Yan Siming was in a hurry, he couldn't have imagined that their young master would dare to die.

In the middle of the night, a cold wind blew in the fairy gate, and the climate was suddenly cold, but it could not alleviate Yan Siming's anxiety at all.

Young master, don't you know how many pounds and taels you have now? Not to mention that the lucky immortal waited after waking up and walked away recklessly, and now that he is lying in bed again, even if you are better, you have been standing all afternoon.

When he was called, his face was hazy, and he looked at Linxian Yu in front of him.

The young master's Lin Xianyu has always disliked the guards of the Xianmen disciples, what did the master call him to do at this time?

When I found the movement coming from the side hall, I realized something, and my eyes were red in an instant.

Yan Siming immediately glared at him fiercely, what do you understand.

"Tell me immediately if there's any situation." Yan Siming couldn't stand still and walked towards the outside of the house.

"Master-" panicked, what is the situation, what is the situation that belongs to the master.

Yan Siming didn't have time to talk to him, so he went directly to the main hall of Linxian Island.

Yan Siming has already calculated at this moment, as long as there is any situation there, please Xianzun is afraid that it will be too late, so I have to go to see the situation of Xianzun in advance, and see if I can make some movement and let Xianzun wake up first?

But Yan Siming hadn't arrived at the main hall yet, and he found that the main hall was actually lit up, and the immortal disciples also looked like something had happened, Yan Siming was stunned, and soon knew the situation from the mouth of a immortal disciple.

Fengyun Immortal Servant suddenly aggravated his injury, and Xianzun rushed over in the middle of the night.

Yan Siming thought badly, but if it wasn't so serious, he wouldn't go to see it in the middle of the night, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something would happen to his young master.

Yan Siming was busy, and finally seized the opportunity, and took the supplements sent in a hurry to the apse where the Fengyun Immortal Servant temporarily lived, and before he arrived at the apse, he saw the disciples of the Immortal Realm coming in and out, and it seemed that the situation was not good.

Yan Siming thought about it, but still didn't go in directly, and then saw a disciple of the immortal realm go to ask for hot water, but the disciple of the immortal realm was not familiar with Linxianyu, Yan Siming gritted his teeth, took off his coat, and only wore a white underwear, took the initiative to take the basin in the hands of the disciple of the immortal sect, and got hot water.

"Quick, send it in—" The Xianmen disciple was obviously panicked, and he couldn't see Yan Siming's face clearly in the night, Yan Siming originally just wanted to probe the wind, but at this time, he gritted his teeth and walked in directly with a basin.

The atmosphere in the apse became even more tense, and Yan Siming felt that the problem seemed to have become serious, so he was even more worried about his young master.

When he arrived at the inner room of the apse, he became quiet, but the tense aura did not decrease, Yan Siming immediately lightened his steps, and there was a disciple of the Immortal Realm guarding the door of the inner room, and motioned for Yan Siming to bring the basin in.

Yan Siming saw the figure of the white robe next to the bed, sitting in front of the bed, Yan Siming didn't dare to look around, put down the basin and was about to leave, the Fengyun Immortal on the bed suddenly sat up, bent over, and a mouthful of crimson and black blood spit out in the empty basin in front of the bed.

"Holding the fairy waiter, he still has to vomit for a while, and he can clean it later." Yan Siming was about to leave, but was stopped by Jingxing Immortal Venerable, Yan Siming was immediately stunned, he didn't dare to move, he didn't have time to think of countermeasures in his mind, and immediately stepped forward to support the Fengyun Immortal who was about to fall, and the disciples of the Immortal Realm who came in hurriedly replaced the dirty basin and immediately replaced it with a new one.

"You guys are so good, go back to the fairy world tomorrow morning-"

"Yes—" The two Immortal Sect disciples on the ground replied respectfully.

The white figure didn't look at the Fengyun Immortal Servant and turned away, Yan Siming finally breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the appearance of the Fengyun Immortal Servant, he was groggy and panicked......

