Qingye carried the sedan chair all the way back to the door of Liyuan's bedroom before putting the sedan chair down.
Her aura was a little messy, which was caused by the Nine Prince's infuriating energy.
If she hadn't been far enough away from the Ninth Prince, she would have been hurt by the Ninth Prince's true energy.
Qingzhi walked the slowest. This time, it was not because she had the best Qinggong among the three, but because she had been injured by the Ninth Prince's Qi before and couldn't walk.
"Qingye, open the door." Long Feiyan said calmly, still sitting in the sedan.
"Yes." Qingye immediately went over and opened the door.
Long Feiyan got out of the sedan and returned to the room in the blink of an eye.
But when Qingye and Qingzhi entered, they were still frightened by the scene in front of them.
"Master, you..." Qingye couldn't get over quickly and helped Long Feiyan sit down by the bed.
Her veil was covered with blood. It turned out that the master had already vomited blood in the sedan chair just now, but they didn't notice it.
Qingzhi held the door and carefully closed the door.
Long Feiyan sat cross-legged on the bed, closed her eyes and practiced Qigong. After a while, her pale face gradually regained a little color, but at this time, she looked really bad.
"The Ninth Prince, God of War, is so famous that it is better to meet him. Master, your legs are just right. It is not appropriate to take action at this time. If you do it today, you will suffer a big loss."
If the master had taken good care of himself, how could he lose to a young man in his twenties?
Long Feiyan opened her eyes and looked at her calmly: "He was also injured originally. Today I fought twice and no one took advantage."
"Is the Ninth Prince injured?"
Qingye and Qingzhi didn't even notice it, and still thought that it was the Ninth Prince who took advantage of them so that they could be even with their master.
However, my master has always been hindered from practicing Qigong due to leg injuries over the years.
Now that the master's legs are healed, his skill will definitely increase sharply in the future. Even though the Ninth Prince is powerful, he may not really be the master's opponent.
But despite this, over the years, the Ninth Prince is also a formidable enemy that Qingye has seen.
At just over 20 years old, he was able to practice such outstanding magical skills. This was definitely not something that could be taught to a disciple with the skills of Emperor Ji.
Who is the real master of the Ninth Prince? Why has it never been discovered until now?
"Cough..." Long Feiyan coughed lightly, and another wisp of blood slipped from the corner of his lips.
"Master, how about I go and invite Feng Jiu?" Qingzhi said immediately.
"No comparison."
Long Feiyan closed her eyes again and used her energy to heal her injuries.
Qingzhi looked at Qingye, who shook his head. Qingzhi had no choice but to walk outside, close the door, and stay outside.
The blood in his chest was still boiling, making it difficult to even speak.
When masters compete with each other, they really shouldn't get too close, as they can easily get involved.
She just didn't expect that the young Ninth Prince was not only unparalleled in appearance, but also had such unfathomable martial arts skills.
Under the moonlight, that face once again appeared in his mind, and Qingzhi was confused. This time, he really screamed and vomited a mouthful of blood.
The Ninth Prince is really deadly! Just thinking about it can make people vomit blood!
The word "sex" has a knife on its head, but these words are still true!
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"Young Master, the Ninth Prince, he...he..." Little Cherry rushed back from the lobby and pushed open the door of Feng Jiuer's room.
"What?" Feng Jiuer, who was reading, put down the book and frowned slightly.
Uncle Nine Emperors, isn’t he gone?
"The Ninth Prince is... injured." Little Cherry was a little anxious. This was not the first time that the Ninth Prince had been injured, but this was the first time Little Cherry had seen it with her own eyes.
What surprised everyone the most was that the Ninth Prince was not looking for Feng Jiuer when he was injured, but...
She looked at Feng Jiu'er, who suddenly stood up with an obviously anxious look on his face, and she was also confused.
"Ninth Prince...he got his number plate in the lobby and is waiting for the doctor's treatment."
"..." What does that guy mean?
The most famous doctor in the entire Tianji Hall is here. If he is injured, if you don't just call him, why should you go to the front hall to get the number plate?
Are you angry with her?
"Let him go." Feng Jiuer sat back on the chair. Although her face looked calm, in fact, her hands were squeezed tightly.
She pretended to be casual and said: "You still have the energy to get the number plate. It's probably not a serious injury. The doctor outside can naturally handle it. Why are you anxious?"
"How can you not be anxious? The Ninth Prince has already vomited blood." It was because she saw the Ninth Prince vomiting blood that Little Cherry became anxious! "This is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes... Hey! Young Master, where are you going? Young Master...
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You're walking so fast, why don't you say you're not anxious? Really, just be anxious. If you don't want to admit it, what's the point?
When Feng Jiuer went out, Zhan Qingcheng was sitting in the corner of the lobby, on the chairs specially designed for patients to rest.
Because of the presence of the Ninth Prince, no one dared to approach him. Most of the chairs in that area were empty, and no one dared to sit there.
The Ninth Prince didn't like to go out on weekdays. Every time he returned from a triumphant return, he would sit high on a horse in a suit of armor. Most of the people were willing to kowtow, but few dared to rush over and see him clearly.
Therefore, everyone only knows that the Ninth Prince is extremely beautiful, but not many people can really see his facial features clearly.
At this moment, the Ninth Prince, who is respected by all the people, is in front of them. However, everyone only knows that he is a handsome man who is so cold that it makes people shiver, but they have not thought about the identity of the Ninth Prince.
Besides, the Ninth Prince is so noble, how could he sit here and wait for the number plate like everyone else?
It's not even possible when you think about it, is it?
He was wearing dark black clothes. When I first looked at him, I couldn't see anything wrong. If I looked over again, I could clearly see the blood stains on his clothes.
There was also the aura of travel dust on his body, as if he had not bathed or changed clothes for a long time.
Sure enough, there was no pause all the way back.
This fool... Feng Jiuer felt sad for a while, walked up to him, and held back her anger: "Come in with me."
Zhan Qingcheng immediately stood up and followed her.
No one knew the relationship between this faintly handsome man and the boss of Tianji Hall. The man who originally looked cold and inhumane actually walked behind him just because of Feng Jiu's words.
This obedient look made all the girls in the lobby feel heartbroken.
This man is so cute, so cute, so cute!
If he is willing to go home with them, they are willing to spend everything they have to raise him! Serve him! Feed him!
Wow ah ah ah, I really want to take him home! I really want to treat him like a child and raise him for the rest of my life!
Returning to the room in the east wing from the lobby, after waiting for Zhan Qingcheng to enter, Feng Jiuer closed the door and stared at him: "Take off your clothes."
