C201

From the looks of it, something important must have happened to Han Ziling, otherwise, this girl would definitely not perform such a large ceremony. Thinking about this, she stared at the kneeling person for a long time, without saying a word, after being silent for a moment, she turned to look at Feng Xue Han.

Seeing this, Feng Xue Han waved his hand and said: "All of you retreat first!"

Xuan Ge and the others hesitated for a moment before respectfully bowing. They glanced at the woman kneeling on the ground, but didn't say anything as they walked past her.

Feng Xue Han's eyebrows were slightly raised, his face was still as cold as ever, his cold voice was like a gust of cold wind, causing people to shiver from the bottom of their hearts. He didn't even look at the girl on the ground, and coldly asked, "What happened to Han Zi Ling?"

Seeing that there were no outsiders in the room, Zi Yan heaved a sigh of relief and raised his head. His clear eyes had a coldness that did not match the woman's age, that was not cold like Feng Xue Han, nor was it cold like Yun Weiyang's. It was also not cold like Yun Weiyang's, but a faint coldness.

Yun Weiyang looked at Zi Yan who was still kneeling on the ground, frowned slightly, and said: "Zi Yan, get up first, and then tell us what happened."

Zi Yan nodded, standing up from the ground. Thinking about the dying Han Ziling, a flash of pain appeared in Zi Yan's emotionless eyes, although it was fleeting, it was still caught by the sharp-eyed Yun Weiyang. Covering the pain in her heart, she truthfully told Yun Weiyang about what had happened that day.

After hearing what had happened, Yun Weiyang's heart was in her throat as she asked anxiously: "Where is that Zi Ling?"

"In order to avoid being tracked by the enemy, I placed him on Chang'an Street, the most bustling street in the Southern Dynasty." Purple smoke lightly said, but it covered up Han Ziling's exact location.

Yun Weiyang squinted her eyes and looked at the woman in front of her once again. Placing the seriously injured person in the most prosperous street, it could be said to be going in the opposite direction, but the most dangerous place was still the safest place. The people chasing after Han Ziling would never imagine that the person they were chasing after all this time was right under their noses.

"Why did you come to find us?" Yun Weiyang's voice carried a dangerous aura, and the eyes looking at Zi Yan became deeper and deeper.

As if he knew that Yun Weiyang was suspicious of her, Zi Yan calmly said, "I know that you have a unique skill, even if you die, you can still save him. Han Ziling saved your life, and the people who chased him were also because of you.

Yun Weiyang squinted her eyes, her fingertips casually tapped on the table. After a moment of silence, she suddenly laughed out loud, and said: "Emotionally?" After pausing, she retracted the smile on her face and said in a deep voice, "Lady Ziyan, there is no such thing as reason or emotion in this world. Han Ziling helped me, I'm very grateful, but I don't need to do it myself to save someone who will bring me trouble, do you understand?"

Hearing this, Zi Yan's expression changed. Her calm voice trembled unnoticeably, "So you're not willing to save him?"

Yun Weiyang laughed, but that smile was as sarcastic as it could be in the eyes of Zi Yan. As her smile gradually froze on Yun Weiyang's face, replacing it was a dangerous aura, her eyes that were as black as stone seemed to burn like ghosts from the depths of hell.

Zi Yan had never seen such a gaze that could freeze her heart. It was especially so when she was being stared at so slyly, as if snakes were crawling all over her body. She really wanted to escape immediately, her mind telling her that she should escape, but her legs seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move due to her own control.

Feng Xue Han, who was sitting opposite of Yun Weiyang, frowned slightly, and shouted: "Central'er!" The clear and cold voice carried a deterrence that did not allow anyone to reject it.

Yun Weiyang retracted her gaze, lifted the blanket that was draped over her body, and got down from the bed. Then, she extended her hand towards Feng Xue Han, and upon seeing this, the latter sighed secretly. The usually swift and decisive Yun Weiyang is like a child that has yet to grow up, shouldn't he feel honored?!

Yun Weiyang clenched her fists in satisfaction. This kind of abundant feeling made her feel at ease and blissful. She walked past Zi Yan and said coldly, "You should be glad that you're Han Ziling's friend!" With that, she expressionlessly left the room. She always hated people who threatened her. Anyone who threatened her would report to the King of Hell.

