Chapter 1147

Young master Yan is very embarrassed at the moment. His face is as white as snow, covered in cold sweat, and he still holds the rune paper and the judge's pen in his hand.

Qingyangzi covered his chest, his eyes fell on the comer and frowned slightly, "are you... Qilinzi?"

He has spent most of his life on the prince's mountain. He has long heard that qilinzi has extraordinary Taoism, but he has never really seen it.

Qilinzi didn't look back. His eyes stayed on the young man's face and said faintly, "Taoist qingyangzi, I've heard a lot about him."

Qingyangzi took a smoke from the corner of his mouth. It sounded insincere.

"... how did you come here?"

Qilinzi is lost in his whereabouts. He seldom walks outside.

How could you just come here to save people this time?

Qilinzi didn't answer him. He just reached out and picked up the boy and gently put him on the next bed.

"I didn't give you the judge's pen for you to use."

Qilinzi's voice was low and cold, with a faint chill.

He stretched out his hand, palm down, transferred the aura to the young man, and combed her messy meridians.

Yantao was really tired and fainted in bed.

Qilinzi went to get the rune paper held in Yantao's right hand. Unexpectedly, Yantao grabbed it tightly. He pulled it twice, but he didn't pull it away.

Qilinzi's elegant and indifferent eyes flashed a touch of coolness. His slender fingers gently clicked between Yantao's wrists. The teenager's five fingers loosened, and the judge's pen fell into his hand together with the rune paper.

"Hide the truth and modify the life style."

Qilinzi's eyes fell quietly on the rune paper and suddenly smiled.

It's just a cold smile. I can't hear the meaning of happiness.

At this meeting, ziwuchen and qingyangzi reluctantly recovered some strength, stood up holding things and looked at each other.

Why does this sound like a mountain rain?

"Qin Zong, open it, look how powerful I am!"

Just then, Qi Zheng's voice came in clearly.

"Patter."

When the door was opened, Qin Zong walked in from the door. His eyes touched the messy ground. Feng's eyes sank slightly. Subconsciously, he went to look for the trace of Yan Tao. He quickly walked into the room and bumped into Wuchen and qingyangzi.

His eyes flickered violently, and his eyes sank on the dust-free surface, "Why are you here? Tao Tao?"

"Well, why did you sneak into someone else's room on the way?"

Qi Zheng followed lazily in the back. He also saw the appearance in the room. His eyes changed slightly. "It's not that group of powers coming to trouble, is it?"

"Where's Yan Tao?"

Qin Zong looked at the embarrassed appearance of Wuchen and qingyangzi. His heart sank slightly, pushed Qi Zheng away and walked quickly into the room.

Yan Tao was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, with some blood stains on his white cheeks.

Although qilinzi helped her heal some injuries slightly, she could still see the appearance of serious injuries.

The man's lonely and cold Phoenix eyes suddenly sank. He stepped to prepare for the past. Instead, Qi Zheng grabbed him, "Qin Zong, don't go!"

Yan Zun sat by the bed, his peach blossom eyes, which were very similar to Yan Tao, were stained with cold light. He sat there coldly, but it was cold all over the ground. At the moment, he raised his eyes and looked at the past, and his eyes fell on Qin Zong.

He narrowed slightly, and suddenly gave birth to an extremely dangerous smell.

He sat alone beside the boy and confronted the four people opposite. It seemed as if there were swords and shadows passing by.

Like a sea attic, the cold night before the storm.