That "thought" was about to blurt out almost instantly, but he still held back, and after being silent for a long time, he raised his head again and looked at Yun Qingyu with burning eyes.

Seeing that he still refused to speak, Yun Qingyu picked up the cigarette pouch pot, filled it with tobacco, lit the fire, and said while smoking: "When Ji Wangyi left with the injured Lin Anlie, he said something to me, but you can choose not to listen, of course, you can also choose to listen!"

"Say it!" took a deep breath, and this time, Daydive replied directly without hesitation.

Spit out a big smoke ring, Yun Qingyu first made a meditative look against her head, then rubbed her temples, and said lightly: "She said that with her and Lin Anlie's ideas, you can risk your (Xiaosheng) life, and you can't compete with those sword immortals in the Xuan Court, if you want to save Mo Yifan, she believes that you are the only one who can do it!"

"Me?" said with a cold self-deprecating smile and a smile to himself, "Look at my half-dead appearance now, what can I do?"

The back of Mo Yifan's back that was clearly trembling with fear but relieved when he left resurfaced in his mind again, and a strong sense of powerlessness hit Tian Qian's heart, and he actually went crazy and began to hammer his legs.

"What can I do? What can I do? What can I do—"

As the hammer became more and more forceful, the day dive almost fell into a state of madness, and the sound of repeating words over and over again became louder and louder.

"Hey, you-"

Ah Ci saw that the white silk wrapped around his chest was gradually soaking a large area of bright red, and he knew that the wound that had not yet healed was opened again because of his overly violent movements, and he wanted to rush forward to stop him.

"Ah Ci, don't stop him!" Yun Qingyu was unusual, closed the folding fan in his hand heavily, and then scolded sharply, "You just let him go crazy, anyway, with this kind of waste-like appearance, do you still think that he can really save the second son of the Mo family, and can he defeat those serious sword immortals in Xuanting?"

"But, boss, he's hurt-" Although he didn't dare to disobey his order, standing in place and not daring to step forward, Ah Ci's eyes were still locked on the body of the day dive, and he said with a flat mouth and worry.

"What's wrong with his injury?" Yun Qingyu had put away the faint smile that had always hung on his face at this time, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "If you are afraid that he will die in our Qingliao, just carry him out and throw him in the mountains before he dies!"

Hearing him say this, Ah Ci quickly and obediently closed his mouth.

Others may not know what their boss is (Xiaosheng), but he can't understand it better.

Don't look at the boss of Ping Suri who has a smile all the time, is very kind to others, and occasionally says something completely unreasonable, and there is no need to take it seriously unreliable, but that is not the real him.

Who is the boss Yun Qingyu? He was also famous for a while, but now he seems to be hiding here, so I don't know.

However, once the boss Yun Qingyu put away the smile on his face and slowly shook the folding fan without saying a word, every word he said was extremely serious, and he would do what he said, leaving no trace of mercy at all, so that he could almost be compared with Mo Yichen, the head of the Mo family.

"How did you remember that guy?"

Shaking his head vigorously, Ah Ci wanted to throw out the figure of Mo Yichen that now appeared in his mind. For this person, although he has only been in contact with it once over the years, he is afraid from the bottom of his heart. If it is said that the second son of the Mo family is an iceman, then the head of the Mo family is an iceberg.

I don't know if Yun Qingyu's words had some effect, or the pain in his chest was terrible, or if the idea only recovered much physical strength and used up again, anyway, the day dive finally stopped hammering his legs, lowered his head and trembled all over, and his scattered silver hair hung down indiscriminately to cover his entire face, although he couldn't see his expression clearly, he could see large tears dripping down on his quilt, and the frequency was getting faster and faster to form a small piece of water stains.

"Mo Yifan, he has been taken back to Xuanting by those two people, his immortal bones in my body have been stripped away by that person, how can I save him? I don't even know where Xuanting is, how can I save people?"

Day Qian's words were gritted his teeth, not that he hated Mo Yichen and Qi Lei very much, but that his mind was now full of Mo Yifan's farewell eyes, and he couldn't suppress the sadness in his heart, afraid that he would cry out in a gaffe.

Ah Ci, who had already run out and deliberately brought the medicine box, had just returned to the room when he saw this scene, and he couldn't help but sigh heavily, took out the clean white silk and the new Jinchuang medicine, and slowly crawled back to the bed.

"You ordinary man, it's really good for everything-" He first took off the dirty clothes on his upper body for Dayqian, gently cut off the blood-stained white silk, and sighed helplessly while cleaning his wounds and reapplying the gold creation medicine, and said, "It's just that this (Xiaosheng) son is too impatient!"

