However, he also knew Fan Xingran's virtue. Since he was with him, the spiritual alchemist named Zhihan had a limit even if his background was not simple, so he still behaved neither humble nor overbearing, and did not show any flattery like Fan Xingran.
Zhihan was still neither happy nor worried, and nodded calmly. His expression was extremely arrogant, but it was a guest who came over, and Feng Congyun didn't show anything.
"Why did you come to Leng Song this time?" Feng Congyun asked.
"My nephew came to see Young Master Leng Song this time, mainly because he wanted to inquire about something." Fan Xingran said.
"You're late." Feng Congyun sighed, waved his hand, and a servant opened the screen knowingly.
"Ah! What happened to Young Master Leng Song?" Fan Xingran then saw Feng Lengsong lying on the bed and asked in surprise.
"He was seriously injured." Feng Congyun sighed and said.
"Who is so bold as to hurt Young Master Leng Song like this?" Fan Xingran first roared with indignation, then rushed to the bedside, held Feng Lengsong's hand, and said with tears in his eyes, "Leng Song
, how are you? It doesn’t matter whether you are injured or not. I am your cousin Xingran, and I came here specifically to see you."
"There's no need to talk to him anymore. His meridians and qi sea are all gone, and his consciousness has been severely damaged. Although he still has breath, he is no different from a dead person." Feng Congyun said.
"What, it's impossible, this is impossible." Fan Xingran's fat body shook violently a few times, and he knelt down beside the bed, howling loudly, "Leng Song, how could you be injured like this? Although we are not brothers,
, but we are like brothers. We have relied on each other for so many years. We haven’t seen each other for only a few years, and you have become like this. What do you want me to do? What should I do in the future?"
Fan Xingran cried until his nose was full of tears and his liver and intestines were severed. It was so tragic that the listeners were heartbroken and the viewers shed tears. However, while crying, he pinched his thighs hard. There was nothing he could do. He couldn't shed tears without pinching him a few times.
But when the pig-killing cry fell into their ears, it made everyone's hair stand on end. Not to mention that Feng Lengsong was not dead yet, even if he was dead, what should you do? Are you brothers or sisters?
Glass? Besides, I’ve never seen Feng Lengsong have such a good relationship with you before.
Speaking of which, Fan Xingran learned this miserable howl from Ye Xiaoqi, but based on his knowledge and ambition, his level is far worse than Ye Xiaoqi's. In fact, Ye Xiaoqi's level is already low enough.
"Xingran, please stop crying, don't disturb Leng Song's rest." Although it was clear that Fatty Fan's wailing was 90% fake, Feng Congyun was in a low mood and a little sad, so he did not argue with him and persuaded him.
road.
"Uncle Master, don't worry too much. I'll go back to the Chamber of Commerce and ask for the elixir master, and I'll definitely be able to cure Young Master Leng Song." Fan Xingran wiped his tears, stood up and said. He pinched his thigh too hard just now.
, the action is still a bit awkward.
"No need, we have already asked the spiritual alchemist to take a look, but there is nothing we can do. I'm afraid Leng Song will have to lie like this for the rest of his life." Feng Congyun said sadly.
"How can ordinary elixir masters compare with the elixir masters of our Xingfeng Chamber of Commerce? Don't worry, Uncle Master, I will definitely invite the elixir masters of the Chamber of Commerce to come back within three days." Fan Xingran said proudly.
"Great Alchemist Liu Wuyan came here and said the same thing." Feng Congyun shook his head and said.
"Master Liu Wuyan..." Fan Xingran opened his mouth, but no words came out.