"Ah, my hands!"
Guan Bao exclaimed, startling Su Muchiao.
Looking up, he saw his hand reaching into the middle of the elevator door that was about to close.
Sumu Qiao stepped forward quickly, and as soon as he held Guan Bao's wrist, he saw another hand suddenly stretched out from the elevator, clenching his fist to block the closing doors on the left and right.
The elevator door encountered resistance and opened again. Guan Bao's hand was pulled back by Sumu Qiao.
"Are you injured?" Sumu Qiao asked.
Guan Bao shook his head, his eyes always falling on Su Muchiao's hand.
Qiaoqiao held his hand.
He and Qiao Qiao held hands.
"No, I'm so strong, even if the door is really closed, the door will definitely be injured." Guan Bao shook his fist and pulled Su Muchiao into the elevator.
An Luo glanced at the two of them and slightly turned his hanging wrist, "What floor is your room on?"
Guan Bao lowered his head and looked at the room card, "8th floor."
An Luo pressed the '8' button, and then pressed the '18' button.
Ding!
"You're here." An Luo said.
Guan Bao smiled and waved, "Then let's go back to the room first. See you later."
The elevator doors closed again and continued upward.
An Luo then raised his hanging hand. There was a conspicuous red mark on the back of his hand, and blood stains had oozed from some places, which was shocking.
Ding!
When the elevator door opened, An Luo just looked up and saw Si Niannian walking out of the room not far away.
"Luoluo, your room is also on this floor... What's wrong with your hand?"
Si Niannian hurriedly walked over and gently held An Luo's hand in his hands, "What did it get caught in? But how could it be..."
Her hand happened to be holding An Luo's wrist, and she frowned, "Your cultivation level..."
"Shh!"
An Luo put the index finger of his other hand in front of his lips, "Let's go back to the room and talk."
Si Niannian nodded and went to her room with An Luo.
"Let me help you apply the medicine first, otherwise the traces will be too obvious and easily arouse people's suspicion."
Si Niannian pulled An Luo beside the bed, took out the ointment from the space and applied it on her.
"There will probably be no traces of it tomorrow morning. In the meantime, wear a long-sleeved coat and cover it with your sleeves."
"Thank you." An Luo looked at the place where the ointment was applied and smiled, "You must have prepared this yourself. My Nian Nian is really getting better and better."
Si Niannian held her hand, "Luoluo, you haven't told me yet, why did you lose all your cultivation? What have you experienced in the past five years?"
Seeing the worry and distress overflowing from Si Niannian's eyes, An Luo felt warm in his heart.
This was the first person to ask her what she had experienced in the past five years since she came back.
An Luo shrugged his shoulders and said with a nonchalant look, "It's nothing, I just accidentally hit him a few days ago. The total loss of cultivation is only temporary, not as serious as you think."
"real?"
"real!"
Si Niannian took out his cell phone and said, "I'll call my third uncle and ask him to bring the plane back and take you back."
An Luo quickly stopped her, "No, why are you sending me back? I finally got here."
"Do you know what this kind of travel means? This is both an opportunity and a challenge for the students of the martial arts school. In addition, there are many people from outside the school participating this time. If you are not careful, you will die. There are cultivators You have to be careful for everything, not to mention you now... "
Si Niannian felt a little guilty. What kind of doctor was she? She didn't find out earlier that there was something wrong with Luo Luo's cultivation.
(End of chapter)