The cave was very quiet, and it was a little frighteningly quiet.

When the fire was extinguished, Ni Pengcheng, who was silent, his face flickered and darkened, just like his undecided mind.

He really wanted to slap Chen Jintang, a treacherous and cunning old thing, not only hurt Xiaoxi, but also dared to threaten him. However, he didn't dare to gamble with Xiaoxi's life, nor did he want to gamble with Xiaoxi's life.

As Chen Jintang said, this morning dew and evening pill is indeed a healing elixir, and it is also extremely precious. Even the Shangguan family itself has no storage. Because it was extremely difficult to refine this elixir, there were several medicinal materials that were extremely scarce, and even they themselves had only a handful of strains left, which were simply not enough to support the amount needed to refine a furnace.

Now in the world, I am afraid that only His Majesty the Emperor still has a few in his hands, and then the one that was just fed to Tang Zixi. And this one is the wife of General Tang, Tang Zixi's mother, and the dowry of Shangguan Yurou, the eldest daughter of the Shangguan family. Originally, there were ten, and over the years, there was only this one left. This time, Miss Tang escaped unexpectedly, and there was news that there was a group of mysterious people who were also inquiring about her whereabouts everywhere, Mrs. Tang felt sorry for her little daughter, so she took out the last one and solemnly asked Ni Pengcheng.

Therefore, it is impossible for Chen Jintang to have more Chaolu Xi Yingdan in his mouth!

Not to mention General Tang's careful cultivation of him, not to mention Mrs. Tang's absolute trust in him, even the deep friendship with Tang Zixi who grew up together, he will not allow her to have an accident.

Ni Pengcheng closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, finally exhaled slowly, made a decision, turned around, stared at Chen Jintang and said in a deep voice: "Hand over the antidote, I promise, spare your life!"

"Shao Dutong!" Hearing his words, a man in black beside him was anxious, and couldn't help but remind him loudly, "Then Your Majesty ......"

"Shut up!" Ni Pengcheng suddenly shouted angrily, raised his hand and waved out a palm, slapping the man in black who was speaking out of the palm and falling to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood, which was already extremely seriously injured.

Several other men in black who were also about to speak suddenly closed their mouths, secretly glad in their hearts that they were one step late.

Ni Pengcheng glanced at the black-clothed people coldly, and saw that they were all standing solemnly, without any intention of speaking. Only then did he snort coldly, turned to look at Chen Jintang again, and said indifferently: "Don't tell me anything like not being afraid of death, if you are really not afraid of death, you will not threaten me with Xiaoxi's life again and again." ”

Chen Jintang glanced at Ni Pengcheng with some surprise, with a look of appreciation in his eyes, and praised: "Sure enough, it's a hero out of a young man! However, you only guessed half right!"

Ni Pengcheng didn't answer his words, his eyes looked at the void, his expression changed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Chen Jintang didn't care either, since he was given a chance, there was no reason not to seize it, so he took care of himself and said: "The old man's own situation, the old man knows it very well. Don't say that there is only this breath left now, even if you can get away with it, turning back and falling into the hands of Lu Zhan's little bastard is still a dead end, it is better to die now!" Speaking of this, I don't know what I thought, I suddenly stopped, a sad look flashed in my eyes, and my tone also carried a trace of pain, "The old man has killed countless people in his life, and he never thought that there would be a good result. Since ancient times, he has become a king and defeated a king, and he has ended up like this, only blaming himself for his inferior skills. The old man's only concern is the little girl Zhilan. Although she hates me and refuses to recognize me, she has always been my only relative in this world. At this he could not say any more, his gray head hung down, and in the shadows, two lines of cloudy old tears welled up from his parched eyes, dripping on the smooth pebbles, splashing tiny droplets.

At this moment, there is a trace of popularity on his body, just like an ordinary old man who cares about his beloved daughter!

Ni Pengcheng watched coldly, frowned slightly, and asked impatiently, "You don't want me to help you repair the relationship between father and daughter, right?"

Chen Jintang shook his head and said with a miserable smile: "She refused to listen to me, insisted on marrying Lu Zhan, and was pregnant with his child. Counting the time, my little grandson should also be born. The old man had nothing else to ask for, but hoped to see them before he died. After speaking, he stared at Ni Pengcheng with blazing eyes, full of anticipation.

