Zhao Yan carried Ye Beichen and left quickly under the eyes of everyone, hiding his merit and fame.

As for how to explain what happened just now and how to appease the guests, that was Xiao Wuyang's business, and it was not within his scope of responsibility.

"The man has already thrown you in the secret room, and you won't wake up for four hours, you can dispose of it yourself. After sending a message to Xiao Wuyang, Zhao Yan went to the river on the outskirts of the city to take a walk alone.

It's his favorite way to relax.

Suddenly, he frowned.

The wind suddenly became fierce, and the sky was full of stars, which was obscured by the clouds that gathered at some unknown point.

"The weather forecast is getting more and more unreliable, and it is clear that the week is all sunny. ”

Zhao Yan was in the middle of his abdomen, and there was already lightning and thunder in the sky, and the torrential rain was pouring down, which instantly poured him into the cold.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning pierced the night sky and slashed at a plane tree.

The big tree that the two of them hugged together made a palpitating squeak and fell towards the clearing on one side.

There, however, lay a figure.

"Huh?"

Before he could think about it, Zhao Yan's figure flickered, and he had already come to the clearing, picked the person up from the ground, and jumped to a safe place.

"It's so light. ”

This was Zhao Yan's first thought.

Behind him, the tree fell with a bang, and the broken branches were scattered all over the ground.

In the sky, silver snakes danced, and the electric light illuminated the night into day.

Zhao Yan, who jumped to safety, looked down at the person he was holding in his hand.

It was a young girl, a girl who was too beautiful to speak.

Wearing a long white dress, it is not a modern style, but it looks like a style that often appears in costume martial arts movies. The soft material outlines the girl's beautiful and delicate silhouette to be extraordinarily moving.

The silky black hair hung down like a waterfall, scattered behind him, and reached the ground.

The eyebrows are picturesque, the skin is crystal clear, as if it can be broken by blowing, just like an elf who does not eat fireworks in the world.

The unconscious girl still holds a delicately shaped sword tightly in her right hand.

Even though Zhao Yan was well-informed, and there was a top beauty of Xiao Wuyun's level in front of him, the moment he saw this girl's face, he still couldn't help but lose his mind for a short time.

If it weren't for the real touch on her hands and the temperature coming through her clothes, Zhao Yan would really classify her as a ghost.

After all, Zhao Yan clearly remembered that before that thunder, there was nothing under that tree.

"Did it fall from the sky?"

Zhao Yan didn't care about shocking the world, put the girl on his left shoulder, took a big stride, and ran home.

Fortunately, people were busy sheltering from the rainstorm and no one noticed his actions.

His right hand was tucked into his sleeve, but the cuffs had become covered with a thin layer of ice that was getting thicker. By the time I got back to my house, my entire forearm had been completely frozen into a popsicle.

"The symptoms are getting worse and worse, I don't know how long it will be ......"

With a wry laugh, the muscles in Zhao Yan's arm contracted suddenly, and the ice shattered to the ground.

As a single nobleman who is well fed and his family is not hungry, Zhao Yan's residence is naturally not high-end, with a room open, a bed in the room, plus a dining table and bench, and a simple wardrobe, there is basically no furnishings.

didn't care much, he threw the quilt aside casually, and let the girl lie on the hard bed.

The girl's dress has been drenched by the cold rain, sticking to the body, outlining the curvy figure, and the skin is even more faint.

But at this moment, Zhao Yan had no interest in appreciating it at all.

His face was pale, his breath was like a gossamer, a few strands of hair were stuck to his forehead by the rain, his eyes were closed, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his lips were bloodless, obviously the situation was not very good.

It is definitely impossible to send to the hospital, this girl is unknown, and the injuries are even more bizarre, and going to the hospital will obviously cause a lot of trouble.

What's more, Zhao Yan has absolute self-confidence, and for this kind of incurable disease, his grasp of treating it by himself is far greater than that of ordinary hospitals.

Of course, his hands will not only kill, but also save people.

This girl's situation is weird, for the sake of safety, Zhao Yan still chose to diagnose the pulse first.

Unexpectedly, as soon as her fingers touched the girl's pulse, the "unconscious" girl suddenly opened her eyes!

Looking at the girl's eyes that were as clear as autumn water, Zhao Yan suddenly felt a slight dizziness in his brain!

