Bai Ye frowned tightly and looked worriedly, but did not step forward.
"I won't hurt him." Di Yun held her hand and squeezed it comfortingly. When he looked at Sikong Xie, he repeated the sentence: "Who wins? Who loses?"
Sikong Xie was silent for a long time, then a weak internal force arose in his palm, melting the ice on his shoulders.
But his entire arm was still weak and hanging down, showing the depth of his internal injuries.
"I will admit defeat." Sikong Xie exhaled in frustration and curled his lips in a self-deprecating tone: "I will keep my promise."
He lifted his feet and moved forward with difficulty, trying to leave this place where his dreams were shattered.
Bai Ye hesitated and wanted to step forward: "Your injury."
"He's fine. There is someone who will feel more distressed than you." Di Yun squeezed her little hand domineeringly and refused to let her go.
At the same time, the faint sound of a carriage sounded, getting closer and closer.
Bai Ye looked in surprise. Before the carriage could stop, an impatient and irritable voice shouted angrily: "Di Yun! What are you kidding about!"
Bai Ye would never forget this familiar voice even if he were a ghost. He had been reminded of this way of speaking for more than ten years!
She looked at Di Yun and asked cautiously: "Is he here?"
Di Yun held her shoulder and patted her gently, nodded and said, "He's here."
The person who came was none other than the famous ghost doctor Mr. Kazama. Di Yun left these days just to find this elusive dead old man to help Bai Ye have a baby and completely solve his worries.
Originally they planned to go back together, but after receiving news from Xingchen, he rushed over first, followed by Fengjian and Nanxiang.
As soon as he got off the carriage, Fengjian was going to find Diyun to settle the score.
As soon as he arrived at the border of the northern continent, he immediately felt huge power fluctuations, which almost caused his carriage to overturn several times. He didn't need to guess to know that it was the boy Di Yun who caused the movement.
However, when he followed Di Yun's gaze and saw Sikong Xie's face clearly, his feet felt like lead and he could no longer walk.
"Xia'er?" He shook his head in disbelief: "My child, you are still alive! My disciple!"
He suddenly rushed to Sikong Xie and burst into tears without saying a few words. He even hugged Sikong Xie and cried and laughed like an old child.
It wasn't until he touched the blood on Sikong Xie that he realized what he was doing and quickly looked at his wounds.
"What's going on? Which bastard dares to attack you? Diyun, is it you! Brat, let's settle old and new scores together!"
He rolled up his sleeves and looked for Di Yun in a desperate posture.
Although Sikong Xie was still silent, he still reached out and held the strange old man with white hair.
Although it was his first time meeting Kazama, he felt like the first time he met Byakuya, with an inexplicable sense of closeness.
It seemed that deep down, she didn't want him to get hurt.
This movement pulled at the wound, and Sikong Xie groaned.
Fengjian quickly turned around and patted Sikong Xie on the back distressedly.
"That's all, it's important to treat your injury first! Xia'er, let's go back first. Look at this wound, it's so serious. Come on, let's get on the carriage. Slow down. Don't worry, Master, my craftsmanship has improved a lot. It's definitely Cure you..."
Watching Fengjian being led Sikong Xie away by Nunuba, Bai Ye was silent for a moment, and suddenly looked at Di Yun.
Di Yun looked back with a smile: "What? Are you surprised?"
Bai Ye shook his head, frowned and pursed his lips: "I want to say that master is still as partial as before. He ignored my existence when he saw senior brother!"