The rain has no intention of stopping, and it drizzles, which makes people feel a little sad after watching it for a long time.

"Will she die?"

Under the eaves, Jiang Linghan had bandaged his injuries. At this time, he asked while regulating his breathing and internal Qi.

Shang Rongyu chuckled, "You were almost killed by her just now. Why did you beat me up and you still appreciate each other?"

"You should know the reason." Jiang Linghan turned around, looked at her, and said lightly: "Do you think you can control me by planting such a seed in my heart?"

Shang Rongyu was stunned. Only then did she remember that the person in front of her was not a disciple of the mountain gate who was ignorant of the world, but the true teachings of Guanchao Pavilion, and was called "The Sword of Huixin Jue". His scheming was no less than others.

"I'm also helping you," she said, "at least you should be wary of yourself, so that you won't be taken advantage of by the inner demon when you break the realm in the future."

Jiang Linghan asked, "Is this all your preparation?"

Shang Rongyu nodded and smiled, "No, it's enough to have the sword you can cut out."

Jiang Linghan loosened his right hand and held it again and again. He could clearly feel a trace of heaviness. The sword he had just cut out was his strongest sword to this day. At the same time, using it in that state had already injured his own hand. I am afraid that he would not be able to hold the sword for a while in the future.

In the rain, the surging black fog calmed down and then faded, as if washed away by the rain, slowly dissipated like smoke from cooking.

A figure fell to the ground, splashing mud and water.

Shang Rongyu kept looking and whispered: "She is dead."

Yao Wuyan was lying on the ground, and had long since disappeared. Her eyes were closed, her face was pale and bloodless, but she was still so young and beautiful, just like white jade, with the rain falling, revealing desolation.

Shang Rongyu looked at it for a moment, got up, and walked towards the rain.

Jiang Linghan's lips moved, but he just looked at it, but he didn't say anything.

The white hair was floating, soaked in the water, rippling like silk. But the white clothes that were originally stained with blood, like plums falling in the snow, were muddy half of the body, mixed with blood, and very embarrassed.

Shang Rongyu looked down and looked at the man on the ground at this moment. He was no longer as glorious as before and arrogant and bright as before. She couldn't help but pursed her lips.

Then, she leaned over and groped on the other person.

"The Magical Art of Heaven" is a genus of extraordinary skills. Even if you record the entire article of this type of martial arts, there will always be omissions. You only need to study it according to the book to seek breakthroughs. Therefore, she concluded that Yao Wuyan would not destroy it.

The most appropriate and safe place to keep is of course on it.

Shang Rongyu found a bag of oil paper from the other party, but the size of a palm, and it was originally placed in a sachet.

Her eyes could not hide her joy and anxiety, and she quickly uncovered it.

The inside is not a secret, but a neatly folded silk, very thin and cool to the touch.

Shang Rongyu frowned slightly. When she looked carefully, she found the words embroidered on it. She glanced at it a few times and hurriedly took it in close contact.

After getting the things and getting what she wished, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then she felt a little cool in the rain and her arms hurt a little.

She trotted back under the eaves, letting the man on the ground be in a messy manner and soaked in water.

"Have the stuff?" Jiang Linghan asked.

To be honest, he naturally would not be happy. Even if he had done a business for the sect this time, and the one who died this time was a master of the Demon Sect or Wusheng Sect, Shang Rongyu finally achieved his goal.

He didn't know how precious the other party wanted was, but he just looked at Shang Rongyu's current expression and her plan, and the goal must be worthy of the hard work.

The Wusheng Sect will eventually produce a dangerous person. Jiang Linghan thought, either to harm the world or to become enemies of various factions, and he was once the help of the other party.

But this is all for the future.

"Get ready to leave." Shang Rongyu said.

Jiang Linghan asked, "Where is this?"

"When the elder of Taohua Jiange went down the mountain, he broke through the secret of Wusheng Sect, chased and killed all the way to Liangzhou Chengtankou, killing Yiying Demon Sect masters, and finally died in exhaustion." Shang Rongyu chuckled, "The righteous masters and the Demon Sect thieves died together, with blue blood and loyal hearts, and unparalleled chivalrous."

Jiang Linghan didn't say anything, but just walked to the side silently and pulled out his iron sword from the wall. There was still blood on the sword.

"I won't doubt you." Shang Rongyu said.

"Yuluo Qing Tea Tree." Jiang Linghan took his sword and said.

He had already guessed that the illusion that the other party had used to make Yao Wuyan fall into the trap. It must be a catalyst for Yuluo tea to calm the mind and calm the mind. With a little treatment, it will become a poison that confuses the gods and conquers the soul.

He mentioned it at this time, and it was not without the intention of reminding the other party.

Shang Rongyu raised his eyebrows, and she could naturally hear the profound meaning of the words in front of her. She immediately smiled and said, "Don't worry, if I want to destroy the promise, I will kill you just now."

Jiang Linghan didn't say anything.

"Didn't you ask Ye Changqing to inquire about the brothel? I'll put Yuluo tea there." Shang Rongyu smiled and turned around and walked into the rain.

Jiang Linghan looked at her back. Perhaps because the rain was so urgent, he felt a little chill.

...

"Ahem."

The Tuo Shuai felt a little itchy in his throat, as if there were some small insects or grass seeds inside, which was extremely uncomfortable.

What I heard was the sound of water. Is it raining outside? He thought, and then opened his eyes. The room was not very bright, and he was lying on the floor.

His eyes were alert, and he looked around with great enthusiasm. He first saw a person lying on the bed, and then saw a figure sitting under the window not far away.

"Are you awake?" Su Che said, unable to help coughing.

The thief discovered that there was still medicine in the room.

He was stunned for a moment because he saw the decoction, not smelled the smell.

He sat up suddenly and reached out to sniff.

"What's wrong?" Su Che looked at him.

"I, I can't smell it anymore." The Tuo Shuai was a little frightened.

Su Che frowned, but then coughed.

"What's wrong with you?" The Tuo Shuai noticed that his face was not good, a little yellow, and a little tired.

He stood up and moved his hands and feet while passing.

"Are you injured?" The Tuo Shuai frowned.

"I'm fine." Su Che smiled and looked at the other side of the bed. "I thought, she should be the first thing you care about when you wake up."

The one lying on the bed was Yun Xihan, the eldest lady of the Yun family.

But the coach seemed to have not heard it, frowned, "Are you seriously injured?"

He felt that he had dragged the other party down, and he didn't expect that the woman who was playing tricks was so skillful that even Su Che was injured. Moreover, he was decocting medicine now, rather than sitting quietly to regulate his breathing.

Su Che shook his head, "Slight injury."

"Have you found a doctor?" After saying that, the thief suddenly pursed his lips.

He knew that as the other party was cautious, he would definitely not invite a doctor at this time.

"There is medicine at the house, so why should I hire a doctor?" Su Che smiled, "I know my own body and it doesn't matter."

The thief sat down aside, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, and was silent.
Chapter completed!