Murong Yichen carefully bandaged himself with medicine, his mouth was contemplating painfully from time to time, and his forehead was also covered with beads of sweat.

Seeing him like this, I suddenly remembered what he had said when he left. So he was a little thief and asked, "Didn't you go to find your father?" How can it hurt? ”

Murong Yichen was stunned, and he didn't look back, "Something happened halfway......

After that, he ignored me and continued to bury his head in medicating and bandaging the wounds on his body one by one. From the arms, to the waist, to the calves, there are shocking wounds large and small. And every wound he bandaged with great difficulty.

Seeing this, my heart was slightly sour. Although he has a grudge against him in his heart, in the final analysis, he has more or less taught Yunhe and Nianyi for many years. Even if I think about the past, I shouldn't sit idly by. So, I stepped forward and wanted to help him. Unexpectedly, he twisted his body again, dodging my hands. So, I had to find a place opposite him and sit down, and waited quietly.

After about half an hour, he finally cleaned himself up, and then turned around again.

The clothes were in tatters, and the blood oozing from the tangled gauze could still be seen faintly. The stench emitted from his body was really unpleasant, but it did not diminish the heroic spirit that he should have.

"Your martial arts are so high, who in this world can hurt you? What has happened to you in the past six months? When I saw that he finally stopped his movements and looked at me, I couldn't help but ask anymore.

However, he didn't answer and asked, "Qing'er, our Murong family has had an heirloom for generations, do you know?" It is said that the heirloom can win the world if he gets it. ”

"Heirloom?" I was slightly stunned and shook my head, "The things that have been passed down from generation to generation in the Murong family are only family rules and family mottos, where did the heirlooms come from?" ”

"You don't know?" Murong Yichen looked at me with a slight suspicion in his eyes, "Since you were a child, didn't your father-in-law give you anything to keep it for you to collect?" ”

I was shocked, how could Murong Yichen suddenly ask about this today? Don't...... Is it related to what my father gave me last year?

Thinking of this, the scene of my father's own cutting and picking up things that day kept coming to mind. I still remember that scene!

- Daddy...... What is it?

- This is something that the Murong clan has guarded for generations, and you swear, you can't let anyone take it. Whether it's the emperor or Murong Yichen!

- I...... I swear that as long as I live, this thing will never fall into the hands of others! Whether it's Qingcang or Murong Yichen, I will never let them know about the existence of this thing.

"Qing'er? What do you have in mind? Murong Yichen saw that I was silent for a long time, so he asked again.

I slowly raised my head and shook my head calmly, "No...... The things my father gave me when I was a child were books and jewelry, not what you call family heirlooms. ”

After that, I took the initiative instead of passive, "Murong Yichen, what is the heirloom you are talking about?" Whoever gets it gets the world? Why have I never heard my father say that? Even my brother ...... He loves me so much on weekdays, and he hasn't mentioned half a word to me! ”

When Murong Yichen saw me ask him like this, he stopped examining me, "I don't know what it is, but I heard my father-in-law mention it when I was young." ”