Meeting Song Yizhi's gaze, Yan Lingyu raised his hand and pointed at the tall and graceful woman behind him, "This is your dead man, his name is Feng Changchang."
Before Song Yizhi could say anything, the woman with a delicate face and elegant face clasped her fists in her hands and saluted Song Yizhi, "Master."
Song Yizhi waved his hand uncomfortably, "No, no."
Feng Changchang consciously walked behind Song Yizhi.
After the matter was finished, Yan Lingyu turned around and left.
Seeing the red figure walking very gracefully, Song Yizhi hesitated to speak.
Did he come over so early in the morning to block me just to send someone to death?
Arriving at the seats, Song Yizhi saw Bei Xianyue and others chatting with each other.
Wei Ling stretched out his hand and said, "Here are some dried fruits."
Song Yizhi took out a bag of dried fruits and handed it over, then leaned back in his chair and looked at the alchemist on the stage.
Seeing Song Yizhi's somewhat wandering eyes, several people knew that she was distracted and did not disturb her.
Song Yizhi, who was freeing his thoughts, saw text patterns replaying in his mind. The warm power was somewhat hypnotic, and his eyelids began to tremble.
Looking at Song Yizhi, who was leaning back in the chair and sleeping with his head tilted, the voices of the few people talking became softer.
Then, they secretly sighed that Song Yizhi's sleep was really good, and he could actually sleep in such a noisy environment.
When Ran Yizhou came over, he saw Song Yizhi sleeping in a wheelchair at a glance. His figure flashed directly to the seat.
Before Beixianyue and the others could react, Song Yiheng's figure appeared, followed shortly after by Huai Zhu.
Looking at the direct disciples who were gathered in front of the wheelchair but did not disturb Song Yizhi's sleep, Bei Xianyue and the others could neither sit nor stand.
Song Yiheng took out a blanket and gently covered Song Yizhi.
Song Yizhi opened one eye and took a look. When he saw it was his brother, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
Looking at Song Yizhi's sickly pale complexion, Ran Yizhou whispered, "Heartless little girl."
The master went back and called him and Huaizhu to talk to him. The two of them hurriedly teleported to the outside of Yaowang Valley, and then rushed all the way. Then they saw the little girl sleeping with her head tilted.
But it’s okay to be heartless. If you don’t take things personally, you will still be happy in the future.
Huai Zhu said softly, "Sit down first."
Bei Xianyue and others silently handed stools to the three senior brothers and sisters.
The three of them took the stools and sat down on one side, but their eyes never left Song Yizhi for a moment.
Seeing Song Yizhi like this, Song Yiheng couldn't help but imagine how hurt she was when she was in the Demon Palace, and the heartache in his eyes almost overflowed.
Yuyu poked out a cat's head from under the blanket. It rested its head on the armrest, imitating Song Yizhi and sleeping with his head tilted.
Seeing such an honest and obedient cat, Yuan Xu reached out and poked the cat on the head.
The cat silently stretched out a paw and showed its sharp nails.
Yuan Xu didn't want to be scratched by the cat and get a few bloody marks, so he stopped extending his sinful hand.
Looking at Yuanxu who no longer wanted to hold his hand, Yuyu retracted his claws and continued to sleep on his stomach.
Song Yiheng glanced at the black cat head lying on the armrest, looked at it for a moment and then looked away.
That ordinary-looking black cat is the fifth elder’s contracted beast.
The fifth elder’s thoughts are so obvious!
Even though so many days have passed, Song Yiheng is still a little unable to accept it.
Looking at Song Yiheng's not pretty face, Huaizhu turned his head and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Song Yiheng looked back and whispered, "It's okay."
Seeing this, Huai Zhu didn't ask any more questions.
"By the way, why did you and your senior brother come here?" Song Yiheng asked.
Huai Zhu replied in a low voice, "Master went back and told us about Zhi Zhi's situation, and we came over."
One is to worry about Zhizhi's condition, and the other is to support Zhizhi.
Zhizhi's situation cannot be hidden at all. It is only a matter of time before those people know about it. As Zhizhi's senior brother and sister, they must stand up and support Zhizhi.
"Support Zhizhi." Ran Yizhou's cold voice was lowered.
Listening to Ran Yizhou's overly straightforward words, Song Yiheng and Huaizhu were not surprised at all.
Bei Xianyue and others looked at these three people silently.
So, these three people appeared together to support Song Yizhi?
This is reasonable.
"In addition, we also prepared some things for Zhizhi." Huaizhu's gentle voice continued to lower his voice.
Ran Yizhou nodded in agreement.
With Zhizhi's current situation, she needs more magical weapons.
Song Yiheng nodded to show that he heard it, and then said nothing to avoid disturbing his sister.
The surrounding area suddenly became quiet, Song Yizhi's eyelids moved briefly, and then he went back to sleep.
"Boom."
A bell rang, and the first game ended.
Song Yizhi opened his eyes and looked down.
The barrier on the stage has disappeared.
Some succeeded and some failed. Looking at the wisps of green smoke coming out of the alchemy cauldron, Song Yizhi's eyes showed a bit of interest.
It's just that the fun in her eyes didn't last long before it was replaced by a touch of coldness.
Lan Xixi.
She is indeed here!
There was a very inconspicuous girl among the crowd in the audience.
She wears a light-colored skirt and has an ordinary and pretty face. She is blended in the crowd and is difficult to spot at a glance.
The reason why Song Yizhi was able to spot Lan Qianqian at a glance was because she had been entangled with Lan Qianqian for countless lives, and she had long been very familiar with Lan Qianqian's aura.
In addition, now that she can directly see the essence, Lan Qianqian is even more invisible in her eyes.
Song Yizhi sat up slightly and the blanket covering his body slipped a little.
Song Yiheng stood up and came over to pull up the blanket that had fallen down.
Song Yizhi, whose sight was blocked, looked up and said, "Brother."
Song Yiheng responded, looking at his sister with gentle eyes, he touched Song Yizhi's head, and the thousands of words on his lips finally turned into one sentence, "Zhizhi."
Song Yizhi responded.
The look in Song Yiheng's eyes suddenly became gentle and full of heartache.
"Brother, I'm fine." Song Yizhi reached out and pulled his brother's sleeve.
Looking at the sickly pale face, Song Yiheng did not expose Song Yizhi, he just said, "Brother is here."
Song Yizhi responded, then let go of Song Yiheng's sleeves and said, "Brother, sit down."
My brother's tall body completely blocked his sight.
Ran Yizhou's cold voice sounded, "Come here and sit down."
Song Yiheng turned back and sat on the stool, while the rankings began to be announced on the backstage.
Song Yizhi looked around and saw Lan Qianqian in the corner.
With a face that can barely be considered comely, a thin body, and a hidden aura, no one would think that the Lan Qiqian now and the clear and tough beauty before were the same person.
.
If it weren't for the fact that the original aura couldn't be changed, I might not be able to recognize Lan Qianqian.
In order to avoid attracting Lan Qianqian's attention, Song Yizhi paused for a moment and then looked away.
Lan Qianxi's appearance was not unexpected now. Ever since she was rescued, she had made some guesses.
Judging from her injuries, she would definitely take advantage of the alchemist conference to sneak into the Medicine King Valley to look for heavenly spirits and earthly treasures to repair her body.
However, because the identity of the person who rescued her was unknown, Song Yizhi was not sure whether Lan Qianqian had any other missions when she came to Yaowang Valley.
But one thing is certain, Lan Qianqian came to Yaowang Valley to make some noise.