At night, as darkness fell, a carriage hurriedly passed by on the street and stopped in front of the Chu family's outer house.
An old man who was over fifty years old came out of the carriage, and there was also a pretty girl.
The girl helped the old man down and said, "Master, we are here."
"Then I'll leave first. You have to listen carefully to Sister Mu."
Murong Yun glanced at Hua Le one last time, and then handed her little hand to Sister Mu on the side.
Seeing the little girl nodding obediently as always, she followed the rest of the team with peace of mind.
Seeing Murong Yun possessing spiritual power, and seeing Shui Changming's different attitude from yesterday, Sister Mu's eyes flashed with surprise, but the current situation did not allow her to think too much.
Fortunately, with Murong Yun's sufficient spiritual energy to support him, Tie Dan's condition was stabilized after the wounds were repaired and hemostatic medicine was applied.
"It can be considered as saving one's life."
Jiang Mengyue's house.
The house is in a remote and quiet location.
This was a place where no one came, but now a distinguished guest came.
After an hour of tossing, the toxins in Chu Yunli's body had been relieved, and his pulse had stabilized.
Jiang Ning breathed a sigh of relief and applied the silver needle next to Chu Yunli. She was dripping with sweat. At this moment, her clothes were clinging to her body and she felt a little uncomfortable.
Chu Yunli opened his eyes.
Jiang Ning had breakfast with her mother.
Jiang Minglan also had breakfast in Madam Lin's courtyard, and the scene between the three of them was no longer strange.
Jiang Minglan's face was dazed and absent-minded. His mind was full of things that he couldn't remember. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't remember it. He seemed to have forgotten the most important thing.
Jiang Minglan was poured several glasses of wine by his classmates. He was so drunk that his head was dizzy and his whole body felt hot.
He struggled to get up and went outside to enjoy the breeze to dissipate the smell of alcohol from his body.
After blowing the cold wind, he feels a little sober.
