After Yuan Mingkong finished speaking, his expression was much calmer. His sister's situation was like a fish bone stuck in her throat. Although it won't be fatal, every time you swallow it, you can clearly feel the discomfort caused by its presence. Occasionally, spitting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm will disturb your mind even more.

Especially as a prince, he can't help himself with many things, but he is helpless.

The Zhao family, where Zhao Rang was born, is an absolute wealthy family in the northern border of Dawei, so he also understands some of the entanglements in the Dawei royal family.

Now among the ten children of the emperor, there are six princes, and each of them has been crowned king. Only the fiefdom of the Seven Princes is in the south of Dawei.

With the current situation of Dawei, the fief is in the south, which is equal to nothing!

In other words, although Yuan Mingkong has the title of a prince, he has the weakest foundation among the princes. Thinking that he would join the Investigation Department and serve as the deputy commander of the shadow guard, it was also a helpless choice.

Instead of swaying like duckweed, it is better to make your attitude clear. After entering the Investigation Division, what he did was something that could not be seen in the light, and the four words of Zhengda Guangming would never be touched again, which was equivalent to telling all the brothers that he had no concern about the position of the prince, and just wanted to do something for Dawei in a down-to-earth manner.

I didn't expect Yuan Mingkong to be so thorough at such a young age. However, Zhao Rang knew that this kind of thoroughness was comprehended in extreme pain! If you can't endure absolute loneliness, you won't get the ultimate thoroughness, and that's the way of the world. Before you want to get anything, you have to think about the chips you can give up.

Zhao Rang sighed for a while, and when he looked at Yuan Mingkong again, he had already turned his back and looked out the window.

"What medicine will cure him, you know?"

Yuan Mingkong shook his head.

The shadow guard who provided the information was installed in the shack area of Chagan Tologai. Now, there is no one left, refreshing and refreshing, no matter how great Yuan Mingkong's ability is, he can't make the dead speak.

"Since I don't know, why don't we just move forward?"

Zhao Rang stretched out his hand and put it on his shoulder and said.

"Going, where are you going?"

Yuan Mingkong asked puzzled.

"Didn't I just say that? Go to the sea of gold and silver! ”

Zhao Rang said.

"As the deputy commander of the Shadow Guard, you should know what the consequences will be if you let that bullshit God Sect possess a large number of Tongtian Pills, right? And since Jinyin Lake is so spirited, maybe it can cure Yuan Kexin's drug, and it is also there! ”

Zhao Rang continued.

Yuan Mingkong was a little moved when he heard Zhao Rang say this. His lips twitched a few times, and he said:

"Why are you going to continue?"

Zhao Rang didn't seem to understand Yuan Mingkong's words, and threw away a puzzled look.

"You already know that I came to the Western Regions for selfish reasons, not some so-called family and country...... In some ways, I lied to you! ”

Zhao Rang looked at Yuan Mingkong with disdain, but quickly retracted his expression and said lightly:

"Because I'm a little selfish too!"

Yuan Mingkong asked curiously:

"What are your selfish motives?"

He knew that Zhao Rang was ready to talk to him again, but he still wanted to hear what Zhao Rang would do this time.

"This thing is so evil, I want to see if it exists! If there is, destroy it. If not, then go home and drink and sleep happily! ”

Yuan Mingkong was a little disappointed, and even a little ashamed of himself.

This time Zhao Rang didn't talk nonsense, he could hear that this was Zhao Rang's true thoughts.

In contrast, he is a little selfish in love. The second ancestor of a family has such a public heart, and as a prince, he has no responsibility for his subjects......

Yuan Mingkong really wanted to stand in the wilderness at this moment, take a deep breath, and then shout loudly, dissipating the turbidity in his heart!

It suddenly occurred to me that the wilderness is not wilderness, what does it matter? The turbidity in my heart is also thought out by myself. Thinking about Zhao Rang Fangcai's words again, Yuan Mingkong felt that he had never been so excited as at this moment!

"Zhao Rang!"

Yuan Mingkong's shout was very loud, especially when Zhao Rang was only a foot away from him, and he was immediately startled!

Before Zhao Rang's scolding words popped out of his mouth, Yuan Kexin suddenly fell to the ground with a "bang".

The two hurried over and saw that Ye Sanniang's two fingers had already rested on Yuan Kexin's pulse.

"It's still the same old problem! Here, get her to bed! ”

Yuan Mingkong picked up his sister and gently placed her on the bed.

Ximen Dazhuang moved a chair and put it at the head of the bed to facilitate Ye Sanniang's diagnosis and treatment.

"I'm not Lang Zhong either, I can only help her resist with my own strength."

Yuan Mingkong nodded.

He knows better than anyone about Yuan Kexin's situation.

Fortunately, in terms of Ye Sanniang's martial arts cultivation, her own strength has been refined to an extremely pure level, and in Yuan Kexin's body, she can play a role in the effectiveness of one enemy and one hundred, which is also the key to Yuan Kexin's ability to support for so long.

But this kind of anger crosses people, and it also has a great consumption on Ye Sanniang herself. And as Yuan Kexin's situation gradually becomes serious, it is needed more and more. At the beginning, Ye Sanniang's energy was like a thread, slowly entering, and it would be effective after a while. But now, even if it is poured with half a stick of incense, it is still like a mud cow entering the sea.

