The courtyard of Zhuo Jian Villa was quiet at this time, and people looked at each other and were silent. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info only Namei Butler is still kowtowing to everyone to thank him.

"Oh, hey, hey. The old man was joking with everyone just now, and I also have admiration for this old butler, his behavior makes people infinitely emotional. I said old man, don't kneel and kowtow, everyone promises you that you won't embarrass your young owner anymore, you can get up. "The head of the Jinyun Sect is uneven, breaking the peace in the courtyard.

As soon as the words fell, there was a commotion in the crowd, what does this mean in the end, just now I was still questioning, but now I comforted Steward Mei, this style of painting has changed too much, and it is too stiff, which is unacceptable.

In the face of the whispers of various factions in the rivers and lakes, Ping Buping seemed to be very indifferent. He knows that everyone wears the mask of hypocrisy, and if he tears it off at this time, he will become an alternative, and it will be difficult to mix it up in the future. Therefore, I would rather be seen as a laughing stock by everyone than lose the qualification to obtain benefits in the future.

Hearing the uneven words, Steward Mei slowly stopped kowtowing, and he stood up tremblingly, constantly wiping his tears of gratitude. While sobbing, he ran towards Zhuo Yifan, and his worry was full of deep and shallow wrinkles.

"Young Master, are you okay? Young Master, hold on. Steward Mei shook Zhuo Yifan, who was still dripping blood, and Ula Ula cried.

"Yi'er, hurry up and get the hemostatic medicine, and quickly bandage Fan'er's wounds!" Steward Mei shouted loudly.

Suddenly, he heard Steward Mei calling his son, and Zhuo Yi seemed to feel his father calling out to him in the sky. His expression was stunned for a moment, and he looked very sluggish, and then walked quickly towards the hall.

Wu An kept wiping the blood on Zhuo Yifan's body beside him, his eyes were full of tears, and he couldn't stop dripping down.

"Young master, you have to hold on! I'm Wu An, I'm Anzi. ”

Several people in Zhuo Jian Villa were in a sad and angry mood, and the others were at a loss. The disciples of various sects are still like people eating melons, they don't understand what kind of medicine these masters sell in their gourds, and they keep talking about it.

"Be quiet, Zhuo Jian Villa has suffered this catastrophe, and the blood-drinking sword that everyone is most concerned about is nowhere to be found, it seems that it was really snatched away by traitors, so it is better for everyone to go back." If there is a stir about the blood-drinking sword in the rivers and lakes, everyone can exchange information and find the blood-drinking sword together, and return the rivers and lakes to peace. Situ Hongyu, the leader of the Righteous Qi Alliance, stood up and said.

As soon as the words fell, Duan Yifeng, the head of the West Harrier Cold Ice Sect, echoed it, and then the heads of the other sects also echoed it, agreeing with Situ Hongyu's statement.

Steward Mei on the other side was dressing Zhuo Yifan's wounds in a panic and feeding him something, while Zhuo Yi was helping beside him.

At this time, an old man walked towards Steward Mei and a few people with steady steps.

"Here, this is my unique medicine to remove wounds, which can not only stop bleeding and remove stasis, but also repair the wounds inside. What's even more amazing is that with it, there will be no scars left on the outside. The old man took a small bottle in the shape of a gourd and handed it to Steward Mei.

Steward Mei, who was in a hurry, heard this, and hurriedly raised his head, only to see Qiu Wancheng, the master of the Flying Dragon Gate, smiling meaningfully.

Steward Mei hurriedly took the medicine bottle in his hand, and then kowtowed and thanked him, "Thank you Qiumen Master, I will kowtow to you for my young master!" Steward Mei said with tears in his eyes.

"Alas, old man, don't see outside. It was all a misunderstanding just now, and please don't hold a grudge against you and the young master of your family, everyone is also thinking about the safety of the rivers and lakes. Qiu Wancheng said calmly.

"No grudges, no grudges!" Steward Mei said again and again.

The people around looked at Qiu Wancheng's actions and felt very surprised, because he was still fierce at first, but now he is giving Zhuo Yifan trauma medicine, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

What's more, his trauma medicine is well-known in the rivers and lakes, it is said that the effect of the medicine is very effective, Qiu Wancheng rarely gives it to others, and many sects can only pay a high price in private to buy the only remaining medicine from other people.

And now, he generously gave Zhuo Yifan to treat his injuries, and it seems that he has his own little Jiujiu.

Several heads of other sects looked at Qiu Wancheng and didn't speak, and then they all looked thoughtful.

Subsequently, the Zhengqi Alliance led its subordinate eight major factions and several small gangs to begin to evacuate Zhuo Jian Villa. Seeing Situ Hongyu take the lead in leaving, other sects also began to evacuate.

If it was in the past, when these so-called Jianghu righteous paths encountered the Heavenly Demon Sect, the two would have a big fight, but at this time, this unexpected situation happened, and no one continued to entangle, as if they had acquiesced to the appearance of the Demon Sect in the open.

After a while, Zhuo Yifan, Zhuo Yi and Steward Mei were left in Zhuo Jian Villa, as well as a few family members they brought back from outside.

It was also at this time that the huge Zhuojian Villa was full of dead people lying down, and the original bustling and lively scene during the day in the past was now eerie and terrifying, with the smell of blood wafting everywhere.

Several people first treated Zhuo Yifan's wounds and placed him in his own room. Due to the booming business of Zhuo Jian Villa, a lot of families have been added in three times not long ago, so there are so many dead people now.

And Zhuo Yi and Steward Mei brought back only a few family members, and it was impossible to clean up the corpses in a short time. And the group had just returned to the village, sleeping in the open along the way, and they were sleepy and tired, and they had no energy to clean up at this time.

So Zhuo Yi and Steward Mei discussed, since it was getting late, everyone would clean up a few rooms first, make up for one night, and clean up tomorrow.

Zhuo Yi and Steward Mei first found some white cloth to cover the bodies of Zhuo Song and Zhuo Ran, and then began to clean up a few rooms.

In view of the fact that it was winter, the temperature was very low, the cold wind was howling, and such a bloody scene made the entire Zhuo Jian Villa very scary, so several people discussed that it was best for more than two people to sleep in the same room, otherwise it would be easy to scare themselves.

Zhuo Yifan was in a coma, and Wu An took care of him since he was a child, so Wu An shared a room with Zhuo Yifan.

A few of the family members used to sleep in a large room, and they still stayed the same at night.

"Yi'er, are you afraid of sleeping in a separate room alone?" Steward Mei looked at Zhuo Yidao.

Zhuo Yi's courage was originally great, but in the current atmosphere, he was a little hesitant.

"I ...... I ......"

Seeing his spitting appearance, Steward Mei knew that Zhuo Yi was still timid and dark, so he said: "That's it, I'll go to your room to accompany you, I'll take my futon over and make a shop on the ground in a while, don't worry." ”

"That's for the best. Zhuo Yi exhaled deeply. (To be continued.) )