Chapter Forty-Three: Madness

Zhang Yanchen fell lightly from the roof, stood next to the dying woman, and said to the small trotter who swallowed the four people in one gulp: "We have to leave as soon as possible." ”

As he spoke, Zhang Yanchen had already moved his mind and put the woman on the ground into the Soul Refining Tower.

The woman on the left and right was already unconscious, and after taking it in, to prevent the woman from waking up suddenly, Zhang Yanchen also asked the soul refining to feed her a tranquilizing pill.

After eating, she can be guaranteed to sleep for three or five more hours.

The two of them then quietly walked out of the alley and turned into people on the street. One of the members of the stream walked leisurely towards the south of the city.

After leaving the north of the city, the two of them found a secret place to change back to their original appearance, and then returned to Zhang's house.

As soon as he entered the house and got out the unconscious woman in the Soul Refining Tower, Zhang Yanchen instructed Qingluo to fetch hot water and asked her to carefully wash and change the woman's clothes.

A cultivator naturally wouldn't die so easily, and although he was seriously injured, his aura had obviously stabilized a lot at the moment.

His body was covered with filth and blood, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

Zhang Yanchen set up two enchantments in the house, and then went out and stood at the door.

The trotter sat on the swing next to him, holding a string of unknown vermilion fruits in his hand, biting one from time to time, smashing it and swallowing it after smashing it.

"Sister, how is she?" Trot asked.

Zhang Yanchen walked over, picked a vermilion fruit, threw it into his mouth and chewed it: "It's okay, I can't die." ”

"You say that this person is not known to us, and I wonder if it is from the mortal realm where we are? Is it the slavery captured by the Li family? The trot was full of doubts, hoping that it was their monk from the mortal realm.

After all, the mortal realm is so big, and there are not many people they know, so few that it is almost pitiful, and it is impossible for everyone to know them.

The two of them were idle to eat Zhu Guo, and at this time, Qingluo had already finished tidying up, and opened the door and said to Zhang Yanchen: "Senior aunt, it's been done, I also gave her some immortal yuan, fed her an immortal yuan pill, and it is estimated that she should be able to wake up in about an hour." ”

Qingluo has always done things very well, and Qingluo has always been loyal to Zhang Yanchen, and Zhang Yanchen does not intend to let others know about this rescued woman.

"Well, you go and rest, don't let anyone else know about this matter." Zhang Yanchen snapped.

Qingluo nodded, answered, and left the main courtyard where Zhang Yanchen lived.

Zhang Yanchen turned around and walked into the house, trotted off the swing and followed, and locked the door after the two entered the house.

There are prohibitions on all six sides of the room to isolate immortal consciousness and sound, and with the double enchantment set by Zhang Yanchen, it is very safe.

There was a woman in only a shirt lying on the soft couch, with black hair and a round face, and she was very cute lying quietly, looking very temperamental, and her figure was quite good.

It stands to reason that there is such a posture, according to the character of the Li family, it makes no sense to just drag it out and beat it, and there is no invasion. Commit this woman?

The trot raised his hand and pinched the woman's face, and there were bruises on the other side of the face, and there were heavy slap marks, and the bridge of the nose was broken, and it could almost be said that there were few good pieces on the entire face.

The trot didn't dare to pinch it hard, but just touched it lightly, which still provoked the woman's soft hum, and her brows were furrowed tightly.

This is a strong pain that can be felt even in a coma, and you can imagine how heavy the four people are.

Zhang Yanchen reached out and lifted the woman's sleeve, revealing an arm that was also bruised, and there were many scratches and whip marks on it, which were worse than the ones on his face and neck, and he couldn't find half of the whole skin.

Zhang Yanchen fell lightly from the roof, stood next to the dying woman, and said to the small trotter who swallowed the four people in one gulp: "We have to leave as soon as possible." ”

As he spoke, Zhang Yanchen had already moved his mind and put the woman on the ground into the Soul Refining Tower.

The woman on the left and right was already unconscious, and after taking it in, to prevent the woman from waking up suddenly, Zhang Yanchen also asked the soul refining to feed her a tranquilizing pill.

After eating, she can be guaranteed to sleep for three or five more hours.

The two of them then quietly walked out of the alley and turned into people on the street. One of the members of the stream walked leisurely towards the south of the city.

After leaving the north of the city, the two of them found a secret place to change back to their original appearance, and then returned to Zhang's house.

As soon as he entered the house and got out the unconscious woman in the Soul Refining Tower, Zhang Yanchen instructed Qingluo to fetch hot water and asked her to carefully wash and change the woman's clothes.

A cultivator naturally wouldn't die so easily, and although he was seriously injured, his aura had obviously stabilized a lot at the moment.

His body was covered with filth and blood, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

Zhang Yanchen set up two enchantments in the house, and then went out and stood at the door.

The trotter sat on the swing next to him, holding a string of unknown vermilion fruits in his hand, biting one from time to time, smashing it and swallowing it after smashing it.

"Sister, how is she?" Trot asked.

Zhang Yanchen walked over, picked a vermilion fruit, threw it into his mouth and chewed it: "It's okay, I can't die." ”

"You say that this person is not known to us, and I wonder if it is from the mortal realm where we are? Is it the slavery captured by the Li family? The trot was full of doubts, hoping that it was their monk from the mortal realm.

After all, the mortal realm is so big, and there are not many people they know, so few that it is almost pitiful, and it is impossible for everyone to know them.

The two of them were idle to eat Zhu Guo, and at this time, Qingluo had already finished tidying up, and opened the door and said to Zhang Yanchen: "Senior aunt, it's been done, I also gave her some immortal yuan, fed her an immortal yuan pill, and it is estimated that she should be able to wake up in about an hour." ”

Qingluo has always done things very well, and Qingluo has always been loyal to Zhang Yanchen, and Zhang Yanchen does not intend to let others know about this rescued woman.

"Well, you go and rest, don't let anyone else know about this matter." Zhang Yanchen snapped.

Qingluo nodded, answered, and left the main courtyard where Zhang Yanchen lived.

Zhang Yanchen turned around and walked into the house, trotted off the swing and followed, and locked the door after the two entered the house.

There are prohibitions on all six sides of the room to isolate immortal consciousness and sound, and with the double enchantment set by Zhang Yanchen, it is very safe.

There was a woman in only a shirt lying on the soft couch, with black hair and a round face, and she was very cute lying quietly, looking very temperamental, and her figure was quite good.

It stands to reason that there is such a posture, according to the character of the Li family, it makes no sense to just drag it out and beat it, and there is no invasion. Commit this woman?

The trot raised his hand and pinched the woman's face, and there were bruises on the other side of the face, and there were heavy slap marks, and the bridge of the nose was broken, and it could almost be said that there were few good pieces on the entire face.

The trot didn't dare to pinch it hard, but just touched it lightly, which still provoked the woman's soft hum, and her brows were furrowed tightly.

This is a strong pain that can be felt even in a coma, and you can imagine how heavy the four people are.

(To be continued.) )