"Yes, yes, yes, yes ….. Dean’s adult is a powerful and proficient medical expert. Maybe there will be a way to cure this thunder and fire injury." Yan Lu Taoist teacher suddenly said hurriedly.

Luo Changfeng dare not delay.
After handing over many matters in the museum to the senior brother overnight, several Tsing Yi instructors accompanied them in a carriage with serious injuries and passed out. Li Xingyun went straight to the mountain in the snowy night.
……
It’s been a long day
Many things happened in the ancient Taoist forest during the day.
At night, I didn’t expect it, but it still didn’t stop at all
Just like the dancing snow, if it is in the cold winter, it will never stop.
The heart is chaotic!
Luo Changfeng is worried about Li Xingyun’s injury, and he is bent on seeking treatment and panic, so he doesn’t care about these methods to stop the snow chores. However, since the snow has suddenly started in the cold winter, it will not be quiet easily.
At least this restless night is not the time to be quiet.
Because someone doesn’t want it to be quiet
For example, Yan Nanfei, for example, Huang Fuyi.
Just because Luo Changfeng can forget those snow chores doesn’t mean Huangfuyi will forget them.
Huangfuyilai is a person who is not afraid of trouble, let alone trouble.
Someone wants to attack and kill the younger brother in the middle of the night! Although it didn’t succeed, it can’t just be forgotten.
Because this has already involved the hospital, it has even involved himself.
Because he has injured a freshman, he is also a famous talented and outstanding freshman in the new list of the earth and the Xuan.
The snowstorm can stop this night, but it can’t stop!
He wants to investigate
Huangfuyi should be held accountable.
So he put out the room light and came to Yan Nanfei’s door alone.
Yan Nanfei is naturally not in the room.
Yan Nanfei’s ten comrades in the room were slightly injured.
Huangfuyi doesn’t know where Yannan flew, and these people also don’t know that Yannan flew tonight.
But there is no him to wait for.
He just waits.
Huangfuyi simply sat in Yan Nanfei’s room and reposed.
I can’t find it, I don’t know where it is, and I don’t want Yannan to fly back to Pucheng, Yannan to fly back to the mountain, and I will definitely return to the museum tonight.
……
Yannan flies to the museum and is naturally not in the city.
He’s still in that stupid temple outside the city
He is not watching the cold moon with a blow, but waiting for the result.
Success or failure will eventually have a result, and he wants to know it urgently.
Although it’s been two hours since Ling Er left, it’s really a long time for him.
Time becomes long because of waiting anxiously.
It’s snowing, and I have company tonight.
The good emperor’s tears also broke the temple, and he could only fly away from Yan Nan bit by bit to pass this chat and make people anxious.
"It seems that things are not going as smoothly as expected after so long without news!" Emperor tears around a pile of burning dry wood reflected firewood red light smile and said
"No news is sometimes good news," said Yan Nanfei, sitting by the fire and slowly closing her eyes.
"You are very optimistic," said the Emperor with a sarcastic smile.
"That’s because I want him to die," Yan Nanfei said.
"That makes sense!" Emperor tears nodded. "It seems that I have to learn to be optimistic after tonight."
The emperor’s tears had just finished, and his eyes stared at the night before the ruined temple and suddenly showed joy.
He grinned.
"You’re right. No news is sometimes good news!" The emperor’s tears echoed in the ruined temple, and his figure had mysteriously disappeared into the night.
Yan Nanfei also noticed the movement in the dark.
He looked at the shadows that gradually came into view in the night. He knew it was Ling Er’s return with the news that he had been waiting for a long time.
……
Ling’s posture is extremely fast.
In the snow at night, it is like a black wind, and the flying snow is like a flower.
Her dress fluttered and set off a layer of flying snow.
As light as a swallow, she was blown in by the snow and blown into the ruined temple.
The snow pounded the fire, and the red flame swayed and splashed many broken sparks.
The snow subsided and the fire gradually fell, reflecting the beautiful image of Ling Er and her cheeks.
Ling son didn’t kneel or worship or Jianli.
She flew in front of Yan Nanfei with tripterygium wilfordii in her hand
Her cheeks are as pale as when she left, and her eyes are as dim as when she left.