The servant of the Bu family kicked Bu An's lower abdomen, and then hit him on the back with another elbow, Qingshan only felt a "boom" in his ears, and the surrounding scene disappeared in an instant, and even the ground under his feet was suspended.

After a moment of distraction, she was stunned to find that it was a middle-aged man in brown clothes who fell in a pool of blood, and Bu An was still moving although he was also lying on the ground, he seemed to shout something to the crowd, Su Su immediately picked up bricks and rushed over, and then the whole street was in chaos.

In the chaos, Hui Yuan started to go to the hospital with his back on his back, ran a few steps and turned towards the house. Haruyama followed closely behind them, his mind blank.

Entering the backyard, Qingshan subconsciously led Hui Yuan into his boudoir, watched him put Bu on the bed, and watched the monk walk out without saying a word, she finally couldn't hold on, the whole person was paralyzed, sat down in front of the bed, and the tears couldn't stop flowing down.

Bu'an lay on the bed and stretched out his hand towards Qingshan with difficulty: "I...... If I die...... Are you uncomfortable?"

Qingshan didn't hesitate, reached out and held the palm, and sobbed silently: "Bu Gongzi won't die, won't die......"

Bu An pondered about the performance again, and after a while, he had to turn his face, and hurriedly smiled: "How do you know?"

Qingshan suddenly looked up, only to see a smile on the corner of his mouth, his expression as usual, and suddenly exclaimed, "Are you okay?"

Bu An smiled a little embarrassedly, and pulled away the corner of the blood-stained robe, revealing the soft armor woven of black iron wire: "It's a loss to have this, otherwise I really can't stand it...... I didn't go to the clinic because I wasn't hurt, not what you think. ”

Qingshan really thought that Bu An knew that he was seriously injured and was anxious to explain the future, so he asked Hui Yuan to carry him here and leave him alone; at this time, seeing that he was safe and sound, although he was extremely happy in his heart, he was inevitably ashamed and angry, and his face was even more red.

She froze for a moment, realized that her palm was still held by the "bad guy", quickly shook it off, glanced at him shyly and timidly, got up and ran out.

Standing outside the house, Qingshan still felt that her heart was pounding, and she had the heart to hide farther away, but she was afraid that if Bu An had internal injuries, no one would be there to take care of her.

"I asked Hui Yuan to find the blind man, after all, I am injured, and it is not easy to deal with those things outside......" Bu An lay on the bed, explaining without a word.

Qingshan couldn't help but ask: "Even Hui Yuan is not that person's opponent, are you really okay?"

"I can't say for sure......" Bu An replied with a smile: "Or, you can take a look for me, I also have a good heart?"

Qingshan Xin said, Bu Gongzi, Bu Gongzi, I won't fall for you again. But when she thought about it, she was a little worried, so she moved her steps, stamped her foot, and went into the house again.

"You...... You took off your soft armor......" Haruyama lowered his head and said softly.

Bu An was not ready to wear this inner armor on his body forever, and he always had to take it off when he took a bath or something, since Qingshan was willing to inspect the injury for him, he would not retreat by himself, so it was better to obey his fate respectfully, first take off his long shirt, and then take off his soft armor, and then lie down on the bed with a big grin, and said to Qingshan with a smile: "Do you want to take it off?"

Qingshan didn't answer, walked to the edge of the bed with a red face and sat down, stretched out his hand on the lower abdomen that Bu'an had been kicked before, pressed it gently, and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

In front of the beauty, Bu'an also had a little swaying heart, looking at Qingshan's side face a little distracted, he subconsciously nodded and said, "It's a little ......."

Qingshan added a little strength to his hand, and asked if Bu'an was in pain.

Bu An replied that there was still a point.

A relieved smile appeared on Qingshan's face, and he said softly, "I didn't suffer any internal injuries. She glanced at the soft armor stacked on the head of the bed, and said thoughtfully: "Bu Gongzi is obviously successful in cultivation, but he says that he has no talent for cultivation......

This soft armor looks full of weight, and Bu An can easily wear it as usual, which is naturally a successful practice.

Bu An also knew that he couldn't hide it, and said with a smile: "When did I say that I don't have a talent for cultivation?"

Qingshan was slightly stunned, and found that Bu Gongzi really didn't seem to have said such a thing, it was all speculation by everyone, but he never defended himself, and everyone thought that this was a tacit acquiescence.

At this moment, there was a sound of hurried footsteps in the backyard, followed by Deng Xiaoxian's babbling shouts.

Qingshan was just about to run out, but was grabbed by Bu'an's hand, and reminded with a smile: "I'm all taken off like this, what will people think when they see it?"

Qingshan glanced at him angrily and ashamedly, and in desperation, he had to hurriedly help him put on the inner armor and long shirt.

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killed a moon thief, the neighbors were in high spirits, and Fuping Street was as lively as a festival. But the brick houses along the street of the Qisi Yamen have been changed beyond recognition. The broken door plaque was picked up at some point, and it was left alone in the rubble, like a defeated army setting up a broken flag among the ruins.

Behind the collapsed wooden gate, Li bent down to clean the yard, and the dust raised by the broom and the eldest girl and the second girl who followed her added a touch of pathos to the open courtyard, so that the neighbors in front of the Qisi Gate who passed by would curse hatefully, "The moon thief must not die a good death."

Li Da, a burly man from the north with a dark complexion, squatted at the door of the Seventh Division's Yaya, looking across the street with blank eyes. Behind the four wide wooden doors is the house of the girl from Qingshan, and now everyone in the Seven Divisions is gathered there, not knowing what they are discussing.

Li Da happened to walk away before, and he didn't see the fight that happened at the gate of the Qisi Ya today. It was only after listening to the gossip of the neighbors that he understood what was going on.

The thief who could knock down the Seven Divisions Yamen with one punch was actually scrapped by Bu Ye with a dagger...... The neighbors said that this is called evil and good, but Li Da knew that it was not so simple.

He looked at the door of the Seventh Division for more than three months, and at first he still had some resentment towards this Seventh Division, but then gradually became convinced and then respected, but what has not changed is a faint fear, afraid of the hidden means under his relaxed smile, and afraid of the indifference that he does not put human life in his eyes when he raises the knife in his hand.

Now, that fear has deepened.

Li Da was guarding the door in the Seventh Division, so he naturally saw the brown-clothed middle-aged man who had been here a few times, and knew that this person was definitely not a moon thief.

Li Da has been doing fast fishing since he was seventeen years old, and he is already thirty-four this year, and the experience accumulated from more than ten years of public career tells him what kind of realm a cultivator who can knock down the Seven Divisions Yamen with one punch will probably be.

It is extremely difficult to kill this person, and it is even more difficult to hide countless pairs of eyes in public, and to cover up the killing as a coincidence. And inciting the people to kill people in the name of righteousness is not a matter of difficulty.

Bu Ye doesn't seem to be seventeen years old, seventeen years old...... Li Da couldn't help but think of the first time he was taken by the elders of the clan to see the county when he was seventeen years old, and he couldn't stop his legs from trembling when he knelt on the ground.

At this time, the sun was gradually turning west, and there were still people not far away, saying that Qisi Buye was really a character, and he refused to ask a doctor if he was injured like that.

Li Da glanced at the crowd on the street, shifted his feet, and stared at the four wooden doors across the street.

I don't know why, his heart suddenly surged inexplicably.