Chapter 42

"It's useless to say anything now. Go and send someone to rescue the leader." Song Qing's face was gloomy, and his cold eyes were filled with hatred. "Even if he stepped on the flying flower studio, he would bring out the leader completely for me!"

Ji Rao has a high fever and many injuries on her body. She is already unconscious. He was still wearing the white clothes of the banquet court, and the blood on the clothes was particularly dazzling.

"How is he?"

If these injuries are all caused by yantingzhi, at first glance, his anxiety looks like real.

The doctor sighed, "he has used all the medicine I can use. The rest depends on his own nature. If I can't tell you, even if he barely lives, his leg is useless. Let me say one more thing. His constitution is different from that of ordinary people. Is this the leader of the demon sect? "

The banquet court hesitated for a while, for fear that he knew Ji Rao's identity and would not treat him well.

The doctor shook his head, "young master, you don't have to. I practice medicine from generation to generation, regardless of my identity. It's just that the cult leader grew up in a different environment from ordinary people. In our case, some drugs don't work for him. It's better to ask the doctor of the demon sect to come here, but the young master hates him like this It's a proper death for him to die here. "

The heart of the banquet court was suddenly pulled. He looked up at the man on the bed who almost had no voice. Suddenly, a kind of uncontrollable panic rushed out.

"Is there no other way?"

The doctor was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"You go down first."

The doctor packed his box and went out slowly. Yantingzhi went to jirao's bed and looked at him for a long time. His eyes flashed with inexplicable light.

The moon is bright and the stars are dim, and a few candles are still flickering sporadically, blurring the candle light through the white window paper.

"The weather is dry and the things are dry. Watch out for the fire." Beat the Gong in the hand to pass through the streets and alleys in the night watch, shouting loudly and long in the mouth, with a unique accent.

Whew, whew.

There are more than one shadow running silently from the beam. At first glance, there are dozens of people.

"Ah The leg that beat more is soft, be scared of drop to sit on the ground, the thing in the hand hits on the ground to send out not small sound.

The shadow was moving very fast. They didn't even look at the watchmen. They flew in one direction.

The process is only a moment, and when the shadows disappear, the watchman hastily picks up his Gong and runs away.

Yantingzhi's room was too cold. As soon as he went in, he couldn't help thinking about jirao and his dead father. His heartache and revenge were intertwined in his heart and almost destroyed him. He dare not go in, can only shrink in the study chair, even the blanket on the body is Lanbi while he is asleep carefully come over to put on.

"Little Lord, little Lord is not good!"

The banquet court suddenly woke up, and his blanket fell to the ground. As soon as he got up, someone rushed in.

"Young master, the hall of master Zhai is on fire!"

"Where's my mother?"

"I don't know..."

The banquet court rushed out in an instant.

When he arrived, the disciples of feihuazhai were taking water to put out the fire, but the fire in Lingtang was so fierce that they couldn't even get in.

"Mother!" He grabbed a man, "where's my mother?"

"No I don't know, young master

"Go to see if my mother has anyone in her house. Go

"Yes, yes."

Banquet court red eyes looking at the sky fire, just about to rush in was stopped.

"Little Lord, you can't do it, little Lord. If you go in now, you will die! "