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C109 Drunken Daoist

Ye Xiaotian was lying on the bed, Mr. Xiao was sitting by the table, and Henn Wuyi was standing outside the door.

"Sir. " Henn Wuyi only said two words and did not say anything else.

"It has been three whole days. " Mr. Xiao said emotionally.

Henn Wuyi did not say anything. He had asked the doctor to check Ye Xiaotian's injuries. The doctor said, There is internal bleeding in his skull, and the deposit will not disperse. Prepare for what will happen next.

Mr. Xiao sighed with emotion, "I never thought that the heavens would be jealous of talented people and die young. "

Henn Wuyi was silent, but his expression was incomparably heavy.

Both of them refused to believe that Ye Xiaotian would die just like that. After waiting for another three days, Ye Xiaotian's breathing became weaker and weaker day by day. Today, they could no longer feel his breath.

"Let's send him off for the last time. " Mr. Xiao suddenly said.

Henn Wuyi's body trembled, then he lowered his head and left.

After Henn Wuyi left, a carrier pigeon slowly flew in front of Mr. Xiao and landed on the table.

Mr. Xiao took out the letter. The dark bronze mask covered her face. It was just a piece of paper less than five inches wide, but Mr. Xiao read it for a long time.

Then a white flame suddenly lit up in her palm, burning the paper into ashes.

After a while, Henn Wuyi came back, but there was a coffin on his shoulder, the Golden Silk South Wood Coffin.

"Oh? He is worthy of this coffin in your heart?" Mr. Xiao said in surprise.

"Yes. " Henn Wuyi only said one word before he gently put down the coffin.

After putting it down, he dragged his leg and walked towards the room.

However, Mr. Xiao spoke again, "You can give it to him next time. "

Henn Wuyi was silent. Although he didn't know why Mr. Xiao said that, he believed that Mr. Xiao didn't need to lie to him.

"Alright, then I'll bury this coffin properly and give it to him next time. " Henn Wuyi reached under the coffin with one hand, wanting to take it away.

However, his eyes slightly changed. No matter how hard he tried, the coffin did not budge at all.

He withdrew his arm and slowly took half a step back. He looked at the coffin solemnly and shouted, "Who is trying to trick me again? Get out here!"

Mr. Xiao also stood ten feet away from the coffin and was secretly on guard.

After the silence, there was actually a small sound coming from the coffin. As the two of them listened carefully, the sound became louder and louder, and in the end, even the birds in the forest were startled and flew away.

"Bang!" The lid of the coffin suddenly exploded, and a drunk Daoist appeared in front of Henn Wuyi and Mr. Xiao.

The originally elegant Bamboo Mountain Residence had become extremely drunk at this moment.

The Daoist stretched his body, yawned, and said: "Where's my cheap disciple?"

Henn Wuyi was stunned, but he was fully alert.

Although he didn't know what this Daoist's intention was, he could feel that this Daoist was very strong, so strong that he couldn't fight against him.

However, he couldn't retreat. Apart from him, there was also Mr. Xiao and Ye Xiaotian, who was lying on the bed. No matter which one it was, he should die in front of them.

"I have never heard of Ye Liuhsing having a master. " Mr. Xiao said faintly.

As soon as Mr. Xiao's voice faded, Henn Wuyi attacked. His first attack was the Six Meridians of the Cold Blade, and his blade energy was aimed at the Daoist.

The Daoist still had a drunk look on his face, and he didn't even look at Henn Wuyi. When the blade energy reached his body, the wine in his mouth was instantly spat out, and the blade energy was completely dispersed.

"Young man, you are not bad. Unfortunately, I am most troubled by taking in disciples. " The Daoist shook his head and said.

"What about my dying disciple? Master came to find you. " The Daoist shouted.

At this moment, Mr. Xiao spoke, "Are you here to save someone?"

"I was entrusted by someone to be loyal to someone, and also my disciple. Naturally, I'm here to take a look. " The Daoist took another sip of wine and said.

"You can withdraw first. " Mr. Xiao said to Henn Wuyi.

Henn Wuyi immediately left.

"This trip will take 30,000 miles," Mr. Xiao said in a low voice.

"There is no trace of Heaven and Earth. It is hard to find them. " The Daoist's expression suddenly became very clear.

"Follow me. " Mr. Xiao turned around and entered the room.

The drunken Daoist patted the coffin and jumped up. He landed on the ground and followed Mr. Xiao into the room.

When the Daoist saw the room, he saw Ye Xiaotian lying unconscious on the bed. "Oh, oh, oh, oh. How did you get injured like this? It's a disgrace to my reputation. What did you learn about the Hidden Dragon Skill?"

Daoist sat at the head of Ye Xiaotian's bed and continuously criticized him. He felt that he had failed to live up to his expectations.

Mr. Xiao looked at the Daoist and did not say a word.

"Sigh, seriously, you can't hear me even if I told you. You can go out first. Let me heal him. " After the Daoist gave a long sigh, he said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Xiao turned around and left, closing the door behind him.

Henn Wuyi was already waiting outside. The two of them stood outside the room, looking into the room.

Henn Wuyi actually had countless questions in his heart, but he did not ask.

There was a very subtle relationship between him and Mr. Xiao. She did not ask, he did not say.

He had already given his life to Mr. Xiao, so naturally, he wouldn't have any thoughts about it.

No one knew what had happened in the room, but a faint dragon roar could be heard, and the sound of the wind could be heard as well.

The two of them were quietly waiting, waiting for the final result.

Henn Wuyi's eyes fell on the coffin, but Mr. Xiao was sitting on the stone bench, looking relaxed.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a loud shout suddenly came from the room. After that, there was no longer any sound.

Henn Wuyi frowned and was considering whether he should go in or not.

"Let's go. " Mr. Xiao had already opened the door.

The scene inside was shocking. It was not that Ye Xiaotian had already stood up, but that the Drunken Daoist had actually fallen to the ground and was sound asleep.

Henn Wuyi looked at this Drunken Daoist whose martial arts were unfathomable, and his eyes flashed with an inexplicable color.

Mr. Xiao, however, walked to Ye Xiaotian's bedside and fixed his gaze on Ye Xiaotian.

After a long while, he opened his mouth and said: "He's fine now. "

After Henn Wuyi heard what Mr. Xiao said, the color in his eyes became even more intense.

But in the end, it all turned into one sentence, "Thank you. "

The drunk man was still sleeping soundly, and his snores became louder and louder. When Henn Wuyi thanked him, he even turned his body around.

Henn Wuyi did not care whether the drunk man heard his thanks, but he had to do this. Perhaps it was to thank him for letting a friend he recognized die, or to thank him for saving a worthy opponent.

"You can leave now. " Mr. Xiao asked Henn Wuyi to leave again.

Henn Wuyi took a deep look at Mr. Xiao, then turned around and left.

"May I know which senior is from Heaven Seeking Sect? Please enlighten me. " Mr. Xiao said respectfully.

The drunk man suddenly sat up and said, "Little girl, I am not someone from the Heaven Seeking Sect. I owe your Sect Master a favor. Today, I only want to pay him back. No desire, no action, the beginning of the world. The world is troubling me, what worries me?"

Just as Drunken Daoist finished speaking, he had already broken out of the door and laid firmly in the coffin.

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