Jiang Zebei's gaze finally stopped on Chen Mengtian's palm-sized face.

There was some pain in his chest, but he didn't feel anything else.

"It's fine."

As soon as Jiang Zebei finished saying these two words, his eyes widened suddenly.

He stood up from the ground suddenly, "What about Ziyue and Qishan?" ”

The tone was full of eagerness and trembling.

The young man's hands gripped Chen Mengtian's arm hard, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

The white eyeballs in his eyes were instantly bloodshot and red, revealing infinite pain.

Seeing this, Chen Mengtian picked him up from behind and asked him to hold her body steady.

She stretched out her hand and pointed to Jiang Zebei's front and said, "Look, they are all here, all are fine, don't worry." ”

Jiang Zebei stared directly at Zhu Ziyue with his eyes, and Chen Qishan not far away.

The blood stains on Chen Qishan's body were all cleaned up, and he didn't look like a big deal.

But he saw Chen Qishan with his own eyes, and he was beaten by those people without any power to fight back.

Seeing Chen Qishan's steady breathing, he completely believed that he was really fine.

And Zhu Ziyue's body is a little serious, and his legs are still blurred with flesh and blood.

However, what surprised Jiang Zebei the most was that he clearly saw with his own eyes that those people cut off Ziyue's hands with knives.

At this time, the hands were intact on his wrists.

Even the arms that were about to fall off before looked intact at this time.

Except that there is a noticeable red mark on it.

It was a wound that had been fixed from the inside with a silver needle.

Jiang Zeda breathed a sigh of relief, and his body was completely planted on Chen Mengtian's body.

This time, he pressed Chen Mengtian enough.

"I'll go! You're trying to crush me! ”

Chen Mengtian himself had studied medical skills for a day, and he was tired and hungry.

Before he could eat something hot, he came to town without stopping.

She has been busy for nearly an hour, and her whole body is about to lose her strength, and she is about to vomit blood when she is pressed by Jiang Zebei.

Hearing the voice of the girl behind him, Jiang Zebei immediately supported his body.

He turned his head to look at Chen Mengtian, and his eyes did not have much joy for the rest of his life.

The boy's eyes showed infinite sorrow.

Looking at Jiang Zebei like this, Chen Mengtian was a little confused.

Isn't it a happy thing that the young man in front of him is safe and sound, and his friend's life is not in danger?

Jiang Zebei's cold and arrogant eyes seemed to have no focal length, and his dark eyes were full of pain.

His black hair was covered with blood, scattered in his ears at the moment, like a lone wolf, embarrassed but afraid to approach.

The immature and delicate face was full of desperate pain, which Chen Mengtian couldn't understand.

Especially with a cold, alienating aura around him.

"Jiang Zebei, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Zebei didn't answer her, but turned around and let his body fall to the ground.

"Bang ......"

The sound of flesh falling to the ground, making a muffled sound.

Listening to Chen Mengtian's ears, they all felt pain for Jiang Zebei.

The movement here, Mo Zixuan and Shopkeeper Mo naturally listened to it.

One of them looked over this way, and the other was still concentrating on smearing Zhu Ziyue with spiritual liquid.

Chen Mengtian looked at Jiang Zebei, who was lying on the ground, tears streaming from his eyes, and didn't know what to say for a while.

The other party was silent, his face was full of sadness, and his whole body exuded a cold air that rejected people.

He had nothing in his upper body, and he just lay on the ground.