When Li Feiyu woke up again, it was already three days later.

His eyelids twitched and he suddenly opened his eyes. What caught his eye was an exquisite roof, antique and carved with patterns with peaceful meanings. Not to mention carved beams and painted roads, they were not far apart.

As my eyes turned, the layout of the entire room fell into Li Feiyu's sight. There were a table, three chairs, several potted plants, and a stacked screen, jade pot, jade cup... Looking around, they were all precious things.

And he himself was lying on a soft bed, covered with silk quilt, as light as nothing, and felt very smooth, and it was obvious that it was not something ordinary people could have.

After observing the surrounding environment, Li Feiyu looked squintingly and saw the long knife leaning against the bed, and then he felt a little relieved.

It’s not that he judges a gentleman’s ambition by his villain’s heart, but that the world of immortal cultivation and the world are cruel and dangerous. Although Yan Zhu is only a low-level Qi Refining Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation, his vision must be good, at least much higher than that of a mortal. If he noticed the secrets on Li Feiyu, God knows what would happen.

Therefore, Li Feiyu is prepared for something, and only with weapons in hand can he be at ease.

However, Li Feiyu doesn't know how much his martial arts can play in front of immortal cultivators.

Before he fell into a coma, he witnessed the killer of the Five Color Sect with his own eyes died from a cold ice cone, and Yan Zhu grabbed a piece of glowing and burning talisman paper in his hand. There is no doubt that this is the method of the cultivator.

Of course, you should be careful, but you should not be overly nervous. There are still good people in this world. The specific situation needs to be carefully considered before you can make a judgment.

He thought about it in his heart, and suddenly felt something strange on his face. He reached out and found that his black veil had been removed. Li Feiyu was shocked. If he met someone with a better medical skills, he would definitely be able to see the extraordinaryness of the light red spots, which was associated with the corpse spots.

The statement that the traces left by foreign masters’ practice can only be deceived by a novice like Mo Caihuan.

He quickly got out of bed and found himself in the bronze mirror and gazing glass.

What surprised Li Feiyu was that the light red spots on his face had disappeared more than when he entered the Mo Mansion. If he didn't look carefully, he wouldn't be able to see them at all.

What's going on? Didn't I fall into a coma for several months?

These times have been enough for the Yan family’s mother and daughter to move to Yanling Castle with Yanzhu. Could it be that this is Yanling Castle?

Li Feiyu's heart was slightly sank. Yanling Castle was not a good place for mortals. Although they could have food and clothing, they could not leave for the rest of their lives and had to stay here for the rest of their lives. Moreover, their status was far lower than that of a monk, and they had to live tremblingly all their lives. At least in Li Feiyu's opinion, this was an extremely sad way of living.

If he has no spiritual roots, it would be miserable. If Han Li comes, even if Han Li doesn't come, the mortals in Yan Lingbao will be abandoned by the Yan family and gain freedom.

But it is not very cost-effective to spend seven years in Yanling Castle.

Thinking of this, suddenly, the door of the wing opened, Li Feiyu instinctively moved to the edge of the bed, holding the handle of the knife in his right hand.

After seeing that the visitor was Mo Caihuan, Li Feiyu relaxed and returned to his original position with his right hand.

"Senior Brother Li, are you awake?"

Mo Caihuan said happily. She was dressed very beautifully, with her long black hair scattered around her waist, bright and charming, making people shine.

"Um."

Li Feiyu nodded with a smile.

"Junior Sister Caihuan, how long have I been in a coma?" Li Feiyu asked softly.

Mo Caihuan walked over and stood in front of Li Feiyu, and a fragrant wind suddenly blew.

"The senior brother has been in a coma for three days, this is the fourth day."

"Three days..."

Li Feiyu thought something and then asked, "So that's it, by the way, where is this place?"

"This is Luoxia City in Lanzhou, which is far from Jiayuan City. Although it is under the jurisdiction of the Five Color Gate, it is not as tense as near Jiayuan City. In three days, the news about Jiayuan City has not yet been heard, and there is no wanted notice in the city." Mo Caihuan saw Li Feiyu thinking, and was obedient and did not bother him, but just answered Li Feiyu's question seriously.

"Luxia City... I've been in a coma for three days. During this period, I actually walked to Luoxia City? Junior Sister Caihuan, tell me in detail about the past three days." Li Feiyu was a little surprised when she heard this, because Luoxia City was almost at the edge of Lanzhou.

Mo Caihuan nodded.

"Three days ago, the senior brother fainted, and Uncle Yan came up to help him check his injuries. As a result, Uncle Yan said in surprise that his senior brother had a special constitution and his wounds were recovering independently. Although it was very slow, his life was worry-free and he did not need to rest.

We were afraid that the five-color sect pursuers came, so we rushed to the road overnight and walked along the waterway for three days. We arrived at Luoxia City a few hours ago. My mother and Uncle Yan discussed it and decided to settle in Luoxia City first and then make plans."

After hearing Mo Caihuan's words, Li Feiyu remembered that he was stabbed by Li Da and penetrated his body. Even if it was not a critical hit, it was a very difficult injury. He just woke up and because there was no pain in his chest, he forgot about this.

He reached out and tore open the black clothes on his body, revealing his upper body, his strong muscles and lines one after another, making Mo Caihuan standing opposite him blush on his cheeks, slightly under his head, revealing his snow-white neck as white as a swan, and he didn't dare to look up.

Li Feiyu didn't notice her movements, and her attention was completely on the sword wound in her chest.

In just three days, the crack caused by the sword injury disappeared and healed completely, and only a shallow mark was seen.

This situation surprised Li Feiyu. According to Mo Caihuan's words, Yan Zhu probably did not apply medicine to him or her, and he relied entirely on his own to heal himself. What kind of ability is this? Isn't dead?

He was shocked and thought a lot for a moment. If he really had the ability to die, it would be terrible.

However, Li Feiyu felt that it was unlikely. At most, it was partial self-healing. He didn't believe that after others cut off his head, he could give birth to another one. This was too exaggerated. Even if there was, Li Feiyu would not be able to verify it personally.

"Junior Sister Caihuan, did that Uncle Yan say anything about my physical condition?" Li Feiyu asked in such a flash of light.

At this moment, Mo Caihuan lowered her head shyly, and her heart was filled with deer. After all, she had never felt such a strong masculine aura, and she had a good impression of Li Feiyu in her heart.

"Ah, what did the senior brother say?"

Li Feiyu noticed something was wrong, and showed an embarrassment on her face. She quickly put on her black clothes and asked again.

Mo Caihuan then answered, but his tone was a bit strange and his eyes were very complicated.
Chapter completed!