Seeing Zhao Yu being pinned down, Yan Buhuan began to gloat: "Come here, can't you get through?"
"We'll see how you die after I bandage it." Zhao Yu gritted his teeth.
Yan Buhuan covered the wound, bit his lower lip hard, and stared at Zhao Yu.
He is right. Judging from their respective abilities, Zhao Yu cannot be her opponent in a head-on fight. The problem is that she is injured now, while Zhao Yu only has some superficial injuries. What is even more disgusting is that he is a child.
If I strike too hard, I'm afraid it will be true.
But at this moment, three silver needles unexpectedly flew into the back of Zhao Yu's neck.
The imperial doctor was trying hard to suppress the angry Zhao Yu. When he suddenly calmed down, everyone hurriedly bandaged him and treated his wounds. No one paid attention to the scene just now.
But Yan Buhuan discovered it.
What on earth is going on? Suddenly remembering that Master Tai Pu asked her to knock off the silver needle from Zhao Yu's neck, Yan Buhuan took a breath of cold air combined with all the previous events.
When I was studying in Penglai Mountain, there were all kinds of books in the study room, including medical books. Although I couldn't understand them, it was a good choice to pass the time.
I remember one time I opened a shabby old book, which clearly stated that one could control another person like a puppet by hiding it in the body and then stimulating it with silver needles.
And when the person being manipulated wakes up, he will never find that he has been controlled by someone.
Thinking of this, she suddenly understood why Zhao Yu had such strong internal strength at such a young age. It must be the fault of the person behind him.
Zhao Yu originally had a bad temper and wanted to tear Yan Buhuan into pieces, but after a while, Zhao Yu changed.
He became quiet, and his dull eyes slowly met Yan Buhuan's.
His vain eyes began to condense.
Yan Buhuan knew that the person looking at her at this moment was definitely not Zhao Yu himself, but possibly his master.
But in the process of her constant guessing, Zhao Yu actually waved away the imperial doctor's restraint and came to her as if taking a leisurely stroll.
When the imperial doctors surrounding Yan Buhuan saw this, they quickly stood up and surrounded him, fearing that he would take the opportunity to harm Yan Buhuan.
"Your Highness Zhao Yu, the competition has not started yet." An imperial physician said coldly.
'Zhao Yu' took a short time to look at the imperial doctors in front of him, as well as the gauze and medicine bottles they held in their hands.
The rain was still falling, everyone's eyes were focused on the field, and their every move was within everyone's sight.
Yan Buhuan concluded that Zhao Yu's coming here was definitely not a sneak attack.
She said softly: "Let him come over."
I just wanted to take this opportunity to ask her who she was and why she had to fight for the key.
The imperial doctors were hesitant, but the next moment they seemed to be frozen, maintaining their original postures.
Yan Buhuan knew that the person controlling Zhao Yu must have something to say to her, but he didn't want others to hear it.
The sky was gray, Zhao Yu squatted down, his childish face showing a special kind of deepness.
He pointed at Yan Buhuan's injured waist: "Is the injury serious?"
The tone is light and without any emotion.
Yan Buhuan was startled, and something in his heart jumped suddenly.
This person is definitely not Zhao Yu's master, absolutely not.
But who is he?
Who would ask her in such a calm tone when she was hurt?