At the same time, a chill suddenly rose in my heart!

Fortunately, he was experienced in a hundred battles, and his consciousness was still in a trance, and his body had already reacted first, and the whole person instantly slid out two meters to the side.

And where he was standing just now, on the hard concrete floor, there was already a sword mark half an inch deep!

The sword that was originally placed next to the wall had already flown into the girl's hand, and the blade was unsheathed, flashing with a deadly cold light, pointing at Zhao Yan's chest.

The girl was slightly surprised when she missed the blow.

"Who are you?

The sound is crisp, like a pleasant wind chime.

However, to Zhao Yan's ears, this wind chime seemed to be made of ice, which made people's backs chill.

"My name is Zhao Yan, and this is my home. Since you've woken up a long time ago, you should know that I rescued you from the outside. ”

Zhao Yan twisted the silver needle with a focused expression.

Even if Ye Beichen was majestic just now, he couldn't make him so cautious.

"Hmph, you are such a sanctimonious hypocrite, I, Yang Zhixin, have seen a lot, saving people is fake, and gluttony is real!"

Yang Zhixin's words were full of anger, her wrist shook slightly, and her sword turned into a dragon, directly taking Zhao Yan's eyebrows.

"So fast!"

Zhao Yan secretly admired, saw the coming, and twisted the needle to stab the spine of the sword.

With a soft sound of "Zheng", the sword momentum deviated, and an invisible sword wind spit out from the tip of the sword.

The broken dining table, which had accompanied Zhao Yan for several years, was split in half.

"Huh, you still have some ability, it seems that Miss Ben has not wronged you!"

After a few rounds, Zhao Yan's room, which was not tidy in the first place, was already a mess, the wardrobe was cut in half, the wooden dining table was scattered, and the walls and floors were full of sword marks.

Zhao Yan saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart, although these things were not valuable, he was reluctant to throw them away after several years, and he had already had feelings.

Seeing that Yang Zhixin looked like he was messing around, Zhao Yan decided to solve it quickly, otherwise the entire building might be tossed and collapsed by this unknown demon girl.

"Stop making trouble!"

There was a crisp sound of "pop", and Yang Zhixin only felt a pain in her wrist, and she almost couldn't hold the hilt of the sword.

Looking down, there was already a black and dirty shoe print on his wrist, and Zhao Yan was holding a slipper in his left hand.

"You!"

Yang Zhixin was furious, and just wanted to have a seizure, but saw Zhao Yan's right hand raised slightly, and a few bits of cold light burst out!

Before she could think about it, Yang Zhixin hurriedly dodged sideways, and the three silver needles had been finished in the shape of a glyph and nailed to the wall behind her.

And a hand that was cold and not like a living person had quietly touched her throat and tightened suddenly.

"I don't mean anything wrong, but if you continue to mess around, you might be fine. Zhao Yan's hoarse voice was full of threat.

With a choking sound, Yang Zhixin's sword fell to the ground.

A pair of autumn eyes were already covered with mist, and blood slowly flowed from the corners of his mouth, dripping on the back of Zhao Yan's hand along the perfect jaw curve, and then quickly condensed into frost.

Zhao Yan sighed and slowly let go of his right hand.

"Go back to bed and lie down, and I'll heal you." ”

Yang Zhixin nodded obediently.

Zhao Yan walked to the wall, ready to take off the silver needle he had just punched out and disinfect it again.

As soon as she turned around, the white shadow flashed behind her, and Yang Zhixin moved again.

This time, the target is not Zhao Yan, but the window.

By the time Zhao Yan reacted, Yang Zhixin had already jumped out of the window.

She didn't know that outside the window was not the flat ground she expected, but more than 30 meters in the air.

This leap was so sudden that Zhao Yan didn't even have time to stop it.

After a muffled sound, the room was quiet again.

Zhao Yan looked at the scene in the room with a helpless expression: the special window panes that had become spider webs and fell off in whole pieces, the cold wind and cold rain that kept pouring in from outside the broken windows, the messy room, the remains of furniture scattered all over the ground, the sword marks on the walls and the ground, and Yang Zhixin, who had been hit the head and fell back into a coma after being hit the head without defense.

In the end, Zhao Yan slowly took out his mobile phone and dialed Xiao Wuyang's number.

"Wuyang, I have something I want to trouble you......"