Leng Zhi had no aura to protect his body at this time, and he was seriously injured before, and he was kicked so hard that he rolled his eyes in pain, but because he was once a monk's body was cast, his physique and mental strength were stronger than ordinary people, and he couldn't faint if he wanted to, so he could only suffer in vain.

"Haha, it's really a tiger falling in Pingyang and being bullied by dogs!" Leng Zhi couldn't move his hands and feet, but his usual strength didn't allow him to admit it:

"Leng Qin, you were just born a few years earlier than me, in the past, you didn't respectfully call me 'Brother Zhi', petty flattery, former and backward, flattery, why didn't you have the current momentum at that time? Now, do you think you're older than me? ”

"You!" Leng Qin was exposed in public, and he was annoyed, chased him over and kicked him several times in succession, harder and harder each time.

The corners of Leng Zhi's mouth were overflowing with blood, but he had no intention of giving in, but laughed even more arrogantly:

"Kick, kick harder, you squishy shit!"

"I am used to seeing the grass on the wall of the wind and the rudder, even if I don't have me, you won't be the head in this courtyard."

"Cool!"

"Do you have that little strength, what an old piece of shit!"

Leng Qin was furious, "Okay, Lao Tzu will fulfill you today!" ”

said that he raised his hand and was about to cast a spell, but was held down by the person next to him, "Brother Qin, don't fall for this kid's plan, he is deliberately provoking you and wants you to give you a good time." ”

Leng Qin retracted his gesture and looked at the embarrassed person lying on the ground mockingly, "Ha, you also have today, wouldn't it be cheaper for you to kill with one move." ”

After Leng Qin finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the brothers in the courtyard:

"Brothers, how has he done to us over the years, how many souls are in his hands in this courtyard, and which of the new brothers has not been oppressed by him?"

"I know the grievances in everyone's hearts over the years, and now, let's vent them all!"

Yu Wei, who was originally taken in Leng Zhi's accumulation of years, and those who didn't dare to go too far saw this, and their hatred for many years could not be stimulated, so they smiled cruelly and walked towards him with their fists.

"Take it easy, don't play to death all at once, it's not interesting, it's a good thing for him."

"Haha, you know!"

"Finally, I was asked to wait, and I will let you taste what it is like to be fooled and played!"

Seeing that everyone's faces were full of excitement to turn over, Leng Zhi's crazy eyes showed defeat, closed his eyes, and no longer looked at this group of ambitious ants, nor did he care about what would happen to him, but all that came to his mind was that fair and delicate little face.

I don't know what happened to his injuries.

However, if you want to have a physical mortal body, even if you don't die today, his life span is approaching. That's fine, and wait, they will soon be able to reincarnate together.

It's a pity that Leng Zhi doesn't know that many wishful thinking always end in tragedy. Not to mention that the two of them went to reincarnate together, even if he was cold, he wanted to be reincarnated and had to wait to stay up.

Seeing a group of people happily beating Leng Zhi, who had no power to resist, Leng Wei turned around and went back to the room without saying a word, closing the doors and windows tightly, isolating the disturbances of the outside world; Although Leng Ying was a little embarrassed, he kept turning around and running into the secret room to start his "retreat" process.

Seifu-in

Looking at the little pot that walked around in front of him, sat down for a while, and stood up and sighed for a while, Qinglu was a little upset by him, and simply pressed the small pot that had just gotten up back, "You can stop for a while." ”

Xiaoju was so anxious that his eyes were red and his eyes were full of tears, "It's been so long, why haven't the two masters come back yet, nothing will happen, right?" ”

"Bah, you crow's mouth, take back your tears for me, what are you crying all the time!"

Qing Yu, who ran out of the meditation hall again, heard this, slapped him on the back with a palm, having said that, he said in his heart that he was not worried that it was fake, he knew what level of cultivation the young lady was, so he was so unprepared, and he hurriedly killed other people's territory alone, can he get a bargain?

Xiaoju was beaten and trained, but the tears in his eyes flowed down, and he shrank in the chair and gasped.

"You ......" Qing Yu was angry.

Qinghe stopped Qing Yu's hand raised again, "Okay, what do you have to worry about him, it's not that you don't know his temperament, you usually have to shed a few tears when you're fine, not to mention that his master's safety is unknown now, let him cry." ”

"Hmph." Qing Yu couldn't see his tear-filled appearance, so he simply got up and waited, out of sight and out of mind.

"Mademoiselle is back."

Qingjing, who had been looking out the window and was silent, smiled and hurried to greet her, and the other people in the room couldn't wait to get up.

"Young Master? Master! ”

Originally shrunk into a small pot crying, a puff of smoke ran out of the house, I don't care how strange and amazing the picture of the young lady holding the young master is, and now he only has the little master who is covered in blood in his eyes.

"Young master, woo, what's wrong with you, young master, woowoo......"

"Oh, don't babble, Miss Xijing." Qing Yu shouted after him.

Leng Luohyun looked at this little guy who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a seven-foot body, but his appearance and behavior were not manly, and after a little hesitation, he still handed the person in his hand to him, "Take it and wash it." ”

"Huh? Oh......"

