As if struggling for a long time, Yan Xiong opened his mouth and pursed again, and finally asked hesitantly, "Ning'er, your body ...... Is it better? As he said this, his hands shook like chaff, leaving a few distinct marks on the armrests.

Yan Zining didn't seem to expect her father to say this, and she was a little stunned. There seemed to be water flowing in her pupils, and the lake in her heart moved, wrinkling some ripples. She coughed again, blood splattering.

Heaven and earth can be seen, she really wanted to say some gentle, comforting words, but the rebellion she had cultivated over the years was like a fishbone stuck in her throat, making her swallow these thoughts into her stomach without any left.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she said expressionlessly: "Thank you for my father's concern, I'm fine, and I shouldn't die for the time being." But secretly, for some reason, one of the girl's tears rolled down like a pearl, ran down her nose and into her mouth, and was swallowed by her.

With that, she ordered the maid to help her out of the gate, with a somewhat hurried step, as if in a hurry to cut something. Yan Xiong hesitated for a moment, stretched out a hand, as if he wanted to recall her: "Ning'er, at least tell me the truth, let me know your state." ”

Yan Zining paused, and an idea came to her mind: Father seems to be ...... this time It's the first time I've lowered my posture to face her. Is it because I'm dying? Really...... She felt tears moisten her eyes, and another pearl rolled down, shattering into a splash.

She tilted her head sideways, half of her cheeks looking beautiful, the other half completely blending into the shadows. She took a breath and said in a non-fluctuating tone, "My external injuries are all over every corner of my body, and although I use the best pills, I still hurt from time to time. ”

Her face was pale, and her tone was as steady as ice that would never melt, as if she was not speaking to herself: "The most serious thing is the internal injury, my internal organs are knotted together, fortunately, I am an immortal cultivator, so I will not die." ”

"But." Her dark eyes dimmed, and it seemed like a candle flame had been extinguished, "The most deadly thing is the sequelae of my forced ingestion of pills, I can feel that the fire poison is flowing in my body." ”

She touched her waist and looked pained, as if a poisonous snake was swimming in her body. She took a deep breath again, trying not to tremble in her tone: "Now I am taking the pill to control the fire poison, but the symptoms are not the root cause, and it can only have a suppressive effect." ”

"If it goes on like this." Yan Zining's face suddenly turned dead white, like a zombie who had just entered the funeral and got up again, "If the injury doesn't worsen, the fire poison can keep to me, and I can still live for a year." ”

"But if it gets worse, I don't know, maybe I'll die in the next second." Yan Zining smiled self-deprecatingly, glanced at Yan Xiong deeply, turned her head and left, leaving Yan Xiong sitting on the main seat, as if she had been drained of all her strength, and rubbed her forehead.

Obviously, the candle flame was flickering, and it was very early tomorrow, and the golden sunlight illuminated the whole room, but Yan Xiong felt a little dim inexplicably. He watched Yan Zining walk out of the room step by step, and he felt a trace of coldness on his body.

……

Li Wuming's flying sword "Purple Abyss" swooped downward, and the sound of the fierce wind around him was like an elf singing. The violent wind pressure and acrobatic flying style made Wen Jin a little dizzy, like drinking a full glass of barbarian liquor.

With a snort, Zi Yuan hovered steadily above the ground, and the violent wind pressure radiated like ripples, rolling up large patches of dirt and dust, and then falling down one after another.

The four of them jumped off the flying sword and narrowed their eyes slightly in the smoke and dust. While Wen Jin and the others were curiously watching, Li Wuming waved his fingers, and Ziyuan shrank inch by inch, circling twice, like a small purple jade dagger, and he received the Qiankun Ring.

"Look." Li Wuming blinked, stretched out his hand and pointed forward. I saw that there was a low city wall ahead, and several men in light armor who looked like guards were pacing back and forth on it, and each guard put his hand on the scabbard at his waist, as if he would pull it out and cut it down in the next second.

Farther away, you can see the smoke curling up, like a swimming dragon, rising in a twist and turn. "That's Yuxi Town. We'll rest there today, and maybe we'll find a good wagon. Li Wuming smiled, and the white robe on his body looked a little dazzling in the sunlight.

"Good ......" Wen Jin was about to respond, but his expression suddenly moved, and he couldn't help but turn his head and look behind him. The Immortal Cultivator's keen observation allowed him to see the scene there clearly, and he found that horse-drawn carriages were coming from there, connected in a line, like a long snake.

"That's ......" "Caravan only." Li Wuming didn't look back, but he already had a clear understanding of everything, "It's nothing unusual, caravans on the Central Continent are prevalent, and there are even fewer people who run long distances like this." ”

Wen Jin nodded thoughtfully, but his eyes did not take his eyes off. The caravan slowly approached, and with his eyesight, he could see the horses leading the carriage drooping their heads, as if they were panting, as if they were very tired.

More than a dozen tall horses surrounded the caravan, and more than a dozen guards in armor sat on it. Each of the guards' swords was unsheathed, refracting like ice cubes. Although the guards looked imposing, they were all wheezing, and they were obviously exhausted.

Strange caravans...... Such a thought came to Wen Jin's mind, and then burst like a bubble. "Even if it's weird, it's none of my business." He smiled self-deprecatingly, took two steps, and followed Li Wuming in front of him.

After handing the guards a few yellow copper coins, they entered Yuxi Town as they wished. Yuxi Town inherited the characteristics of other towns in the Middle-earth Continent, that is, there were so many people that they could spread out into an ocean.

Finally squeezed into the hotel, Li Wuming took a long breath, and slapped two taels of silver on the front desk boldly, as if the money was not his—Wen Jin felt a little melancholy every time he saw his squandering, because the money was deposited by him on Li Wuming.

After settling down everyone, Li Wuming found an unconvincing reason and took the opportunity to sneak out. According to Wen Jin's words, that is, he didn't need to explain, and this explanation was suspicious no matter how he looked at it.

In order not to be noticed by ordinary passers-by, he used a golden hidden technique on himself. A bright golden light emerged from his body, and as soon as it circled, it burrowed back into his body, and he knew that he was physically invisible.