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Perhaps killing those bastards would make him a demon, but he didn't regret it. In order to protect Qian'Er, he could do anything.

Zhang Yu half closed his eyes as he thought about his own matters. Kacha. The door opened and Tang Qian'Er quietly walked in. Zhang Yu hurriedly opened his eyes and looked at Tang Qian'Er as he said:

"Big Sister Qian'er, you're here!"

His tone was calm, without any side effects. Tang Qian'Er looked at Zhang Yu, who was lying on the bed. She seemed to want to say something, but she hesitated.

"Little Yu, you … "It's alright."

She thought back to that day when Zhang Yu was possessed by the devil. Even now, those crazed blood-colored eyes had caused her to wake up in the middle of the night. Was that really Little Yu?

"Big Sister Qian'Er, I'm fine now, you …" "If there's anything you want to ask, ask it."

Zhang Yu could see Tang Qian'Er's hesitation. He knew that what happened that day was outside of her scope of understanding.

"No, Little Yu. I believe in you. No matter what you become, you will always be that Little Yu who will protect me."

In Tang Qian'Er's heart, she already found the answer. That's right, no matter what happened, she always remembered him. "Sister Qian'Er …"

Zhang Yu was a little touched. He suddenly pulled Tang Qian'Er into his embrace. Even though the injuries on his body caused him so much pain, he still held on tightly …

"Sister Qian'er, actually, I am now a cultivator. Do you know what a cultivator is? They are the kind of people who can soar into the sky and flee into the earth." What kind of expression is that, you seriously doubt my character, I … "I've only just started …"

Zhang Yu was currently on the bed hugging Tang Qian'Er as he narrated everything that had happened recently. Of course, he was talking about how he had accidentally picked up the Flame Dragon Pendant, and then met Yan. He talked about how he stepped into the doorsteps of cultivators, and also talked about his family's mysterious medical techniques.

Hearing this, Tang Qian'Er's mind wavered. She thought that an underworld martial practitioner like her would be very mysterious, but she didn't expect that there would be an even more powerful cultivator. However, when she thought about how Zhang Yu used such a dangerous secret technique to save her, she felt her heart ache and reprimanded him:

"Xiao Yu, don't use that secretary in the future. It's too dangerous!"

Zhang Yu hugged her tightly and said, "For Sister Qian'er, it's all worth it!"

"Oh yeah, Sis Qian'er, so many people died in my house. Will the police be okay? Is she all right? "

Only now did Zhang Yu remember that he had personally killed so many people, yet he wasn't the slightest bit unwell. Right now, he was only a little worried about the police making trouble for him, so Tang Qian'Er shook her head and said:

"No, after you fainted that day, my father finished his closed door cultivation and called me, so I called him over. He let me burn the corpse with him without saying anything, and then he burned the house as well. Grandma Zhang sent her to my house, but she didn't see the scene at that time, so she fainted in the room. Oh right, my father reached the Xiantian realm after closed-door cultivation."

Tang Qian'Er told him everything that had happened that day. Zhang Yu, do not worry. His father would handle the matters regarding the police. After all, the Divine Dragon Hall had a certain amount of power in Leshan City. Hearing that his grandmother was fine, Zhang Yu heaved a long sigh of relief before saying in surprise,

"Eh? "No wonder I didn't see Uncle Yang a few days ago. So he was in closed-door training and had actually broken through to the Xiantian realm. How amazing!"

Indeed, it was powerful. The modern era was failing, and spiritual energy was scarce. To be able to break through to the Xiantian realm in the secular world, which was also the Qi Condensation stage as mentioned by the cultivators, it was indeed powerful.

"Alright, let's stop talking. My father said that he will see you once you are better, after all, even he was shocked when he saw the scene that day. He said that he did not expect a weak kid like you to have such strength, after all, that father Ye Xing inside said that he was not a match for Ye Mo."

Tang Qian'Er rolled her eyes at Zhang Yu. However, she was a bit happy in her heart. In the past, her father had always looked down on Zhang Yu.

Over the next few days, Zhang Yu laid down on the sickbed to recuperate. Although he could move about easily, his internal injuries did not improve at all.

After asking for Yan's opinion and adding on the records in the medical book, Zhang Yu had asked Tang Qian'Er to privately gather herbs for him. After asking for Yan's opinion and adding in the records in the medical book, Zhang Yu had asked Tang Qian'Er to privately collect herbs for him.

Although he didn't find much, these spiritual herbs still made his injuries better. As for the rest, he could only slowly recuperate. Tang Qian'Er knew that the Flaming Dragon Pendant was Zhang Yu's greatest secret, and she never mentioned it to anyone else. Even if her father were to silently do his best to help Zhang Yu gather the medicinal herbs he needed, she would be very happy about Little Yu getting better.

"Sister Qian'er, what are you thinking about?"

Zhang Yu was already able to get off the bed. He felt that his condition right now was very good. His meridians were also almost recovered, and he could also channel the spiritual energy within his body …

"Are you thinking about something minor? Don't worry Big Sister Qian'er, I will help you treat him this afternoon …"

Zhang Yu saw her worry and said. Tang Qian'Er was pleasantly surprised.

"Really? However … Your body is not fully recovered yet. Will this affect you in any way? "

She hesitated, then said,

"It's fine. I'm treating Slight Chill, not fighting. It doesn't have much of an impact on me!"

Zhang Yu comforted her.

"Yes yes, thank you, Little Yu!"

Tang Qian'Er said excitedly. Zhang Yu smiled and said:

"Do we even need to thank each other? Besides, Little Ji is still my brother …"

In the afternoon, in the hospital's Yuanjing ward, Zhang Yu and Tang Qian'Er were both there. In addition, there was a middle-aged man who had a very ordinary appearance, wearing a training uniform with dragon patterns embroidered on it.

"Hello, Uncle Yang!"

This person was Tang Qian'Er and Yuan Jingjing's foster father, Yang Zhongyu. He was the head of the Divine Dragon Hall. The Divine Dragon Hall had also opened dozens of martial arts schools in the whole of China, and also had a series of companies. Yang Zhongyu observed Zhang Yu for a while and said without missing a thing.

"Mm. Little Yu, I heard Qian'Er say that you have a way to cure him?"

Zhang Yu respectfully said:

"Yes, Uncle Yang, I will definitely cure it!"

"Alright, as long as you can cure Little Ji, I won't bother about the matters between you and Qian'er!"

Yang Zhongyu rarely let out a smile.

"Dad!"

Tang Qian'Er's face turned completely red. How could she say this in front of everyone? However, Zhang Yu was overjoyed.

"Yes, Uncle Yang."