Zhang Qilin fell into a deep fear, the bright red blood seeped into his soul through his fingertips, vaguely he seemed to have come to the previous hallucination again, this time he obviously felt that this was not Situ Lu's illusion, because he had been frightened by Wu Xie, and now where he was, everything that happened in front of him may be Wu Xie's blood, fragments of genes, something he wanted to tell him, or he interpreted Wu Xie's genetic fragments and restored Wu Xie's previous memories.

With three points of expectation and seven points of fear, Zhang Qilin was deeply shocked by what was happening in front of him.

It's still the tall man who can never be seen clearly, or Wu Xie in a white holy robe, and the black gold knife runs through Wu Xie's heart, yes, it's the heart. Zhang Qilin was not mistaken. Bright red blood soaked Wu Xie's white robe, but the culprit had no expression, or he couldn't see all his expressions clearly, and his thoughts suddenly reminded him of the scar he had seen earlier, the scar that could feel the coercion of the devastating blow even if he touched it now.

Although Wu Xie just digressed the topic lightly, Zhang Qilin's soul still felt a trace of a different emotion.

"Wu Xie." Zhang Qilin was startled and relieved.

"I rub, do you still dare to scream?" A deep voice fanned Zhang Qilin with a palm wind.

"Fatty, stop!" Wu Xie's cold words came from the side, and he blocked the slap that Wang Fat Man was about to fall with one hand.

"Little naïve, it's because you're always like this, that's why you're hurt," Wang Fatzi said angrily.

Zhang Qilin looked at the scene in front of him, Zhang Tatao and his party had already left, and this was not the shopping mall just now, the decoration and furnishings around it, it seemed that this was Wu Xie's cabinet. The group of people in front of him surrounded Wu Xie, and it was the people who had before, Wang Yueban, Xie Yuchen, the contemporary head of the Xie family, and the mysterious Zhang family's outsiders with black glasses. No one else. The black gold knife lay quietly on the table beside him. Wu Xie's palms were tightly bandaged, and Wu Xie's chest was thickly wrapped in a layer of bandages, and a hint of grapefruit red could be faintly seen.

"Wu Xie, I'm sorry." Zhang Qilin said in a low voice.

"If an apology is useful, why do you need the police?" Xie Yuchen said.

"Xiaohua, okay, he didn't mean it." Wu Xie explained.

"Wu Xie, Zhang Qiling is back, how are you going to explain!" Dark glasses said.

"He'll understand me." Wu Xie said lightly: "I'm tired, thank you for your concern, you can go back first." Wu Xie directly issued an eviction order.

Wang Yueban glanced at Yu Chen, shook his head, many things are not something he can say much, as a friend, as a member of the Iron Triangle, he can only watch Wu Xie's back, as a brother at the critical moment, he can't help anything, that feeling of powerlessness is really hurtful.

Zhang Qilin heard Wu Xie's cold words, although he was defending himself, his heart was more uncomfortable than being Ling Chi. He silently retreated after them.

"Zhang Qilin." Wu Xie suddenly called.

Zhang Qilin silently turned around, walked towards Wu Xie, and stopped beside him.

"Look up." Wu Xie Dao.

Zhang Qilin slowly raised his head and looked at Wu Xie's clear and bright eyes. Wu Xie put one hand on Zhang Qilin's shoulder and looked at the concern in his eyes.

"Did you get hurt when you fought with Situ Lu?" Wu Xie asked with concern.

Zhang Qilin shook his head, but instead looked at Wu Xie's two wounds, each of which he was responsible for, and each of them was related to him.