Ni Pengcheng lowered his head and thought for a moment, raised his hand and beckoned, a man in black hurriedly walked to his side, he bowed his head and commanded a few words, the man in black arched his hand, turned around and walked away quickly.

Ni Pengcheng turned his head and looked at Chen Jintang, who was staring at the direction of the black-clothed man's disappearance, and suddenly asked, "Where is he?"

Chen Jintang, who was immersed in the fantasy of happiness, was stunned by his question, and asked a little puzzled: "Who?"

Ni Pengcheng was silent, but still replied: "That Fang Zhaolin!"

Chen Jintang's face showed a sudden look, but he shook his head and said, "I don't know either." It's just that once Lu Zhan came here and forced us to fail, he said that he was about to get the Guiru Sword Spectrum, and he would kill us when the time came. Soon after, I heard another person locked up in the stone room next door. At the beginning, Lu Zhan would come almost every other day, and although he couldn't hear what they were saying, Lu Zhan would leave angrily every time. Until ......" he thought for a moment, then nodded affirmatively, and continued, "Until ten days ago, he went away again in a rage, but after this time, he didn't hear any movement next door, and I don't know if the man was dead or taken away by him. ”

"Are you sure?" Ni Pengcheng's face showed eagerness, and he couldn't help but take a few steps forward and then stopped, and hurriedly asked, "Where is that stone room?"

"It's not far from here!" Chen Jintang didn't notice his gaffe, raised his hand and pointed in a direction, and said enthusiastically: "There is a stone cave over there, go into that stone cave, pass through a bat cave, and then ......"

"Wait a minute!" Ni Pengcheng suddenly stopped him, turned around and rushed to a few black-clothed men guarding Tang Zixi's side, "Yingjie, Yingwu, you two come here!"

"Yes!" Two men in black, of similar stature, walked over.

Ni Pengcheng pointed at the two of them and instructed Chen Jintang: "You explain the route to the two of them in detail!" and said to the two of them, "After you remember it clearly, go and bring him back!"

While they were talking, he walked up to Tang Zixi's side. looked at the sleeping Tang Zixi, with a gentle look on his face. He took a look at her pulse first, although it was still weak, but it was much calmer, and it seemed that there was no need to worry about his life, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Lifting the sleeves of her shirt, she wiped the beads of sweat from the corners of her forehead, and her eyes fell on her right arm, which hung limply on one side. The ice-blue cloth band, the more you look at it, the more familiar it becomes. His brow furrowed slightly, and he already realized that this was the corner of the robe she was wearing. Could anyone dare to tear her clothes? However, looking at the tattered appearance on her body, it did not look like she had been torn by someone, but more like she had been torn by a sharp weapon.

He gently untied the cloth strap on her arm, round and round, when the cloth belt was completely untied, the broken bone that had been fixed lost its support again, and under the friction, Tang Zixi in his sleep couldn't help but moan.

Everything he saw in front of him made him instantly clench the bloodstained cloth belt in his hand, and a raging anger ignited in his heart again, and he couldn't wait to rush over immediately and break Chen Jintang's body into pieces.

The deep wound that was bone-piercing, the white bones, stinged his eyes. The flesh at the edge of the wound was rolling up, and it had been blistered a little white, like a large mouth, mocking the person who looked at it.

Ni Pengcheng, who was indifferent and wise in front of Chen Jintang, was like a wounded beast at the moment, his face was full of pain, his throat also made a strange sound, and his teeth were even more rattling.

Immediately, someone spread out a big burden, which was full of bottles and cans, and all kinds of wound medicines. The man picked up a delicate pair of silver scissors and looked at Ni Pengcheng with some hesitation, but he shook his head slightly.

Others didn't know the injury to this arm, but he knew it in his heart.

The bones inside have been broken, and they are no longer cured by these ordinary wounds. You have to go to the doctor to get the bone first, otherwise this arm will be useless.

His gaze moved upwards and stopped at the delicate face that was full of childishness but also stubbornness. There are thousands of thoughts rushing through my heart.

Is this still the little Xi who can sobbed for a long time when she is pricked by an embroidery needle? What has she been through these days?