Dustpan Street, which was still a flesh-and-blood mill just now, fled with the disciples of the Blood Pond Sect, and returned to tranquility in a blink of an eye.
Wu Zheng came to Song Feier to check her injury, but Sein Feier smiled slightly: "Don't be so fussy, it's all skin injuries."
Wu Zheng was a little annoyed when he heard it, and pointed to the arrow on Seinfeld's foot and said, "The skin trauma? It's all nailed to the flesh, aren't you talking nonsense with your eyes open?"
Song Feier smiled and said, "Then what do you say?"
"Don't move me to see."
Wu Zheng squatted down to inspect the wound for Seinfeld, and found that the blood flowing out of the wound did not turn black, which means that there was no poison on the arrow, which made Wu Zheng a little relieved.
After being diagnosed with Seinfeld’s wound, Wu Zheng took advantage of Seinfeld’s carelessness and drew out an arrow.
Song Feier, who was still not breathing just now, took a cold breath, and then the arrows on his arms and shoulders.
As long as these three arrows are inserted into the body, it looks terrifying, but maybe Wu Zheng's kung fu is well practiced. The muscles on his body are far tougher than ordinary people. He actually stuck all three arrows in his muscles, even though the skin is traumatized. Exaggerated, but it didn't hurt the bones at all. This is a blessing in misfortune.
Then he applied the baiyao he had brought with him to Seinfeld. There were not many medicines, but it was not a big problem to stop the bleeding temporarily.
After dealing with Seinfeld's injury, Wu Zheng couldn't help but wiped the beads of sweat from his head and let out a long sigh, as if he finally had a worry.
At this time, Yin E stretched out his arm, and said with jealousy: "Msang Gong was also desperate just now! How come you just care about your sister but don't care about me?"
Wu Zheng glanced at Yin E and said, "Aren't you all right?"
"Who says it's okay, all I have suffered are internal injuries. Oh! Heartache, dizziness..." Yin E held his hand to his forehead, and fell on Wu Zheng's body.
Has Yin E suffered the internal injuries she said, others may not be able to see it, but how can he escape Wu Zheng's eyes
If Yin E wants to act like a baby, let her be alone! It did exhaust her just now.
When Song Feier saw Yin E's behavior, she regretted it immediately. This woman had to pretend that she didn't want to be assassinated and came to the Xianggong to act like a baby, but she was really injured! Just because he was worried about his father-in-law, he made a seemingly insignificant appearance. It seemed that he was really at a loss.
Seeing Seinfeld’s surprised eyes, Wu Zheng secretly said that it was not good, and quickly straightened Yin E’s body, and Luan Yin said in front of him: “It doesn’t matter if your hand hurts! Now I’m idle, or I’ll give it to you. Take a look."
Luan Jian raised his hand and glanced at the palm pierced by the arrow, but smiled slightly: "This little injury is still far from death! I'm going to help my elder brother, you take care."
After talking about Luan Yin, he flashed on the roof, and then a few ups and downs disappeared before everyone's eyes.
Wu Zheng said: "Don't look, go home! Ah San is very hurtful."
The carriage went on, and it was Wu Zheng who drove the carriage...
In Youxiang's Mansion, on a three-story pavilion, Linghu and his son raised their eyes and jumped far.
"Wu Zheng's fate is really big, and he didn't die like this. It seems that the reputation of the Blood Pond Sect is a mere vain name!" Linghuzhi ridiculed standing in the attic.
Linghu Deshuo smiled and said, "Since I am a wolf-greedy trustee, it's really impossible to justify this lack of excellence!"
Linghuzhi glanced at his father and smiled: "Do you believe what Tian Duqing said about the old god stick?"
Linghu Deshuo smiled and said, "Isn't this also going with the crowd for my father! Everyone says that, and my husband is just talking about fun!"
Linghuzhi shook his head, as if he was helpless to his father, and then looked at a group of people running wild on the roof in the distance. His eyes lit up and said, "Although Wu Zheng didn't die, this time Killing Luan Jiugong is almost a catch! Father, are you unmoved?"
Linghu Deshuo said with disdain: "What is my father's fascination about taking the blame for others."
"Being a scapegoat for others? The Diao family?" Linghuzhi looked at his father in a puzzled way.
Linghu Deshuo said: "We chose the battlefield for others because we collected the other party's money. They couldn't kill Wu Zheng because they didn't have the ability. Now that things have been revealed, we don't need to make extravagances. Zhi'er , You have to remember that we are chess players. If this piece is not good, we just need to change one. There is no need to play the piece by ourselves. This is the foundation of our Linghu family standing for hundreds of years."
In Diao's study room, one... (End of this chapter)