"Thank you."

Zuo Qingcang endured the injuries on his body and changed to a relatively comfortable position to sit on the wall. Chen Mufeng's face was still so cold, just like they were the same when they first collaborated, without any emotion, and trying hard to control themselves like what he said.

"As a qualified killer, you should not have feelings. A killer with feelings can only be killed by someone."

That sentence will still appear in Zuo Qingcang's nightmare, especially after being injured, a killer will not allow himself to be injured under any circumstances, let alone seriously injured. For them, they can only survive or die at the hands of the enemy.

Without saying a few more words, Leng Xiaobai from Guanxin Hall came out. He did not walk through the door that Chen Mufeng pointed to before. The door looked dilapidated, mainly because it was a convenient place to clean the back. Generally, there would be nowhere.

Seeing Zuo Qingcang being seriously injured, Leng Xiaobai hurriedly ran a few more steps. Looking at the injuries on Zuo Qingcang's leg, he had already done a simple treatment and applied some golden sore medicine he carried with him.

"Who did it?"

Why Zuo Qingcang is like this? He understands the most. The two of them are mainly protecting themselves. Most of the reasons why his legs are so seriously injured are Leng Xiaobai personally.

"This is no longer important. Now I'm finding him a quiet place, getting some medicine to stabilize his injury first."

Chen Mufeng's expression was still cold. Unlike before, he said something caring about people, and his disappointment with Leng Xiaobai was not concealed at all.

Leng Xiaobai did nothing wrong, but since the time he came into contact with him, Chen Mufeng has been a little disappointed with his wife. He has always been very accurate in his eyes, but not many people have made friends with him in his life.

Zuo Qingcang didn't know what he cared about. As a killer, he even hated using money to eliminate disasters for others, and he was always meticulous in dealing with people and things without any emotion.

Leng Xiaobai did not speak, and walked to the side door of Guanxin Hall, opened the door and let the two of them enter.

Behind the world is a dark bed, which is the place left by the old Taoist priest. At this time, I saw it very much.

"There is a very complete powder here. I don't know much about these things,..."

Leng Xiaobai really wanted to help. In the past, he relied on the medicine he brought with him. No matter what he used, he would just smear it all over. He rarely took the initiative to understand these things that had different effects.

"Leave it to me here. Look outside, and others are here to disturb me." Chen Mufeng turned around and looked at the scary wound, turned around and said, and walked over.

“He needs rest.”

Leng Xiaobai didn't understand Chen Mufeng's thoughts. What he could tell was that he was alienating himself. From the first sentence just now, he has been doing this.

Leng Xiaobai went out and took him to the door, walked aimlessly in the yard, looking at the people passing by him, as if he had become idle and could only spend time here.

"Young Master is the object of our loyalty. Your tone just now is a bit less like you can say it."

Zuo Qingcang was also very confused. The one who knew his partner best from beginning to end was him. The person he wanted to be loyal the most was thrown out by him, which sounded a bit unbelievable.

"He has only his heart, and his life can only be with his family. There is no need for us to cause trouble for him here. Moreover, your legs need to be rested now. If you do extreme actions, this leg will be completely useless."

Chen Mufeng's tone was still not emotional, but the words he said had changed a lot from the past, at least they were no longer just one or two sentences, pretending to be profound.
Chapter completed!