At this banquet, all the guests enjoyed themselves.
Next, everyone went back to their respective homes to find their respective mothers. Before leaving, Tong Yan also packed a few desserts to take away.
She walked to the door with her things and saw Tao Ying just a few steps ahead, so she took out a dessert and walked up quickly to give her one.
Tao Ying was stunned for a moment. After accepting it, she hurriedly found a purse on her body to return the gift.
"I'll give you some candy. This is delicious."
Tong Yan took it with a smile, and after glancing at the purse, he found that the style of the purse seemed familiar.
"Thanks."
At this time, Qin Shu came from behind. Seeing the two of them blocking the roadside, he walked over.
When he noticed the sugar packet in Tong Yan's hand, his eyes froze slightly.
"What are you doing standing here?"
Tao Ying smiled at him and said, "I didn't do anything."
After seeing Qin Shu, Tong Yan suddenly remembered that he had seen him buying candy before, and it happened to be the same store he was holding.
I don't know if it's a coincidence.
She looked back and forth between the two of them, but she couldn't completely confirm or deny that this candy was given to Tao Ying by Qin Shu.
Qin Shu turned to look at Tong Yan, "I just heard that you were seriously injured. How come you were able to get out of bed so quickly?"
"Can you feel better if you take various medicines every day?" Tong Yan laughed at himself, "As long as you don't do strenuous exercise, you can move normally."
"Looking at your appearance now, since the injury on your hand is not as serious as rumored, the injury to the Dantian is probably an exaggeration." Qin Shu said with a smile.
If Dantian is really damaged, I'm afraid no one can laugh.
With a tone of admiration, Qin Shu added, "Young Master Shang was really able to say that he cheated Zhao Xianji out of a million dollars through this incident."
"What one million?" No one had told her specifically, and Shang Xun kept it secret, so Tong Yan seemed a little confused when she heard one million.
"You don't know?" Seeing her confused look, Tao Ying said, "A few days ago, Young Master Shang called the God-killing Hall to ask their elders to compensate you for one million high-grade spiritual stones because of your injury."
"One million! Top grade!" Tong Yan almost stared, then his eyes lit up when he thought of something, he quickly said goodbye to Tao Ying and Qin Shu, and ran upstairs.
The two of them watched her leaving figure for a long time.
Tao Ying said: "Didn't you say you can't do strenuous exercise?"
Qin Shu added, "Maybe she thinks running away doesn't count."
Why did Tong Yan run upstairs? Because Shang Xun was inside and hadn't come out yet.
She ran upstairs in a hurry, and when she came to the door of the box, she saw that the door was closed. She raised her hand and pushed hard, but because her arm moved too fast, she injured her waist.
The splitting pain caused her to bend down, tightly covering the wound with her hands, biting her lip and waiting for the pain to subside.
The door was halfway open but no one came in. Shang Xun couldn't help but look up at the door.
Seeing Tong Yan standing bent over at the door, thinking of her injuries, she suddenly panicked for a moment.
He stood up and walked quickly to help her, with a hint of anxiety in his voice.
"What's wrong."
"It hurt my waist." Tong Yan exhaled and tried to straighten his waist.
The cautious look on her face made Shang Xun frown. He raised his head and said to the people in the room, "Let's stop talking here today. If you have anything to say, just send me a message and say goodbye."
Then, a female voice inside was heard saying, "Go slowly."
Tong Yan was about to look inside to see who was speaking. The next moment, the scene in front of him faded and his body was picked up by Shang Xun.
Pick it up!!!
She raised her head in surprise, but bumped into something, followed by a muffled groan.
Subconsciously, he raised his hands to cover his head. When he raised his eyes, he finally saw a smooth chin.
The deep voice said patiently, "Don't move!"
The person in his arms made no sound, just stiff and motionless.
"Let's go back." Shang Xun lowered his head slightly and scanned the person's head.
The top of his black hair was seen shaking up and down a few times, as if he was nodding.
Seeing this, he withdrew his gaze and walked downstairs calmly holding the person in his arms.
Although he had been hugged by Shang Xun before when he was injured, his consciousness was vague at the time. Apart from vaguely remembering that the chest he was leaning on was very broad, he fainted without thinking about anything.
It's different now, she's very conscious, sober enough to think about random things.
She was thinking about everything and seemed to be thinking of nothing at all. All the thoughts were flashing through her head, but she couldn't catch a specific one.
She felt a little dizzy at the moment.
At the same time, there seemed to be a clear heartbeat ringing in my ears, and the beating sound was fast and powerful.
Whose, own?
Shang Xun walked back quickly. After using his spiritual power, he caught up with Tao Ying and the others in just a few breaths. In a few seconds, he surpassed Rong Yaoling and her group who were rushing to the arena at the front.
Sensing a familiar scent approaching quickly, Rong Yaoling looked back, but the red clothes quickly appeared and passed by them without any pause.
"Senior brother, little nephew?!"
Everyone looked at the retreating figures. Shen Zhuangheng had a low level of cultivation and could not see clearly the people passing by. He asked, "Is that Young Master Shang who just passed by?"
He Lanzhou told him, "He is holding Junior Sister Tong, and looking at the direction, he should be walking back."
Rong Yaoling: "If you go back in such a hurry, could it be that my nephew's wound is open?"
"I'm afraid that's the case." He Lanzhou saw Shen Zhuangheng frowning and worried, so he comforted him: "With Young Sect Master Shang here, Junior Sister Tong will be fine."
"Um."
Gu Yuqi, who was following behind, listened to the conversation of several people, looked at the position where the two people disappeared in front of him without any fluctuation, condensed slightly, and pursed his lips for a moment.
…
In less than half a moment, Shang Xun returned to his residence with Tong Yan.
After putting the person on the bed, the waist that was previously covered by clothes was exposed. In the white, the bright red color on the waist was extremely conspicuous.
"I'll find someone and wait." Shang Xun was referring to the female disciple who was responsible for changing Tong Yan's clothes and medicine.
Seeing him getting up, Tong Yan hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Senior Sister Zhao must be on the field now. I can just change myself."
Shang Xun exhaled heavily and locked his eyes with her, "Didn't I tell you not to move?"
The slightly reproachful look in his eyes made Tong Yan retract his hand with a guilty conscience and said quibly: "Accident, this is definitely an accident. I promise to listen to you, master!"
Shang Xun looked at her deeply, stood up without saying anything, and brought her a clean waist and bandages.
"Move carefully."
After saying that, he turned around and went out, leaving a room for Tong Yan to change his dressing.
A quarter of an hour later, Tong Yan changed the medicine, but did not put on clothes immediately.
She looked back and forth between her two arms, and the emotions in her heart were a little indescribable.
The entire left arm was wrapped in circles of scars, with countless large and small scars, coupled with the reddish color around the wounds that had not fully healed, the visual effect was particularly terrifying.
She lowered her head and glanced at the clothes she had just changed. They were extremely gorgeous.
Who would have thought that under such a gorgeous dress, the body covered up would already be ugly.
Putting his right hand on his waist, his fingertips gently touched the wound that had just been bandaged.
The slightest exertion will cause intense pain to spread.