"Vomit-" Another mouthful of black blood, two mouthfuls of black blood spit out, and the lucky immortal attendant on the bed seemed to be a little sober, and faintly saw the two figures in front of the bed.

The Fengyun Immortal Attendant beckoned to the two Immortal Attendants underground, and one of the disciples immediately stepped forward.

Yan Siming was supporting Fengyun Immortal at this time, and half of Fengyun's body was supported on Yan Siming's body, it can be said that Yan Siming was the closest person to Fengyun, but he was also the safest person.

"Immortal, but what are your orders?" The disciple asked in a low voice.

Feng Yun nodded, and really regretted that he was strong, why bother to hold it up in the afternoon, so that he counterattacked and almost made a big joke, but this fairy mountain is also very weird.

It's just that although his mind is confused, there is one thing that he always remembers in his mind, that is, Xianzun said that he will return to the fairy world tomorrow, so how can it be done?

And just now, Xianzun also said that he would leave early tomorrow morning.

Feng Yun felt that the matter was because Xianzun was overconfident, of course, Feng Yun of course felt that his own Xianzun did have such confident capital. However, in Chu Xiyin's matter, there is a very difficult place, that is, even Fengyun feels that Chu Xiyin doesn't know that Xianzun is interested in her at all.

If you want to say this thing from the mouth of the Immortal Venerable, it is even more difficult than ascending to the sky.

For example, this time about Xian Zhang, he only learned from Zelu Shangxian's mouth afterwards that Xianzun actually came out with Chu Xiyin in person, which undoubtedly shows that Xianzun must have some meaning to Chu Xiyin, for thousands of years, Xianzun has never done a single thing to compassion for sentient beings.

Others don't know, so he can learn from it.

Others don't know, and only he is lucky enough to do something for Xianzun.

Feng Yun took out a magic weapon in his arms, and finally took out a magic weapon, to be precise, it was a jade pendant, and the green and moist light suddenly attracted all Yan Siming's attention.

"Take this and give it to Chu Xiyin, Miss Chu, say, say ......"

Yan Siming suddenly felt that his mind was blank, but the damn voice of luck came very clearly.

"It was said that Xianzun gave it to Miss Chu, and Xianzun confessed, Miss Chu ...... Miss Chu is okay for the time being, but from there...... After walking there, this thing can keep her healthy - "Feng Yun closed his eyes, he did what he could do, and he did what he couldn't."

For example, this thing, he stole it from the palace of the Immortal Venerable at the risk of danger, it is not a very valuable magic weapon, but it has a very high daily appearance rate, at least there are many immortals in the fairy world who can recognize it.

Yan Siming only felt dizzy in heaven and earth, what kind of person he is, the human spirit among the human spirits, from Jingxing Immortal Zun coming out of the immortal mountain, to Miss Chu being taken care of by the immortal venerable, and then to this moment, from the mouth of Feng Yun to say it himself.

A thought that Yan Siming didn't dare to think about and didn't dare to move fell into Yan Siming's mind so solidly.

Moreover, Yan Siming has not had so much self-denial as lucky, but the young master of his family has already determined it.

Yan Siming was dizzy, and the bright door that God had just opened for him closed so fuckingly, and he threw him on the edge of the cliff by the way.

Yan Siming didn't know how he got out of the apse, and how he unconsciously came to the side hall.

"Elder Yan." The alienated and superior tone of the immortal disciples frightened Yan Siming, and when he came back to his senses, there was no brilliance in his eyes.

"This immortal family, so late, what's the matter?"

“自然是有事，这枚法器是仙尊亲自交代送给楚希音楚姑娘，因本仙并不认识这楚姑娘，路径也不熟，既然在此碰见你了，你交与她吧……”

As he spoke, he handed over the jade pendant.

"Many, thank you Immortal Venerable—"