Zhao Changyuan was undecided. He turned around and looked back, and saw the lights in the garden suddenly brightly lit, and there was a loud noise and shouts of death.
Withdrawing his gaze, Zhao Changyuan looked at the figure holding him up and grinned: "Master, you might as well inform me next time you mention him."
"Stop talking nonsense." Su You snorted coldly, and the hand holding Zhao Changyuan suddenly loosened, startling Zhao Changyuan.
However, Su You only relaxed his grip for a moment, and the next moment he tightened his grip on Zhao Changyuan again, and disappeared into the night without slowing down.
Behind Su You, several cold and stern figures were clearly chasing after him.
Even with Zhao Changyuan in his hand, Su You still shook off the shadow behind him, successfully returned to the residence where several people were staying, and stopped near it.
"Master, are you okay?" After Zhao Changyuan stood firm, the first thing he did was to rush towards Su You, hold Su You with both hands and asked urgently.
"It's okay." Su You looked proud, but there was a blood stain on his chest.
"Master." Zhao Changyuan frowned fiercely, and a touch of sourness and bitterness rose in his heart.
"This little injury is nothing." Su You glanced down and waved his hands carelessly.
"Help me go back to my room to rest. Don't let Xiaohan bump into me." Su You took a deep breath and stood firm, not letting Zhao Changyuan support him.
Zhao Changyuan nodded lightly and followed Su You carefully, watching the stubborn man strutting towards his room step by step.
But how could Gong Yueyue, who had been paying attention to the movements outside, fail to notice that Su You and Zhao Changyuan were back.
As soon as she opened the door and saw the two figures, Gong Yueyue was happy at first, and then her pretty face suddenly changed, her eyes instantly turned red, and she quickly ran towards Su You.
"You're injured!" Gong Yueyue's eyes were immediately attracted by the blood on Su You's chest, the corners of her eyes became even redder, and her voice sounded a bit hoarse.
"A little flesh wound, it's not a problem." Su You said with a smile, raised his hand and let Gong Yueyue help him, and said proudly:
"That man was injured much more seriously by your father and me. I'm afraid he won't even be able to get off the ground. It won't affect you anymore in the following games."
When Gong Yueyue heard this, she felt even more guilty. If it weren't for her lack of skill, how could Su You go out late at night to fight against powerful enemies and come back covered in blood?
"I'm a little tired. Please help me go back to my room to rest. We'll talk about anything tomorrow." Seeing Gong Yueyue gritting her teeth and about to speak, Su You immediately spoke first.
"Okay." Gong Yueyue bitterly suppressed the thought of rushing to the other side of the house, nodded solemnly, and carefully helped Su You back to the room.
Zhang Linfeng, who had already fallen asleep, heard the noise and ran out with his coat on. He was shocked when he saw Su You was injured.
"Uncle Su, are you seriously injured?" Zhang Linfeng trotted over to meet him, with worry and regret on his cute face.
"Not as heavy as that person." Su You laughed and walked to the room with force.
"Okay, you all go and have a rest. I'm going to rest." Su You waved his hand and waved away a few people boldly.
"I'm sorry, it was all my idea that hurt Uncle Su." After leaving Su You's room, Zhang Linfeng immediately twirled his fingers, lowered his head and admitted his mistake to Gong Yueyue.
"It's not your fault." Gong Yueyue was stunned for a moment, self-blame and guilt flashed through her reddish eyes, she raised her hand and touched Zhang Linfeng's head, and said softly:
"It's all forced by those in high positions and has nothing to do with you."
"But..." Zhang Linfeng raised his head, still a little scared on his face. In fact, what Zhang Linfeng was most worried about was that Gong Yueyue would get angry with her because of this.
However, after carefully looking at Gong Yueyue's face, Zhang Linfeng felt a lot more at ease. Because although Gong Yueyue was sad and angry, she had no intention of attacking him.
"Master's martial arts is so high, it may be a skin injury. Besides, I am a miracle doctor here. You don't need to worry. Go back and rest first." Zhao Changyuan also forced out a smile and reassured Gong Yueyue and the two of them to go back first.
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"Well, let me tell you it's a skin injury." Su You snorted, retracted his hand nonchalantly, and covered his chest again.
"The physical injury is indeed a skin injury." Zhao Changyuan nodded, stared at Su You with twinkling eyes, and said:
"But 30% of the meridians in your body have been severed, and your internal energy is seriously disordered and dissipated!"
Su You raised his eyebrows, his expression changed for a moment, but soon showed disdain and pride again, tilted his head towards Zhao Changyuan and said:
"It's only 30%. The muscles and veins in that person's body may have been broken by 50%."
Zhao Changyuan's eyebrows jumped sharply again. Fifty percent of the Jiuyou Palace Master's tendons were severed... He didn't hear any movement. How did these two people fight so fiercely and silently?
"Forget it, let me give you some medicine for the golden sore first. As for the internal injuries, I can't hide them from my junior sister."
Zhao Changyuan shook his head and sighed softly.
"Do I need to hide it? Even if I have 30% of my veins broken, I will still be able to deal with those reckless people!"
Su You's laughter was still full of pride and arrogance. However, after Zhao Changyuan applied medicine to his chest injury, he still fell into a deep sleep.
Sitting on Su You's bedside, looking at Su You's tired and sleeping appearance, Zhao Changyuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, tucked Su You into bed, got up and sat at the table outside.
After waiting for less than a stick of incense, there was indeed a commotion outside, and dozens of torches illuminated the residence of Zhao Changyuan and others.
"Young Master Shen, my young master has invited you." A young man in black stood at the forefront of the crowd with a cold face and shouted in a deep voice.
"What do you want to do?" Gong Yueyue was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Then she heard the noise outside, so she got up and rushed out. When she saw the people outside, she suddenly stared with big eyes, clenched her fists, and her heart was full of anger.
"My young master invites Mr. Shen." The man glanced at Gong Yueyue, ignored him, and continued shouting.
Zhao Changyuan opened the door and walked out quickly, with a calm smile on his face.
Gong Yueyue was of course worried that Zhao Changyuan would follow them alone, so she followed Zhao Changyuan forcefully. Those people had no choice but to lead the two of them back to Bieyuan in a hurry.
The entire villa was brightly lit in the dark night, with figures standing everywhere holding torches, and the air was filled with solemn and solid pressure.
Zhao Changyuan raised his eyebrows slightly and quickly looked around, but did not see Qifeng.
"Guys, please come inside." The person leading the way took Zhao Changyuan and Gong Yueyue to a wooden house deep in the garden, and opened the door in a cold voice.
Zhao Changyuan and Gong Yueyue looked at each other, stepped into the door, and saw the proud and upright figure at a glance.
"Mr. Shen, Miss Su, I am not disturbing you two from resting." The proud figure slowly turned around, revealing the eldest prince Jiang Feng's deeper and sharper face illuminated by the candlelight.
"The eldest prince is serious. I wonder why the eldest prince calls Shen so late at night?" Zhao Changyuan quickly replied with a respectful look on his handsome face.
"My prince, there is someone here who needs Mr. Shen to treat him." A smile slowly bloomed on Jiang Feng's face, and he raised his hand and pointed to a corner of the room. (To be continued)