Zifeng looked down at the boy in her arms. On the sickly face, the two sword eyebrows were tightly knit together, as if he was suffering infinite pain. It was endearing! There was something in Zifeng's cold eyes. There was a flash of gentleness. Then he returned to his previous coldness.
About five minutes later, a large number of footsteps came from the city lord's palace. A group of people appeared in front of the city lord's palace. The leader was wearing a python robe and a purple jade crown. He had a kind face and a slightly fat body, but sharp eyes. But it shows that this person is not simple. This person is Xiangcheng City's advocate Zicai.
After Zhang Zicai saw Zifeng, he walked quickly to Zifeng and laughed loudly: "I haven't seen you in ten years. I miss you so much! Please, please." After saying this, he pulled her affectionately. Zifeng's arms walked towards the house.
When approaching the gate of the mansion, Zhang Zicai saw the frightened guard sitting beside him. His kind expression immediately turned gloomy, and he snorted coldly: "What's the use of living if you don't have eyes?" [
Hearing this, the people around the city lord cast pity on him one after another, and the guard who already knew that he was in danger was so frightened that he became incontinent and his eyes were dim.
Zifeng frowned slightly and said nothing. After all, this was Zhang Zicai controlling his subordinates, and this guard had indeed ruined the reputation of the City Lord's Mansion. Damn it!
When you walk into the gate of the mansion, you will see pavilions, bridges, streams, flowers, plants and trees, all of which are full of the atmosphere of nature. It seems incompatible with the bluestone avenue of Xiangcheng.
Seeing Zifeng's surprised look, Zhang Zicai felt proud and said with a smile: "How is it? Brother, I can do fine here, right?"
Zifeng nodded expressionlessly and said nothing. Zhang Zicai was obviously used to Zifeng's reticence and didn't care. He continued to introduce various buildings to Zifeng. As he walked, he saw the boy in Zifeng's arms and felt At this point, the boy's breath was weak, his eyes changed slightly, and he asked in a low voice: "Is it because of this child that you came to my place this time?"
"The son of an old friend is in critical condition. I plan to use the teleportation array in your house to go to the Fire Cloud Sect to ask for medical treatment." Zifeng said expressionlessly.
"Using the teleportation array is a trivial matter, but the Fire Cloud Sect's elixirs are not so easy to find. From what I've seen from this guy's aura, his life should be hanging by a thread. Except for high-grade elixirs that can cure diseases, low-grade elixirs, Even middle-grade elixirs can't cure him." Zhang Zicai reminded kindly.
"You don't need to worry about it, I have my own way." Zifeng looked at Zhang Zicai with warm eyes, and then said calmly.