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Nan Gong Ye was startled, then sneered and sneered: "What do you know? Your injuries are getting better, so when I circulate my powers, I need to use less of my natural energy. "

After saying that, the two of them lost their patience. Xiao Shiyun fell asleep, and Nangong Ye also walked out.

Just closed the door.

"Pfft!" Nangong Ye held the door and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Lingfeng, who was at the side, took a step forward and held onto Nangong Ye. At the same time, his hand seemed to be holding onto Nangong Ye's pulse.

he asked worriedly, "Mistress! You can't treat your own body like this, you've already lost a lot of power when you passed on your skills to Xiao Bao Yun. If you continue to heal him like this, it might be difficult to get through the full moon again! "

Ling Feng was Nangong Ye's substitute. Every year on the full moon, Nangong Ye would turn into the appearance of a child, and her strength was only one-tenth of her usual strength.

Many people in the martial arts world knew that Nangong Ye had the weakest martial arts on the fifteenth day of the eighth month, but few people knew that he would become a five-year-old child.

And Ling Feng, as Nangong Ye's senior double, had been working hard all these years to block many sneak attacks and ambushes for her.

"No problem, it's just a small injury. It'll be fine in two days."

Ling Feng lowered his head and sneered. Small injuries? When he held his hand just now, he had already checked Nangong Ye's pulse. The Palace Mistress only had 10% of her power left. During this period of time, in order to heal Xiao Bao Yun, she had even absorbed the backlash of the Jade Net Sword into her body.

He had endured all of the injuries that Xiao Chen had received for him!

Moreover, he had passed so many martial arts techniques to him.

He really didn't expect that the usually majestic and majestic Hall Master of the Blood Waves Palace would actually be a man with a broken sleeve.

The main point was that this man was so greedy, and also so ununderstanding.

I estimate that this time around, Palace Master's fifteenth day of the eighth month will not be over …

A cold glint flashed in Ling Feng's eyes!

Helping Nangong Ye to walk forward, "Palace Head, Lingfeng will take you to rest."

Currently, Nangong Ye's martial arts are only one tenth. On the fifteenth day of the eighth month, there will only be one percent of his previous martial arts! In the past, even if Lingfeng was in the form of a child, he would still not be a match for his. After all, 10% of Nangong Ye's power was still not to be underestimated.

But one percent?

Heh! Ling Feng was confident that killing Nangong Ye would be no different from crushing an ant!

No one wants to be a double for the rest of their lives! Countless nights, in his dreams, Lingfeng had always wanted to replace Nangong Ye, but he was not a match for his. He had always thought that there was no hope in this life, that he would have to be his substitute for the rest of his life.

He hadn't thought that he would encounter a disaster like Xiao Bao Yun, which gave him a great opportunity!

In the afternoon, Wan'Er happily brought back the goat's milk. Just as she was about to enter the house to replenish her body, she was stopped by Nangong Ye, who was sitting on the roof.

"Wan'er."

"Huh?" Wan-Er looked up and saw the Master.

He immediately knelt down, "What orders do you have, Mistress?"

"What's that in your hand?"

"To reply Asgard Mistress, it's goat's milk. It's for Young Master to take care of his body."

"Goat's milk?" Nangong Ye sneered and suddenly remembered the conversation between Wan'Er and Xiao Shiyun during the day.

Why? Why was it that despite being so gentle with Wan'Er, he always kept a face full of shame when facing him?

One must know that in order to treat his injuries, he almost lost his life!

What did Wan-Er do? It was just pouring tea. It was just a small matter, yet he was so grateful for her kindness?

With his eyes lowered, Nangong Ye saw the bag on Wan'er's waist, the pink lotus flower, and the faint reeds. He was just looking at the patterns, as if imagining the sunlight.

Wan-Er had sunlight, so why didn't he, Nangong Ye?

Ever since he was young, he had been lacking in love, so no matter if it was day or night, he could not allow even the slightest bit of sunlight to shine into the Bloodthirsty Hall!

Nangong Ye rejects this kind of thing!

What right did Xiao Shiyun and Wan'Er have to be good enough?

He slowly raised his hand and a small stone came out from his fingertip.

"Pata ~ ~" He hit the top of the bag.

"Rip, tear ~ ~" The bag was instantly broken, and the herbs inside came falling down in a sparse manner.

Wan-Er frowned. She looked a bit sad, but she didn't dare to say anything.

"Wan'Er, this bag is too beautiful, it's not suitable for you. From today onwards, you don't need to go and serve Xiao Shiyun anymore."

Wan-Er moved. She raised her head and opened her mouth. What was she trying to fight for?

However, when he saw Nangong Ye's terrifying eyes, he lowered his head and said respectfully, "Yes, Palace Chief."

She was only a lowly servant girl, and was not worthy of having any demands. If the Mistress was angry, then her little life might be gone.

She still wanted to keep her life until she reached the age when she could take the money that the Mistress had earned all these years to go back to her hometown and pay her respects to her parents, hoping that her parents would still be alive at that time.

This was the only reason she had been able to remain safe and sound in the Blood Wave Hall all these years.

"Then... "This goat's milk?" Wan'er, who had left, turned around again. She had spent an entire afternoon trying to get this goat's milk, so she couldn't do too much.

In fact, Wan-Er could faintly feel that the Mistress was angry with him for giving her the money when he cared about her. She didn't dare to have any more thoughts.

"Throw it away." With these two words, Nangong Ye said mercilessly.

"Yes." Wan-Er's heart ached as she looked at the pot in her arms. In the end, she picked it up and threw it away.

During dinner time, a little girl pushed open the door and entered.

Xiao Shiyun thought that Wan'er had come, so he asked softly, "Wan'er? What took you so long? I'm still waiting for your goat's milk! " Xiao Shiyun sat up from the bed and looked outside the door expectantly.

The girl seemed to have touched something. "Aiya!" She almost fell down.

"Master, I am not Wan-Er. I am Jun. Wan-Er will not serve you anymore." The first time he came to the Bloodthirsty Hall to serve, it was always pitch black during the day. If it wasn't for Young Noble Xiao Shiyun, there would have been a small, dim, orange light inside.

Then she wouldn't know where it was.

"Why?!" Xiao Shiyun was practically shouting these words out loud.

"I don't know why Palace Master broke Wan'er's purse today, and even made her throw away the goat's milk for no reason," Jun'er explained in a low voice. "I just told her not to serve here anymore, so I'm here now."

"Is Nangong Ye sick? [What did Wan-Er do wrong? "Help me up, I want to find him for theory!" Xiao Shiyun struggled and was about to get up.

Jun'er immediately stepped forward to support his body. "Young master, your body is still very weak right now and you're not fit to stand up. You should just lie down. If you want to see the Palace Master, I'll inform you later."

"No need!" A cold voice came from outside the door.

Nangong Ye's tall figure slowly walked in.