"What I should have thought of, what I should have thought of..."

In the Huyang Inn, Zhang Nan seemed to be standing there calmly. But if he looked at his face, anyone who knew Zhang Nan would be surprised.

Zhang Nan's eyes were covered with blood, his cheeks were deep and his cheekbones were prominent, and his dry and cracked lips were not bloody at all, and he seemed to be terminally ill.

Compared with Zhang Nan, Leng Moxue is not much better.

Sitting on the ground, holding his legs tightly, his eyes swollen and his eyes were dull, as if he had lost his soul.

Song Zhiqing, who was standing aside, was barely normal, but she looked sighing and feeling a lot.

On the bed beside several people, Lin Qingqing, who was originally lying unconscious, was lying on the coma. But now there is one more person, Nalan Zishuang.

Lin Qingqing's face was much better than before. Although she still had no pulse or heartbeat, at least she had a little blood on her face and was no longer like a dead person. Nalan Zishuang was lying next to Lin Qingqing, holding Lin Qingqing's right hand in her left hand, her face was quiet and peaceful, and her heartbeat and pulse were also very stable, just like she was asleep.

Nalan Zishuang was indeed asleep, but she may never wake up again after this sleep.

Because Nalan Zishuang chose the most confident and dangerous way to save Lin Qingqing.

Nalan Zishuang and Lin Qingqing were hand in hand, and the magic pattern in the palm of their palm shone. The power of the Shennong bloodline tightly connected the bloodlines, organs, nerves, and everything of the two people.

Shennong's bloodline is full of medical treatment, but no matter what treatment or method is used, it is inseparable from Nalan Zishuang's qi and blood. The strength of the treatment effect is closely related to Qi and blood. Lin Qingqing's soul was damaged and his vitality was gone. In order to hold his last breath, Nalan Zishuang had only one way to go, that is, to dedicate himself.

Nalan Zishuang used the power of her bloodline to connect her bloodline with Lin Qingqing. She used her tremendous vitality to constantly inject energy into Lin Qingqing's body.

Now Lin Qingqing's body is like a dry lake, with only the last handful of water the size of a palm remaining, slowly evaporating under the scorching sun. What Nalan Zishuang does is like dripping water continuously into the last water. Although it cannot withstand the sun, it can delay the drying time.

To put it more clearly, it is that two people are sharing the same life now.

Nalan Zishuang is using her own life to continue Lin Qingqing's life.

Zhang Nan knew Nalan Zishuang and knew that this was her own choice. However, before that, Zhang Nan was completely occupied by anger and ignored this point.

When they arrived at the Eastern Emperor Qiongzhou, three girls followed Zhang Nan. Now two of them fell down, and they didn't know when they would wake up.

"I owe Miss Nalan an apology." Song Zhiqing sighed quietly: "Although we are walking together, I have always retained my views on her as a demon. But I never expected that she would do this for Qingqing. Just earlier today, the two of them had awkward..."

"It's all my fault, I'm so useless..." Leng Moxue has never been so distraught as she is now: "The target of the killer is me, Qingqing fell down to save me. And Miss Nalan is also to save Qingqing... Only me, I did nothing, I can't do anything... If they can't wake up, I will..."

"Shut up!" Zhang Nan became furious. "You are Leng Moxue, you shouldn't be like this."

Leng Moxue raised her head: "But I..."

"What are you?" Zhang Nan interrupted roughly: "If you think they fell down because of you, then you should live well for them and be stronger. Otherwise, what's the point of their sacrifice?!"

Leng Moxue was silent for a while, wiped her tears, and stood up.

"What can I do?"

Leng Moxue's eyes were still red and swollen, and the tears on her face were not dry, but the feeling that belonged to her was gradually coming back.

"Take care for both of them first, we are very busy."

Zhang Nan turned around and left the room with a calm face.

Lin Qingqing and Nalan Zishuang fell one after another, and the one who was most traumatized was not Zhang Nan, but Leng Mixue.

Leng Dexue is a lonely temperament. She is the most unkind to interact with others, so she naturally will not owe others favors. But in just half a day, Lin Qingqing first blocked the knife for her, and then Nalan Zishuang extended her life to save Lin Qingqing, allowing Leng Dexue to withstand a psychological impact that she had never experienced before.

Zhang Nan knew that the more comforted Leng Moxue's personality, the more likely it was to get into trouble. Only by giving her more pressure and reasons and forcing out the things in her bones could she become stronger.

As for Zhang Nan himself, no one could enlighten him, and there was no need at all. Because Zhang Nan knew very well what he wanted to do.

Zhang Nan strode out of the inn and happened to run into Hua Tielong with two ice coffins.

"See sir." Hua Tielong put the ice coffin on the ground, lowered his head and fisted: "The people have found it, but they are only one step late. They know that they have committed suicide because they have committed suicide."

Zhang Nan did not go to see the ice coffin, but glanced at Hua Tielong: "You might have just found two people and come to me to make up for the numbers."

"Although Mr. Jing's high-quality methods are used by me, I will not do that." Hua Tielong was afraid that Zhang Nan would not believe it, and said with a ugly expression: "If Mr. Wang doesn't believe it, he can check it out. I don't know what methods these two people used, and they didn't even leave their bodies. Such methods are not imitated by ordinary people. Mr. Wang is knowledgeable and can't tell that it is."

Zhang Nan glanced at the ice coffin.

As I see, the ice is filled with ulcerated pus and blood.

Zhang Nan did have some doubts before, but when he saw the pus and blood, he believed it a little.

Because even if Hua Tielong is fake, he will not be so careless. At least he should have two real corpses.

Zhang Nan naturally couldn't see anything about two piles of pus and blood frozen in the ice. However, the system's scanning ability is still there.

When the killer assassinated Leng Moxue and Lin Qingqing, he left records in the system. Although there was no too detailed information, the system would archive the same type of information by itself.

Zhang Nan didn't need to verify the breath or DNA, just scan the two piles of disgusting things to see if the information he collected finally would be put together with the previous killer, and then he could tell.

The final result made Zhang Nan's pupils shrink slightly.

Find the right one.

The other one is not clear, but one of them is the person who hurt Lin Qingqing.

The system can only do so much, and it is difficult to analyze something else from this pile of blood.

But the system cannot do it, which does not mean there is no other way.

"Yan Ming, do things."
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