The little pot whimpered and took it cautiously, thinking that it wasn't too many steps off, why didn't he just take the young master in? But when the young master wakes up, if he knows that the young lady personally went to save him and carry him all the way back to the yard, he will be happy for a long time.

Thinking like this, Xiaoju laughed again, hugged his young master, hung two lines of tears on his face, and ran away again.

"Miss, are you hurt?" Qingjing looked up and down nervously.

Leng Luohyun shook his head, "You go and help, I'll come back later." "No matter how you think about it, I think there's something wrong with that little guy just now.

"Yes." Seeing that the young lady was fine, Qing Jing breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and her steps became brisk, beckoning Qinglu and Qing Yu to prepare things.

When Leng Luohyun returned to Linling Courtyard to bathe and change clothes, he saw that the little guy before was sitting under the porch wiping his tears, whimpering, crying so pitifully.

It's just that his slender figure and his facial features, although fair-skinned, are obviously handsome men......

"Miss—"

Seeing that Miss went and returned, Xiaoju was still happy in her heart, but didn't Miss see herself? Why did he just walk past him? And it's even faster than when I first entered the yard!

Perhaps, Miss is also like him, worried about the young master, and feels sorry for the young master, so she can't wait to see the young master?

Hearing this rather "mournful and tactful" shout, Leng Luohyun had to stop and turn to look at him.

Woo, how can Qing Yu say that Miss has become gentle and amiable to talk, but it is indeed very fairy and beautiful, better looking than any girl in the house, but, this temperament is clearly more cold than ice cubes, obviously he remembers that Miss was not like this before.

Looking at the young man who was sad and tearful again, Leng Luoxin couldn't help but wonder again, who was looking for Leng Luofeng's little guy, in addition to being taller and better-looking, what use was there? How can she cry more than the four maids in her yard? If you have something to say, what can cry solve.

What's more, didn't he really realize that his behavior did not match his appearance?

"......" Xiaoju had just mustered up the courage to speak, but when he looked up, he found that there was no one in front of him.

Look, seeing him crying so sadly, but the young lady didn't even ask a basic question and care and left again, why is the little pot so pitiful, it's just that he feels sorry for the young master's wounds, and he just wants to talk to someone, why don't you ignore him, woo......

"Miss." Inside the house, Qing Jing and the others saw Leng Luofeng coming in, and they hurriedly got up and gave way, and Leng Luofeng, who was lying on the bed with a pale face, was revealed, and the small one was lying on the wide bed, and it was lonely when he looked at it.

"Not awake?"

"Yes, the little young master was injured by the aura, and the inside was too badly damaged, and what Steward Wu usually sent was some trauma medicine, which treated the symptoms but not the root cause." Qingjing looked at Leng Luofeng with some pity, his appearance was not like a young lady, but more and more like a lady.

Leng Luohyun stood in front of the bed and looked at it, walked over and leaned over to cut his pulse, and his pupils flickered.

He, can he actually repair the losses in his body by himself?

It is true that when she rescued him, she saw that this kid's breath was weak and almost inaudible, she had given him a little internal force to continue his life, and she reluctantly fed him the life-saving pill that she had finally made.

But at this moment, he seems to be unconscious, but the inside of his body is getting better at a very fast speed, at least, it is much better than when he was just rescued.

One is a dying man, the other is a half-dead man, well, after a while, he will be almost a healthy living person.

Can this also be called "waste"?!

Leng Luohyun doesn't quite understand the definition of "waste" in this world.

"Woo, my poor young master......"

"Young master, young master, the little pot is here to accompany you, woo woo ......"

The sound of whimpering from far and near came again, and everyone standing in the room couldn't help but bulge the corners of their foreheads, and even Qingjing, who had always had a good temper, couldn't help frowning.

I finally sent away this trouble of crying when I saw the young master's scars, so as not to get in the way here, why did I just run back crying again after a while? The little master hasn't woken up yet. Besides, Qing Jing raised his eyes and looked at his master, the young lady was here, he was afraid that he would not be able to hide.

looked at the "long-shaped man" who ran into the house with a smoke and went straight to the big bed, and all that lingered in his ears was "woo woo". Leng Luohyun turned his wrist, but finally held back and didn't make a move.

Who doesn't have a special fetish, does he?

After the end, seeing the young lady showing this gentle smile, the four maids couldn't help it, and at the same time lit a pillar of incense for the small pot in their hearts.

"Young master, wow, if you don't wake up, Xiaoju is so boring by himself, woo, I even feel that the temperature around me has dropped." When the small pot held Leng Luoyun's pulse with one hand, Leng Luofeng's exposed hand, one hand went around his chest, hugged himself to keep warm, and rubbed his hands up and down and shouted, "It's so cold, it's cold~"

After speaking, Xiaoju looked back at the five people behind him very considerately, "Miss, four sisters, are you cold?" Woo, it's late spring, but the little pot feels even colder than in winter, ...... here."

As he spoke, he struggled to free out a hand and patted his mouth gently, "It's so cold that you shiver." ”

“……”

Is this man really stupid, or is he pretending to be smart? But the instincts were quite accurate.