Monarch Night

Yu Haoran angrily said, "Was it that I didn’t want to kill back then? The Heavenly King Flute is ranked eighth on the Cloud Weapon List, do you think someone like that is easy to kill? You guys are talking without understanding the difficulty!"

Listening to the three of them speaking, Yu Zhongge, Mo Gan Yun, and Jing Shuanggao were simultaneously stunned: "..."

Fang Che was also stunned: "..."

He felt that the other party was here to assassinate him, and Sun Wutian’s rescue was still considered a loophole.

But he hadn’t said anything or done anything, and somehow his ass was already covered?

Was it really that simple?

Yu Haoran said, "Do any of you remember the person who saved you?"

Fang Che shook his head decisively, "At that moment, I felt there was someone, but then I fainted... I truly don’t know, absolutely no impression whatsoever."

Yu Zhongge and the other three also shook their heads at the same time: "No impression, just felt there was someone."

Yu Haoran and the others could only sigh.

Asking was equivalent to not asking.

Even though they knew beforehand that these four young guys have low cultivation, and such an existence’s intervention would be invisible to them, actually hearing there’s no clue at all was still a bit frustrating.

Xue Fuxiao coughed and said, "This person has the skill to rescue from the hands of the Heavenly King Flute, Fang... rescue Yu Zhongge and others, but didn’t save them completely. Thus it’s evident that this person’s power might be slightly inferior to the Heavenly King Flute."

Yu Haoran and the others agreed deeply: "Exactly, if they were any stronger, the five would basically be uninjured. But slightly weaker than the Heavenly King Flute... this continent has quite a few such people."

"No need to worry about the obvious ones."

Xue Fuxiao said, "Exclude all qualified experts from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect and the Guardians first; then exclude the neutral Outer World Mountain Sect... this narrows the range."

"Focus on those who were once renowned in the Ancient Martial World, who mysteriously vanished, but whose deaths haven’t been thoroughly confirmed – those old monsters."

Xue Fuxiao said, "That bunch, now comfortably hidden in various big cities on the continent, is quite a few."

Saying this, Yu Haoran’s face twisted further: "Mr. Dao, if we count those old guys one by one, I could list out a thick book writing fifty names on each sheet... how do we find them?"

Xue Fuxiao glared and said, "What does that have to do with me? Anyway, the ones who owe favors are from your family, not ours, the Xue family..."

Upon hearing the four words ’our Xue family,’ Dongyun Yu, who had been standing by, suddenly moved his lips.

He seemed to remember something he wanted to say.

But considering the person in front was Xue Fuxiao, Dongyun Yu swallowed his words with great fortitude once more.

Feeling uncomfortable from holding it in, he coughed a few times, nose itching, took deep breaths.

He said to himself in his heart: ’King Shi! King Shi!’

Only after saying these words in his heart did he finally feel clear-minded, relaxing with a look of relief...

Xue Fuxiao’s gaze curiously circled around Dongyun Yu’s face.

It seemed this guy had something to say earlier, but now he’s relieved, indeed showing concern for Fang Che and his brothers. He finally relaxed now.

Xue Fuxiao, who liked those who uphold loyalty, naturally took some liking to Dongyun Yu.

He’s a decent young man.

Yu Haoran looked speechless.

Xue Fuxiao’s suggestion, meaning they should find their savior by themselves... where the heck to start looking?

But, after a round of discussion.

A consensus was successfully reached: Xue Fuxiao led everyone’s thoughts inexplicably with Dongfang Sansan’s imagination to an unbelievable direction that absolutely doesn’t exist in reality.

It must be said that this is a miracle!

Fang Che and the others, with severe injuries that have just healed; even the most perfect recovery requires further care.

Especially the fractured bones, which need to be washed over and over with Spiritual Energy.

Under the persuasion of the crowd, seeing that the Old Man Shen had woken up safely, the four relieved themselves by apologizing to the seniors then went to rest.

The few single dogs naturally returned to the Guardian Hall to brag in the dormitories.

While Fang Che, who has a wife, went home hand in hand, returning to the small courtyard, enjoying gentle care.

The difference in treatment is evident.

"Boss, if you have guts, come squeeze with us!" Yu Zhongge shouted.

"Haha... Now, I can actually discuss this ’having guts’ issue, but as for you guys... haha..."

Fang Che left behind a mocking smile, posing weakly, leaning on Ye Meng, and was helped back.

"I... I hell..."

Mo Gan Yun and the others were struck dumb, their teeth itching with anger: "Look at that smug face, just like Dongyun Yu!"

Dongyun Yu: "Bloody hell... dragging me into this?"

Tilting his head, eyeing sideways: "You three... floating, aren’t you?"

The three immediately felt a chill in their hearts. Honestly, in terms of Martial Power, they’re not afraid of Dongyun Yu now. But when it comes to that mouth, it’s internally daunting.

"Cough... slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue."

"Let’s go, let’s go, into the room, into the room..."

The few pulled Dongyun Yu inside. Apologetically cautious; now is not the time to battle with Dongyun Yu, wait a few days to discuss.

Dongyun Yu squinted, humming, calculating internally.

Damn it, attacking you now makes me appear opportunistic, wait a few days, and I’ll show you my prowess!

Fang Che returned to the small courtyard, sitting down on a chair, and sighed gently.

This time, it was truly a brush with death.

Ye Meng, on the side, felt both grateful and fearful, and said humorously, "Look at how you just pretended to be weak, what an act... this time it truly scared me to death."