She had always known that Yun Weiyang was someone not to be trifled with, but when she faced the other party, she found that he was not to be trifled with. Furthermore, the aura around her was pressing down on her so that she could not breathe, she had some doubts as to how Feng Xuehan and Yun Weiyang got along, the two were both people with such strong auras ? Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, and stared blankly, thinking to herself: Yun Weiyang might not even know where Han Ziling is before she went to save him ?

Yun Weiyang wasn't stupid, and her head wasn't filled with water either. Naturally, she wasn't stupid enough to find the place where Han Ziling was, one by one, and after looking at the message from Yi Na, Yun Weiyang smiled. She really didn't think that Zi Yan would bring Han Ziling to such a place.

Feng Xue Han looked at Yun Weiyang's pale face, and asked with an ice-cold voice that carried a hint of worry: "Are you alright?"

Yun Weiyang shook her head, showing a big smile to Feng Xue Han, and said: "I'm fine!" With you around, how could anything happen to me? Of course, she didn't say these words out loud.

Feng Xue Han secretly sighed, he understood Yun Weiyang's personality too well. What she wanted was not his care, nor was it his care, she actually wanted very simple, it was her respect. Feng Xue Han had always known this, so even if he saw her so heavily injured, as long as she did not speak, he would definitely not help.

In fact, it was just a teahouse, very ordinary and somewhat shabby. Several tables were casually placed in front of the shop, but such a small shop was actually filled with people. The waiter had a white handkerchief draped around his neck, wiping the sweat off his forehead as he greeted the guests.

In fact, there was a reason for the small tea shop's business to be so good. Although Changan Street was the busiest and most bustling street in the Southern Dynasty, not everyone was rich, and there were also many commoners living in poverty. They could not afford to drink expensive tea, so when they were tired, they could only enter this kind of ordinary small shop to rest when thirsty.

A wave of heat whizzed in from the entrance of the store, and amongst the heat waves, there was an unpleasant smell of sweat, a loud and excited noise. Yun Weiyang secretly took a glance at Feng Xuehan, and indeed, the faces of the people around him turned ugly. Actually, Feng Xuehan was not to be blamed.

Yun Weiyang and Feng Xue Han walked into a small alley, she softly said: "Han, how about this, I'll go in myself!"

"No worries!" Just as Feng Xue Han finished speaking, he extended his arm and wrapped it around Yun Weiyang's waist, pulling her into his embrace as he flew up into the sky.

Feng Xue Han and Yun Weiyang had broken into the house through the window, but before they could even land on the ground, a sharp cold light attacked them.

Feng Xue Han held onto them with one hand and moved his body slightly to the side. Without seeing how much strength his fingers used, the sword that was thrusting towards them was forcibly broken by him. With a wave of his hand, the broken sword tip sank into the pillar in front of him.

It was only now that Han Ziling could clearly see who had come. He could not hide the surprise on his face when he saw Yun Weiyang. He then looked at Feng Xue Han and asked: "Why are you guys here?"

Feng Xuehan's brows tightly knitted, his ice-cold purple eyes stared straight at Han Ziling. The usually elegant and refined Han Ziling was now in a miserable state, his face was terrifyingly white, almost transparent. The broken sword in his hand leaned on the ground, and his hand that held the sword was still trembling, beads of sweat continuously flowed down his forehead.

When had Yun Weiyang ever seen Han Ziling like this? He hurried to support him, and worriedly said: "Don't stand there, hurry up and lie down on the bed." While supporting Han Ziling, they walked back to the bed and cursed, "You're already like this, so what's the point of wasting time? If you keep going on like this, I'll have to wait for your body to be collected."

Although he said it like that, Han Ziling's heart was actually warm. His hand felt Yun Weiyang's body temperature, and his heart was warm, if Yun Weiyang did not want much, then Han Ziling wanted less, to say the least!

Lying back on the bed, Han Ziling breathed a sigh of relief. With a charming smile, he said, "Look at me, I'm fine." After saying that, he raised his hands but had to lower them because his hands were too weak. He joked, "So, if you want to collect my corpse, you'll have to wait!"

Yun Weiyang's eyes opened wide in anger, a pair of bright big eyes seemed to burst out into flames, as she clutched her chest and started coughing.

Feng Xue Han rushed forward and gently patted Yun Weiyang's back, then he swept his eye blade towards Han Ziling, the meaning was obvious.

Han Ziling was startled, and then he looked at Yun Weiyang, and after looking at her for a moment, he frowned and said: "Feng Xue Han, quickly take her back, look at her sickly appearance, don't pass the disease to me, I still want to live two more years!"