Fang Cai was still in his fierce day dive like a lion, but at this time he was quiet and honest like a little white rabbit, obediently sitting motionless with his head down, letting Ah Ci's little chubby hand wipe around with a soft cloth stained with medicinal wine, and then dusting and sprinkling with Jinchuang medicine, and finally bandaging himself again with clean white silk.

Dayan wanted to say a word of thanks, but he didn't know how to speak, his heart was like a mess, for fear that the emotions that had calmed down when he opened his mouth would collapse again.

I don't know when, Yun Qingyu had an extra cup of steaming tea in his hand, and after taking a few sips, he regained his smile and said to the day dive: "Let me ask you, little brother day, let me ask you again, do you really want to go to the Xuan Court to save the second son of the Mo family?"

"I would like to go, but I can't go to Xuanting!"

Putting the teacup in his hand on the table next to him, Yun Qingyu seemed to be very satisfied with his reaction, nodded with a smile, and said, "If I have a way to let you go to the Xuan Court, can you have the confidence to retreat with your whole body?"

"What are you talking about?" Hearing this, the day-diving who had been empty-eyed and lifeless before, as if he had swallowed a stick of ginseng raw, raised his head suddenly, and asked excitedly, "Is this true?

As a result, before he finished his words, he felt a huge pain in his chest, so painful that he had to cover his chest, and a layer of cold sweat soaked out of his pale face.

"Ouch, don't move around!" The reason why he was in pain was because Ah Ci was dissatisfied with him being so excited, so he pulled a handful of white silk that had just been bandaged vigorously, and said angrily, "This is just wrapped for you, that is, you really want to send that Xuanting to death, and you have to have a life, right?"

"Hmm!"

Nodding obediently, the day was really quiet, but his red eyes were full of uneasiness and anxiety, and he was looking forward to the way to the Xuan Court.

However, Yun Qingyu didn't know what was going on, just picked up the teacup again, slowly took two sips of tea, smoked two puffs of cigarette beautifully, and looked at him with a slight smile, as if the topic he had said before had never been said.

couldn't understand what kind of medicine he was selling in this gourd, so he had to keep silent, anxious but didn't dare to say more.

Ah Ci couldn't figure it out, it was obvious that the boss himself wanted to help this kid, why didn't he speak? Could it be that he changed his mind again and didn't want to care?

This oppressive atmosphere made Tian Qian feel suffocated, he carefully observed Yun Qingyu, who was still looking at him, pursed a pair of lips, and secretly decided in his heart that as long as he didn't speak, he would never speak impulsively, so as not to mess things up again because of his impatient (Xiaosheng) son.

His reaction was something Yun Qingyu hadn't expected, after all, with his own understanding of this young man, he should be the kind of person who couldn't keep calm in such a situation, which was also the most worrying place. What kind of place is that Xuanting, if you want to save people from there, how can you rely on your brain, and you still need to be resourceful if you are brave.

"Little Brother Day, is the second son of the Mo family really that important to you?" Yun Qingyu put the exhausted cigarette pouch pot on the sole of his shoe and knocked it off, and after knocking the cigarette ash clean, he asked softly, "It's so important, you don't even want your life?"

As soon as he heard the words "Mo Yifan", Tian Qian couldn't help but feel a trace of warmth from the bottom of his heart, and a slightly gentle smile also floated on his cheeks.

"Didn't he do this for me all the time?" he said lightly.

"Okay, in that case-" Putting away the cigarette pouch pot, Yun Qingyu opened the folding fan, and said while shaking it gently, "I can help you go to Xuanting to save people, but there needs to be a condition that you can't refuse!"

"What conditions?" asked Daydive, "as long as I can save him, I will promise you!"

"Okay, it will take a day for your injury to be healed by my secret gold creation medicine, and then you will stay in my Qingliao and practice with me for half a month, so as to improve your cultivation!" Yun Qingyu pointed an index finger at the tip of his nose and said bluntly.

"In this way, it will take sixteen days-" Day Qian brushed his hand away and roared loudly, "The situation is urgent right now, Mo Yifan is destined to be captured and returned to that ghost place, shouldn't we set off immediately?"

Xu is concerned is chaotic, and while he was talking, he actually reached out and grabbed Yun Qingyu's shoulders.

"It seems that you really don't understand what the situation is right now-"

I saw a hint of sharpness flashing in Yun Qingyu's eyes, and then raised his hand to clasp one of the wrists of the day dive, and lifted it up and leaned forward, only to hear the sound of "bang", and the day dive who sat up was pressed on the bed by the heavy buckle of his arm.