Ye Sanniang was engrossed in helping Yuan Kexin resist, and the other three all retreated, protecting the Dharma on the side.

The sky outside the house, which was already bright, suddenly became gloomy.

Lightning flashed, thunderbolts struck!

Where the white light flickered, Zhao Rang saw that there was suddenly a figure under the courtyard wall.

Before Zhao Rang could see clearly, the heavens and the earth were darkened again.

It wasn't until the second flash of white light that Zhao Rang saw that this person was already standing in the middle of the courtyard.

He was draped in a pitch-black robe, and his arms were wrapped in it, revealing only his neck and head. And he was still wearing a ghost king mask with blue faces and fangs on his face, and the corners of his mouth were dripping with bright red blood droplets, which was very realistic!

The robe wrapped around the body made the man's figure appear thinner, like a chopstick stuck on the ground.

The candle flame in the house was extinguished by the wind that had just blown in. Zhao Rang fumbled, took out the flint from the drawer, "Zila", and re-lit the wick, the warm light filled the whole room again, and everyone's hearts were relieved.

Zhao Rang turned around and walked to Ye Sanniang's side and stood quietly.

Ye Sanniang, who was engrossed in giving Yuan Kexin a full range of energy, noticed that there was someone in front of her, and slowly opened her eyes.

"Boss, borrow your knife and use it!"

Ye Sanniang drew the knife out of the sheath, handed it to Zhao Rang with her backhand, and said:

"Good owner!"

Zhao Rang grinned, then turned his head to Yuan Mingkong and said:

"Watch your sister!"

Then he said to Simon Dazhuang:

"Watch out for your brother!"

A friend of a friend, and of course a friend. A brother's brother, naturally a brother. Before that, Ximen Da Zhuang's brother was only Zhao Rang, but now he has an extra Yuan Mingkong.

"Let my brother rest assured!"

As soon as Ximen Dazhuang's last word came out, Zhao Rang had already pushed open the door and walked out.

It's raining outside.

The rain suddenly became majestic at the moment when Zhao let him go out.

The droplets of water dripping from the eaves have formed a line, and from a distance it looks like a beaded curtain.

Such a heavy rain seems to wash the whole world clean!

Zhao Rang suddenly discovered something that he hadn't noticed before.

That is, the heavier the rain, the less it affects the line of sight.

He doesn't like rain because he doesn't like umbrellas. In fact, what Zhao Rang disliked the most was to stay in the house. And if you don't use an umbrella on a rainy day, your whole body will be wet, and your clothes will stick to your body, which is extremely uncomfortable.

Of course, Zhao Rang can also choose to take a carriage. The Zhao family has a lot of carriages, but he doesn't like it, because if you take a carriage, you have to have a coachman to drive the carriage, which is equivalent to having an extra pair of eyes to always pay attention to his every move. So he blamed all his dislikes on the rain.

Sometimes, though, you have to face things you don't like. The more you don't like it, the more you have to face it! It seems that the heavens are deliberately teasing.

Zhao Rang walked out of the eaves step by step, stood in the rain, and calmly looked at the person in front of him.

He carried a long sword cross-legged behind his back, and the hilt of the sword protruding from his shoulder, Zhao Rang had already recognized the identity of this person.

The sword used by this person is the long sword used by the Blood Eagle warriors in the West Wind Flame. However, the long sword of the Snow Eagle Warrior is often placed on the front, and no one is carried cross-body behind him. Because the action of drawing the sword with the backhand will be slower than the frontal unsheath.

And since this person dares to carry the sword behind him, it means that this is his fastest way to use the sword.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and took a step forward with each other's tacit understanding.

The rain dripped between the two, but it fell silently.

Between Zhao Rang and this person, a vigorous confrontation has begun.

The dripping rain had not yet landed, and it had already been stirred up by the energy.

This kind of confrontation is not visible to outsiders, and only the two people in the confrontation know the danger.

Zhao Rang's energy stretches for a long time, like ocean waves, wave after wave, more than endless. But the strength of the other party is like the reef on the shore, although the waves are constantly washing and beating, but the reef is not moving, standing firmly.

It wasn't until the rain fell again between the two that the battle between the two ended in a draw.

The other party pulled out the long sword behind his back, and the strange thing was that his sword hovered in mid-air like this, and the sword qi around him was all over him. The rain was splashed and flew out, turning into powerful steel balls.

"Buzz ......"

Between heaven and earth, a leisurely hum sounded.

Weak but persistent.

Zhao rang's ears moved, and in the sound of the sword, he heard a sense of harmony and harmony. It seems to be a river of ice that has just thawed, and although the current is not turbulent, it is mighty and unstoppable.

This is the most common sight in nature, and as long as the seasons still rotate, it will be repeated every year.

Suddenly, Zhao Rang suddenly remembered a poem and whispered:

"Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered. Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate. ”

His voice was soft and slow, but it still stepped through the noisy rain curtain and reached the ears of the other party.

Zhao Rang saw that his hand shook slightly, and his momentum followed.

Then, he actually put down his sword and reached out to take off the ghost king mask on his face.