Yun Weiyang was so angry that she almost laughed out loud, she shook her head at Feng Xue Han, then turned to look at Han Ziling who was feigning indifference: "Alright, stop acting, you are my friend, now that you are in trouble, I will not sit by and do nothing." Saying that, she stretched out her hand to pull Han Ziling's clothes, but they were blocked by the latter.

A trace of helplessness appeared on Han Ziling's usually seductive and lazy face. His hair was like a black mandala, one black and one white, filled people's eyes. He pulled the corner of his mouth and said helplessly, "I'm fine, I just need to rest."

Yun Weiyang wrinkled her beautiful eyebrows, Han Ziling did not look good, as if he was just one breath away from returning to the ninth heaven. The mark on her hand on Han Ziling's clothes did not move at all, and the two were in a stalemate.

In the end, Han Ziling was the one who lost. Letting out a light sigh, the hand he used to stop Yun Weiyang gradually lost its strength. Seeing this, Yun Weiyang gave him a dark stare, and pulled off Han Ziling's clothes.

Although Yun Weiyang had gone through many life and death experiences, she still sucked in a breath of cold air, seeing that there was a bowl-sized hole on Han Ziling's stomach and right chest. Due to the hot weather, the wound was already somewhat red and swollen, and emitted the smell of rotting flesh and rotten flesh.

Yun Weiyang tightened her grip on Han Ziling's clothes, and raised her head to look at him. With a trembling voice, she said, "It looks like the Duke of Yan doesn't like you. Even with such a moral character, he still doesn't take you away."

Purple Smoke, who was standing outside the door, frowned. This Yun Weiyang was looking forward to Han Ziling's death!

Hearing this, Han Ziling revealed a wry smile and joked, "That's right, with my character, if I meet the King of Hell, then I'm afraid that he'll be annoyed to death, let alone take me in."

Yun Weiyang gave Han Ziling an unhappy look, and said: "Alright, let's cut to the chase." She was really afraid that Han Ziling would die if he couldn't hold on any longer. In her heart, Han Ziling was one of her few friends and a close friend.

Putting his spiritual energy into his palm, a multicolored brilliance appeared in Yun Weiyang's hand. Seeing this, Han Ziling knew that Yun Weiyang was trying to treat him, but the person in front of him had not fully recovered yet. If he let her continue, he would definitely be unable to hold on, but thinking of this, he frowned, and reached out his hand to push Yun Weiyang's hand to the side, smiling, "I really am fine ?"

However, without waiting for him to finish speaking, Yun Weiyang raised her hand and touched all the acupoints around Han Ziling's body. In order to prevent Han Ziling from speaking, she had even touched his dumb acupoints, and now Han Ziling was just a piece of meat on the chopping block.

Yun Weiyang originally planned to use a healing technique to purify Han Ziling's wound, but when she moved her palm to Han Ziling's chest, she was repelled by an invisible resistance. Yun Weiyang frowned and tried again, but the result was the same as before, the spiritual energy in her body was simply unable to approach Han Ziling.

Yun Weiyang retracted her palm, and looked at Feng Xue Han, and asked: "Han, what's going on?"

Hearing this, Feng Xue Han turned around and slowly walked in front of Han Ziling. He looked down at Han Ziling's injuries with a frown, and extended his hand to feel Han Ziling's pulse, saying: "Your spiritual energy and Han Ziling's incompatibility, is normal for it to rebound."

Incompatible? Doesn't that mean I have no way to treat Han Ziling's wounds? Yun Weiyang looked at the now transparent Han Ziling, and asked: "Then what do we do?"

Feng Xue Han closed her eyes, her long, black eyelashes covering her complicated emotions. Her voice was as cold and steady as usual, "Central'er, you go out first, leave Han Ziling to me."

Yun Weiyang opened her mouth wide, but in the end, she swallowed the words that were coming out of her mouth. She stood up from the bed and held Feng Xue Han's hand, and with the strength in her hand tightened, she said in a deep voice: "Be careful!"

Seemingly knowing Yun Weiyang's intentions, Feng Xue Han's Ten Thousand Year Freezing Ice's face softened slightly as he held onto Yun Weiyang's hand. His cold voice carried a trace of warmth, "Don't worry."

Receiving Feng Xue Han's promise, Yun Weiyang was relieved. She turned her head to look at the unconscious Han Ziling, biting her lips, and in the end, walked out.

