"No! The son is sick! Quick! Quick! Chain!"
I saw the panic on the faces of those people. Some people took out the mysterious iron chain from the Qiankun bag, while others hugged him tightly, tied him up in twos and threes, and finally gave him a sack, and then People are carried away.
Leng Hua stood there in a daze, and it took a long time to relax. Seeing that he was forgotten by others, he shook his head and walked towards Yang's house.
The monks carried the people back to the courtyard where they lived, and one of them quickly rushed to the small courtyard where Murong Yixuan was located: "Mr Murong, Mr Murong, it's okay, the son is sick!"
Murong Yixuan, who was practising cross-legged in the room, opened his eyes and frowned when he heard the sound.
When he got out of bed and walked out, he saw that a monk who was following Yin Ziheng was about to rush into his room, so he asked, "Where is your son?"
"We sent him back to the room, but the situation seems a bit serious this time," the monk said.
"Take me to see." Murong Yixuan said, and walked out.When I came outside the room of another small courtyard, I heard the roar of a beast and the exclamation of the monks.
He opened the door and walked in. When he saw the scene in there, he was shocked.I saw that Yin Ziheng’s body muscles were swelling, and the Chinese clothes on his body had burst, revealing the strange skin that was already dark and purple. Looking up, the color from the neck to the face was also dark and purple, and the mouth was actually Two pointed fangs were also growing, but those eyes were grayish white, with only the black in the middle, which looked very strange.
He opened his mouth, and the roar from his mouth was like a wild beast, and the strength seemed to have grown stronger. With the mysterious iron chain and the pressure of the cultivators, he could actually knock the cultivators away.
Seeing this scene, he came back to his senses and asked, "Didn't your Patriarch ask you to carry suppressing medicine on your body?"
"I took it, but the son has eaten everything on his body, and left the rest with the second master. The second master said this morning that he would go to the pill refining guild. He has not returned yet. The rest of the medicine is with him. Now." A monk said anxiously.
"Then press, don't let him break free, besides, one of you should go find Erye Yin and come back!" He ordered, frowning and watching this scene, and suddenly saw that a monk who was pressing Yin Ziheng only needed one. One hand, the other hand dropped unnaturally, and he asked, "Where did you go before? How did he get sick? How did your hand hurt?"
A few questions in a row made the three monks startled, and they didn't know how to answer them for a while.Do you want to say that they listened to the son's words, went out without telling him, and they tried to deal with the cold steward of the Danlou that day, but in the end they were broken by the cold steward?
Seeing the three of them hesitating, Murong Yixuan's face sank and drank: "Say!"
"We went out with the son, and saw the cold manager on the street. The son told us to follow him. The son wanted to invite the cold manager to drink. The cold manager didn't appreciate his face, so the son asked me to catch him. The steward had no spiritual aura, but his skill was agile, and immediately broke my hand."
This is really a shame. Even if the young man has the strength, he can't be higher than him, but he was injured by him.