Chapter 387

With Lin Zichen's departure, an earth shaking voice came to mind behind him.

When he arrived outside the cave, he turned back and looked at the cave. He slightly raised a sneer and turned around. The small and sharp figure disappeared into the night sky. There was no trace in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

Lin Ziyi returned to the Nangong palace. He went directly to the drunken moon Hall of Nangong Yunhao.

"Uncle!" Lin Ziyi shouted softly.

There was no sound. Lin Ziyi frowned slightly. Isn't his uncle there?

"Uncle." Lin Ziyi's voice was much louder.

Nangong Yunhao, who was sleeping on his bed, shook his mind. He seemed to hear someone calling him.

"Uncle..." Lin Ziyi called again. His body trembled slightly. His heel hurt so much. He had to find someone to deal with the wound. The third uncle could keep it secret for him and not be found by his mother.

At the first sound, Nangong Yunhao didn't hear it very clearly. At the second sound, Nangong Yunhao heard it.

He got up quickly and opened the door.

"Chen'er or Yi'er?" Nangong Yunhao asked with narrowed eyes. He couldn't distinguish the two brothers.

What is the child doing when he doesn't sleep in the middle of the night?

Wait, why does it smell like blood? Nangong Yunhao woke up and looked at Lin Ziyi.

"Uncle, I'm Yi'er." Lin Ziyi was speechless. The difference between him and his brother was very big. Why didn't uncle distinguish it?

"Yi'er, are you hurt?" Nangong Yunhao quickly picked him up and returned to the room.

"Hmm!" Lin Ziyi nodded. If he was good, he wouldn't come here. It's no secret that more people know.

Nangong Yunhao took him to the soft couch.

Looking at his bloody heel, Nangong Yunhao took a breath.

"Yi'er, where have you been this big night? How did you hurt yourself so badly?" Nangong Yunhao quickly got up and brought water to clean Lin Ziyi's wound.

Lin Ziyi looked up at his uncle, with a tired face on his small face and a busy figure in his clear eyes.

He tenderly charged, "uncle, I can't tell anyone about Yi'er's injury, especially my mother. If my mother herself, Yi'er will be miserable."

Nangong Yunhao came back with clear water and looked at him with a distressed smile: "if you can come to your uncle, he will know that you don't want others to know about your injury. It's OK for your uncle not to tell your mother, but tell your uncle, where have you been?"

Lin Ziyi cracked his lips and smiled with a mysterious face. "Uncle, Yi Er couldn't sleep at night. He went out to experience in the mountains and met the soul mosquito Warcraft."

Lin Ziyi suddenly thought of something. He took out a piece of soul mosquito Warcraft wings from his own space.

"Uncle, give this wing to uncle!"

Nangong Yunhao looked at the wings bigger than this banana leaf on the ground. The dense wing bones like woven brocade were enough to create tens of thousands of concealed weapons.

Nangong Yunhao couldn't help but be surprised!

He looked at Lin Ziyi in surprise and asked, "Yi'er, you killed the soul mosquito Warcraft?" how can the child practice so often? Even he was ashamed of himself. He slept heavily on such a night, but his little nephew was practicing nonstop.

"Uncle, this is Yi'er's bribe to uncle. The only purpose is not to let anyone know about Yi'er's injury." of course, Lin Ziyi is also conditional. The wings of the soul mosquito Warcraft are rare, and my uncle will like it very much.

Nangong Yunhao felt funny. He was sophisticated at a young age. He didn't understand Yi'er and chen'er when they grew up.

"I see. For the sake of Yi'er's sincerity, my uncle doesn't say anything. Heaven knows you know I know, okay?"

Nangong Yunhao finished and squatted down to help him deal with his wound.

"Yi'er, what should I do? There's no skin and a piece of meat. I'm afraid your heel will be a little shorter." Nangong Yunhao looked at the sediment at the wound. He couldn't bear to deal with the wound. He knew it would be very painful.

"Uncle, hurry up, don't be distressed. If Yi'er doesn't hurt, don't be distressed." Lin Ziyi sees his uncle's mind. If he lingers any longer, he won't have to sleep tonight. He runs away desperately, but he's very tired.

"OK, then bear it." Nangong Yunhao took a cotton cloth and gently washed the sand from his wound with water.

Lin Ziyi was gnashing his teeth with instant pain. He had already taken a pill for relieving pain. Why is it still so painful?

Lin Ziyi was sweating on his forehead after a while. He bit his sleeve tightly.

Pain!

There was only this painful word shouting all over the body.

Nangong Yunhao raised his eyes and looked at him. He closed his eyes in pain, and tears ran across the corners of his eyes.

He pursed his lips, and his heart was even worse. What did such a big child do with so much heart? Just have fun? You have to find someone to suffer.

"Yi'er, just bear with it for a while!" Nangong Yunhao treated it very seriously. The wound should be treated at one time.

Lin Ziyi closed his eyes to death. Can his uncle stop talking nonsense? He's about to faint. It's better to faint. He won't feel pain, but how can he faint so easily?

Lin Ziyi's heart was torn and his small body trembled. Finally, the pain on his feet gradually became lighter.

Lin Ziyi quickly takes out a box of ointment and hands it to Nangong Yunhao.

Nangong Yunhao took over and quickly put the ointment on the wound. A cold feeling made him feel much more comfortable in an instant.

"Hoo!" Lin Ziyi spits out the turbid air.

Finally, there was no pain just now. If the pain continued, he really couldn't bear it.

This is Shengji ointment. His heel will not be short. He is the son of the moon doctor.

Lin Ziyi was relieved to see that the wound had been wrapped up.

"Uncle, thank you!" Lin Ziyi said, and the man quickly fell into the darkness.

"Yi'er, Yi'er..." Nangong Yunhao shouted a few times, and Lin Ziyi didn't respond.

Nangong Yunhao quickly got up, took Lin Ziyi to his bed and pulled the quilt over them.

He shook his head slightly, gently rubbed his forehead, smiled helplessly, and fainted.

Immediately! He also fell down to rest!

The next morning!

A cry of horror came out of Ruicheng palace.

"Ah!" the servant girl who came to serve the king of Ruicheng saw the long hair hanging on the door of the king of Ruicheng's room, dancing in the morning wind. Looking at the king's bare head, she immediately threw the copper basin in her hand on the ground.

There was a dull noise!

The king of Ruicheng was very upset and woke up early in the morning. He quickly sat up from his bed.

He shouted darkly at the servant girl, "do you want to die?"

The servant girl pointed to his bald head and couldn't say a word.

Yi Feng also happened to come to see the king of Ruicheng early in the morning. As soon as he came in, he heard the roar of the king of Ruicheng. His eyebrows were frozen and he walked over quickly.

He asked, "what's the matter? What's the name?"