"It is because of the chaos in Mingyang City that we should go out for a walk so that we can know what is going on!" Fengyang looked serious, as if he was very concerned about the current situation.
Feng Xiying was amused by his serious expression. After thinking about it, she nodded. What Fengyang said was not unreasonable. After walking on the street, she realized that many people had come to this martial arts conference.
Who? Although real masters will not show up easily, but at least we can take a look at what the people who are currently visiting Mingyang City think about this matter.
Mo Yan's identity has been completely exposed, and the things he has done have been widely spread.
"Great, Seventh Brother, let's go now!" Fengyang was happy now. Thinking of the days in Fengwang City, he complained again: "You don't know, you were imprisoned in the back mountain to think about your past and have to practice.
Don't let me go and disturb you, I'm so bored by myself. Now I'm finally out, I can finally breathe!"
"Okay, I'm going to tell my mother first, please wait here for me for a while." Feng Xiying knew that he was bored and smiled.
Fengyang nodded hurriedly and watched Feng Xiying leave.
Feng Xiying walked to the door of Qin Luyao's room and heard a muffled cough coming from inside. His heart sank slightly, as his mother's condition seemed to be getting worse.
He actually didn't know what happened to his mother, who never participated in martial arts competitions or even showed up in front of others, or why she thought of following her to Mingyang City.
Mother is her father's head wife. She wants to come to Famous City, and even her father has no right to stop her. What's more, mother and father quarrel as soon as they meet, and father is too lazy to interfere with mother's business. Feng Xiying really doesn't know.
, he never dared to ask why things were like this between them.
Because whenever her father was mentioned, there was always a cold indifference in her eyes, as if this man was not her closest husband, but a stranger.
Several more coughs were heard, and Feng Xiying came back to his senses. He hesitated and knocked on the door.
Qin Luyao did not live in the main courtyard, nor in a separate courtyard, but lived in Feng Xiying's courtyard.
"Come in." Qin Luyao heard the knock on the door and hurriedly took a sip of water, suppressing the cough that was about to come out, and responded.
Feng Xiying entered the door and walked to the inner room. She saw Qin Luyao leaning on the pillow with a pale face. There was a faint smell of blood in the air.
He glanced around and saw a handkerchief stuffed behind the pillow where his mother was leaning, faintly revealing a dark mass.
He stepped forward quickly and took out the handkerchief before Qin Luyao could react. He could see the blood on it at a glance.
"Mom, you are already so ill, why, why do you still come to Famous City?" Feng Xiying couldn't bear it anymore. He knew that his mother's condition was getting worse, but he didn't know that it had reached this level.
This is obviously a case of terminal illness.
His mother was the person he loved most in the world. He really couldn't imagine how he would face it if something happened to her.
Over the years, he spent most of his time cultivating. Although he often visited his mother, he never did anything for her. As a son, he was really unfilial.
Qin Luyao burst out laughing when she saw her usually indifferent son so nervous.