"Ling Gongzi atoned for his sins, may I ask Gongzi ......"

Zong Lan knelt respectfully at the young man's feet, he had only seen Ling Yun once, although he was only fifteen years old, he had already shown enough intelligence.

Ling Yun snorted coldly.

"You still have the face to chase after you? Hmph, a group of wrecks can't even protect one person. The little master's condition has improved in the past two years, you are so capable, let his old disease relapse in just a few days. What's even worse is that there was no one by his side when he became ill, and he almost fell into the hands of bandits. ”

Ling Yun was afraid when he thought about it, if it weren't for his non-stop chase, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Sick? What is wrong with him? The young man squinted at the nervous Xiu Chen, at first their arrival did not leave much reflection on the young man, and at this time the young man reacted and began to pay attention to the two men and two women. He recognized this person as a nosyman, vulgar in behavior, and unattainable.

"Who are you?"

"Tell me quickly, how is he now?" Xiu Chenyan didn't have time to pay attention to Ling Yun's hostility, he just wanted to know if Ling Hanluo was still safe now.

"No, how can it be good." Ling Yun suddenly felt a little sad.

"What the hell is he sick with?"

"With what I know about the little master, you can't be his friends, what are your intentions for him?" Ling Yun didn't like to cultivate the dust, maybe his concern for Ling Hanluo came from the heart, but his anxiety made Ling Yun feel scared.

"Attempt? Can't I just care about him? I promised to protect him. Xiu Chen's eyes were like torches and Ling Yun's gaze was opposite, the young man had a firm heart, he had always understood what he had to do and what he should insist on, what he should do was to eliminate any possibility that would hurt Ling Hanluo.

"I don't trust you, no one in this world will protect another person for no reason." Although Ling Yun was young, what he said had never been thought of before, and he had experienced a lot more hardships in life than he had ever experienced in cultivating dust.

Qu Shui, who has been burying his head, is sour and invincible, and he is in such a bad mood for the first time after the family is broken, not because of himself but because of the enemy.

There is no absolute hatred or absolute love in this world, and there is a definite number of cause and effect.

"I'm sorry." Qu Shui's deep voice was very soft, and although no one paid attention to him, his voice was still heard very clearly.

He said that he had hatred in his heart, but he did not know who to hate.

When he fixed his gaze on the inconspicuous face, his eyes suddenly froze. Ling Yun's eyes showed a fierce light, and the short sword pinned to his waist was thrown towards Qu Shui's neck. Xiu Chenyan stood near Qu Shui, and when he saw Ling Yun's movements, he quickly grabbed the short sword with two fingers.

"Why did you kill him?" Xiu Chenyan didn't care too much about children, but his approach was too cruel to Xiu Chen, who had never hurt anyone's life.

"I said earlier that the surname Chu is a variable, and they should all be put to death." Ling Yun was furious, he wanted to kill someone. Especially this person looks so much like Chu Yu.

He was not familiar with Chu Yu, but there was a portrait of Chu Yu on Ling Hanluo's easel. Ling Yun never understood why he still remembered that since the two hated each other.

Ling Yun's words made people feel ruthless, but Ling Yun never felt wrong.

"Do you know Chu Yu?" Qinghuayin stepped forward and asked. She was very curious about who this Chu Yu was, and who made this young man hate him so much.

"I don't know anything that's as good as a beast."

"No...... No, he won't hurt Childe. In Qu Shui's memory, his brother has always been a gentle and kind person, and he cares more about Ling Hanluo than for his younger brother. When he was a child, he was jealous of Ling Hanluo, who he had never seen, because he could always hear praise from his brother's mouth. How could such a person harm the faith he was trying to protect?

"Do you know that your life was begged by the little master who dragged his seriously ill body to kneel in the rain all night, just for Chu Yu's advice. I still don't understand, since the hatred is strong, why do I care about Chu Yu's words and deeds? I have tried to kill you many times, but the little master will not allow me to hurt you, not even to see you. Qu Shui looked at Ling Yun in shock, and his eyes began to redden. He always thought that his life was saved because of his master's grace, and it turned out that Ling Hanluo was struggling to save it.

The pain in Qu Shui's heart surged like a monstrous wave, and Ling Yun looked at his painful appearance with unprecedented pleasure. He hated the people surnamed Chu, and hated that he couldn't cut them with a thousand knives.

“……………”

Suddenly, there was a sharp fox roar, Ling Yun could not control the water, turned around and rushed into the house. A silver fox lay in front of the bed, and the person on the bed did not wake up but frowned in pain, one hand clutching his chest and the other hand clutching the futon beneath him. The white cheeks were as pale as paper, and they struggled with the occasional murmur.

