Yan Qing returned to his residence.

Yu Mo lived next to him, and was lying obliquely on the tree trunk in his courtyard, pillowing his head with his hands and crossing his legs with his arms crossed.

Hearing the movement, Yu Mo turned his head and looked at this side.

Seeing Yan Qing pushing the door open, he showed a little surprised.

"Why are you back so soon?"

Yan Qing didn't say anything and walked straight into the house.

Looking from the side, there was no slight turbulence on his handsome face, but there was a bit of coldness all over his body.

Yu Mo was even more surprised and sat up and whistled.

"Hey, you've been back for so long, haven't you said more to the Eighth God's Envoy?"

It shouldn't be.

Yan Qing paused.

"She's busy."

Yu Mo was stunned: "What's she busy with?"

Yan Qing's words are concise:

"Lin Zhifei was injured and fell into a coma, and she was responsible for it afterwards."

Yu Mo's eyes widened.

"No!?"

He jumped, jumped in front of Yan Qing, and looked at him in disbelief.

"Since he was so seriously injured and was still unconscious, then, wouldn't he have to take care of all the matters after that? Can you bear it?"

There are other doctors in the Phantom God Palace, why did you pick Xiao Ba?

Yan Qing's eyebrows pounded slightly, and she continued to walk forward without saying a word.

He doesn't want to continue the topic now.

Yu Mo grabbed him:

"Hey-wait! Then you just look at it like that? Lin Zhifei has a very good appearance and looks at him every day..."

Yan Qing's eyes fell on him, cold.

He Yu Mo coughed.

"Well, brother, this is not my intentional blow to you! Originally, your conditions are not good, but your temper is too tough and your face is too bad! You said that you have a cold face all day long, which girl can like it? Although Lin Zhifei is always light, he is gentle and polite at least. You are not as good as the head!"

Yan Qing's eyes drooped slightly.

Yu Mo scratched his head:

"By the way, weren't you going to see the Emperor before? Didn't you say that?"

Yan Qing paused.

“Look again.”

Yu Mo looked entangled.

"What are you going to drag? If you drag your wife, you will be gone!"

Yan Qing seemed to be no longer willing to say anything, and then picked up the sword sheath, and bypassed Yu Mo and walked forward.

Yu Mo avoided it and grabbed his shoulder:

"Listen to me-"

Suddenly, his expression changed.

Yan Qing’s left shoulder was sticky and slippery.

He withdrew his hand, covered in red blood.

"You're injured!?"

Yan Qing didn't say anything, and seemed to have some impatientness, entered the house.

Yu Mo was stunned for a moment and hurriedly walked in.

I didn't notice it just now, but when I looked carefully, I realized that Yan Qing's lips seemed to be slightly white.

He took off his coat, lifted the tip of his sword, and tore open the sleeve on the left to reveal his tough and thin upper body.

Perhaps because I didn't take good care of it before, my clothes were stuck to the wound.

However, Yan Qing's face remained unchanged, and she just pulled it off directly, bringing up a piece of flesh and blood, and the wound was torn apart again.

Yu Mo glanced at it and saw a long wound spreading from his shoulder to his chest, passing through his collarbone, only about an inch away from his heart.

The flesh and blood rolled around, almost deep and visible bones.

Yu Mo frowned his eyebrows.

Yan Qing didn't deal with such a serious injury, so he simply bandaged it tightly with his clothes and came back?

Because of this, he concealed it very well. If Yu Mo hadn't pulled his shoulder, he wouldn't have noticed that he was injured.

"What's wrong with this injury? It's left in the Shenxu Realm?"

Yan Qing didn't say anything, but just went to fetch water and began to treat the wound by himself.

A basin of clear water was soon stained with a rich blood color.

He started applying medicine again.

Yu Mo sat opposite him.

"What's wrong with you? Such injuries have been delayed until now?" Yu Mo laughed anxiously, "Do you think you're so stupid?"

Yan Qing lowered her head, and the wound had become a little pustic, which looked shocking.

A burst of stinging pain came, his shoulders trembled slightly, but he didn't scream a pain. Even the expression on his face was as cold as ever.

It seems that what is being dealt with is not his own injury, but others.

After finishing the medicine, he said:

“Time is tight.”

A few simple words made Yu Mo stunned.

They worked together for many years, and he almost understood what Yan Qing meant in an instant.

It should be that the situation in the Shenxu Realm is urgent, and Lin Zhifei was seriously injured and could not be delayed, so he could not make time to deal with the injury.

With Yan Qing's personality, it is not surprising that he would do such a thing.

but...

"Does the Eighth God Envoy know?"

Yan Qing had already started bandaging, with his head slightly lowered, and there was no expression on his face.

"have no idea."

......

"Yan Qing is injured, why don't you let me say it?"

Chu Liuyue and Rong Xiuzheng walked hand in hand.

The surroundings are quiet, and occasionally a few pink and white peach blossom petals float down and fall on the bluestone slab, making each other interesting.

"Although the bloody smell was suppressed by him, it should be quite serious."

Rong Xiu held her hand and raised his eyebrows.

"He himself doesn't want to let people know, so why bother to expose it?"

Chu Liuyue thought for a moment.

That being said, but injury is like...

"I've been hiding it all the time."

Rong Xiu smiled.

"If he wants to say it, he will naturally say it."

Chu Liuyue was stunned and suddenly realized something.

"you mean--"

Rong Xiu smiled but said nothing.

After pondering for a moment, Chu Liuyue said quietly:

"Emperor, your people are just like you... do you think so much?"
To be continued...