just fetched water and started to treat the wound by herself.

A basin of clean water was quickly smudged into a rich blood.

He started taking medicine again.

Yu Mo sat opposite him.

"What's the matter with you? This kind of injury is actually delayed until now to be dealt with?" Yu Mo angrily smiled, "Do you think you are fighting hard?"

Yan Qing lowered her head, the wound had become a little pus, looking shocking.

There were bursts of tingling pain, his shoulders trembled slightly, but there was no pain at all, even the look on his face was as cold as ever.

It seems that what he is dealing with is not his own injury, but someone else's.

After the medicine was finished, he said:

"Tight."

A few words that couldn't be simpler made Yu Mo stunned.

They worked together for many years, and he understood Yan Qing's meaning almost instantly.

It should be that the situation in the Divine Ruins Realm was urgent, and Lin Zhifei was seriously injured and couldn't hold back. He hasn't been able to spare time to deal with this injury.

With Yan Qing's character, it is not surprising that she would do such a thing.

but...

"Does the Eighth Divine Envoy know?"

Yan Qing had begun to bandage, her head hung slightly, without any expression on her face.

"do not know."

...

"Yan Qing is injured, why don't you let me say?"

Chu Liuyue and Rong Xianxiu went hand in hand.

The surroundings are quiet, and occasionally a few pink-white peach petals float down and fall on the bluestone slabs, creating an interesting contrast.

"Although the **** anger was suppressed by him, but...it should be quite serious."

Rong Xiu held her hand and raised his eyebrows.

"He doesn't want people to know, so why dismantle it."

Chu Liuyue thought for a moment.

Having said that, but things like injuries...

"Have been hiding what's going on."

Rong Xiu smiled.

"If he wants to speak, he will naturally."

Chu Liuyue was taken aback, and suddenly realized something.

"what do you mean--"

Rong Xiu smiled and said nothing.

After pondering for a moment, Chu Liuyue said quietly:

"Emperor, your people are like you... are you thinking so much?"

Rong Xiu Dao:

"That's not true. He has this temperament, and he would never say it if he was injured. However, he should soon know that if there is something, it must be said, and if there are injuries, it must be revealed."

Chu Liuyue: "...Our Xiao Ba is really poor."

With that, she took out a few green plums from her sleeves and stuffed them into her mouth.

The sweet and sour breath instantly filled the lips and teeth.

She squinted her eyes slightly.

Rong Xiu looked at her and suddenly stopped.

Chu Liuyue turned her head puzzled.

"what happened?"

Her cheeks were still bulging, and her speech was a little vague.

Rong Xiu was silent for a while, and said:

"Yue'er, instead of worrying about other people, you should think more about being your husband."

Chu Liuyue opened her eyes slightly in surprise, very puzzled.

"What do you mean?"

This world is his, what is there to worry about?

Rong Xiu's eyebrows moved slightly.

It is very possible that he will really be said to be useless.