"Don't ...... Let me go...... Don't ............"

He was lost in his dreams, and the scenes in the dreams he wanted to forget all his life, he kept struggling, kept shouting and ......, until his voice was hoarse and no one came to save him.

Ling Yun rushed into the room, and saw that Ling Hanluo's condition made him very scared.

“…… No...... Brother Jade ............ Save me............"

Ling Yun tightly grasped Ling Hanluo's restless hand so anxiously that tears flowed straight down, why didn't he forget that damn Chu Yu in his dreams?

"Little master, don't scare me." Ling Yun panicked and turned over all the medicine boxes on the table to the ground, scattering all kinds of medicine bottles all over the ground. He fell to his knees and searched among the vials that filled the floor for the one he wanted.

The group followed Ling Yun into the house, and when they saw Ling Yun, he looked like a down-and-out nobleman.

"Get out." Ling Yun roared at them, and those helpless eyes came into view. At this time, no one approached, and watched him through the curtain in front of the bed to find a white porcelain vase, and happily crawled to the side of the bed. Ling Hanluo on the bed suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, as if he had broken free from a dream. It's just that the red blood blurred Ling Yun's vision.

"Little master."

Ling Yun immediately gave him the medicine, straightened the lifeless Ling Hanluo, sat on the bed, and emitted a faint white light from his body, which continued to spread and strengthen, rendering his immature face as bright as a divine son, as if he had the momentum of catching the moon. From the white light overflowing from his body, it was impossible to see that it was He Wushu Road, and his internal strength was so strong at a young age. The internal force was transmitted to Ling Hanluo's body with Ling Yun's hand, instantly surrounding the two of them, and this layer of undetectable tulle tightly grabbed people's hearts.

A magical halo of light lingered around Ling Hanluo, and when the light dissipated, Ling Yun had also collapsed.

"Little master, little master........." Ling Han fell weakly into Ling Yun's arms, Ling Yun didn't even scream a few times and put down him and staggered out of bed.

Ling Yun just used the inside to spread the medicinal power to the internal organs, although this medicine can save lives, but the medicinal power is too strong, and it is not suitable for people who are weak.

Ling Yun stumbled out and sat down on the stool.

"How's Luo'er?" Xiu Chenyan never knew what it was like to feel when the life of a cherished person hung by a thread, and Ling Yun's anxiety, fear, and fear were deeply rooted in his heart.

Ling Hanluo's health was very poor, he couldn't withstand any damage, this was the only answer that Xiu Chenluo knew now.

"His heart hurts." Ling Yun said in an unsteady voice.

Xiao Shichen also felt a little emotional when he heard that Ling Hanluo was sick, although he was not good at words, and sometimes he looked down on people, but he was not a bad person.

"Anger and sorrow lead to rebellious anger, and the operation of qi is blocked. Qi is the handsomeness of blood, qi is bloody, qi stagnation is blood stasis, and the end of qi stagnation and blood stasis is not passable, and if it is not passed, it is painful. Xiao Shichen said slowly.

"You're a doctor?" Ling Yun asked in surprise.

"Does he have a heart disease?" Xiao Chang finally raised his eyebrows and asked again.

"Yes, the little master was told that he had a heart disease eight years ago, and the doctor said that the disease fell in the mother's womb, but no one noticed it until the first time."

"Is there a cure?" Xiu Chenyan asked out loud.

Xiao Shichen touched his chin with one hand and thought for a long time. "As far as I know, there is no cure for this disease. However, as long as you keep your mood comfortable, there is no joy or sorrow, and you can still live a long life without love. As the saying goes, harmony and anger and a peaceful dwelling, yin and yang and the tone of rigidity and softness"

Obviously, Ling Hanluo is a hard-working person, and he can't be ruthless.

"Every time this disease occurs, it will be severe, and when it occurs, it will be accompanied by strong angina, then difficulty breathing, and eventually it will kill people." Xiao Shichen didn't scare people, he couldn't see the abnormality when the disease didn't get sick, as long as he was sick, he would die.

"You're right, after years of conditioning and peace, the little master hasn't been sick for many years. I think he heard the last thing he wanted to hear, and he saw the last thing he wanted to see. Ling Yun no longer had the momentum to start, he was only worried about Ling Hanluo's condition now. On the way down, you will encounter the kind of knot that you can't get over. If only he could do what he wanted and not care about the world, that would be great.