"Why did you come out?" Zi Yan, who had been guarding outside the whole time, looked at Yun Weiyang in surprise, not understanding how the person who should have been inside treating Han Ziling's injuries came out. Could it be? Thinking of this, her expression turned to panic. "Could it be that Han Ziling ?"

Normally, Yun Weiyang would still be in the mood to tease this cold and arrogant woman, but at this moment, her emotions were complicated. She waved her hand and weakly said, "Han Ziling is fine, Han is treating his wounds inside." After he had finished, he sat on the chair with an exhausted expression, allowing the lively sounds of the teahouse to reverberate in all directions.

Zi Yan could naturally tell that something was wrong with Yun Weiyang. She did not ask any further questions and just stood quietly by the door, not saying a single word.

Feng Xuehan set up a barrier around the bed. With both hands holding onto his chest, he coldly looked at the man who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and said with a cold voice: "What? You still want to continue acting? "

As soon as he said that, the unconscious man suddenly opened his eyes. Those bright eyes didn't look like someone who was about to see the King of Hell. Han Ziling smiled and said, "I knew it."

Feng Xue Han's Ten Thousand Year Freezing Ice face did not have a single ripple as he pulled a chair over and sat down. Looking at the person on the bed who seemed to be on the verge of death, he lightly said: "It's such a pity that I'm not acting."

"Is that so?" Han Ziling picked a bunch of hair that hung down his chest, and said lazily, "This idea is not bad, if one day I don't have any food to eat, I can go and have a try." As he said that, he inadvertently glanced at Feng Xue Han. A light flashed in his eyes, then he lazily said: "If you say my acting skills are not bad, then aren't you even better?"

Hearing this, Feng Xue Han's face darkened and he didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Han Ziling continued, "There is more than one or two things that you have hidden from Yun Weiyang, right? If she knows about this ?"

Before he could finish his sentence, Han Ziling felt something tighten in his throat, he looked down at the hand in his throat, and said unconcernedly: "What is it? Am I wrong? If you have the ability, do you dare to say it to Yun Weiyang? "

The hand that was pinching Han Ziling's neck trembled imperceptibly, then Feng Xue Han retracted his hand, coldly looked into the distance and said: "Han Ziling shut your mouth, otherwise I wouldn't mind sending you to the King of Hell earlier."

"Is that so?" As if he had already expected Feng Xue Han to say this, the corner of Han Ziling's eyes slightly rose, and he said: "Don't worry, I won't tell her. I wish she would never know." After a pause, he sighed and said, "But paper can't contain fire. What if she finds out about these things?!"

As if he didn't hear what Han Ziling said, Feng Xue Han said lightly: "It seems that you won't die anytime soon."

Han Ziling shrugged his shoulders and joked, "It really can't be as you wish."

Looking at the two shocking holes on Han Ziling's chest, a cold light flashed in Feng Xue Han's eyes. He placed one hand on Han Ziling's mingmen, and a wave of spiritual power flowed into Han Ziling's wrist.

Not long after, Han Ziling felt very comfortable, he lowered his head to look at his chest, which was as clean as ever without the slightest sign of two fatal wounds.

"Thank you!" Han Ziling seriously said.

Hearing this, Feng Xue Han's figure that was turning around stopped for a moment, slightly turned to the side, and coldly said: "This king is not doing this for you." With that, he walked out without waiting for Han Ziling to say anything, leaving the latter with a cold figure in elegant white clothes.

Lying on the bed, Han Ziling softly sighed, the corners of his mouth raised, murmuring, "He's still as unlovable as ever!"

While Feng Xue Han was healing Han Ziling, Zi Yan quietly sized up that beautiful figure. It had to be said that the person in front of her had the ability to attract attention, her appearance couldn't be considered a peerless beauty, but her frown was enough to enchant you. She was clearly just sitting there, but it was like a bright moon in the sky, far away and unattainable.

"Is there something on my face?" Yun Weiyang said lightly as she looked out the window at the bustling street.

Zi Yan suddenly regained her senses. Her fair face had a faint blush on it. She embarrassedly coughed and said, "No."

Hearing this, Yun Weiyang retracted her gaze, and turned to look at this beautiful lady, and said indifferently: "You care a lot about Han Ziling, don't you?" Pausing, she continued, "Or rather, you love Han Ziling even more than your own life."

Her head was muddled, and her body swayed uncontrollably. She held onto the door frame to stabilize herself, and after a moment of silence, she took a deep breath, raised her head, looked at Yun Weiyang, and coldly said, "What did you say?"

Yun Weiyang could tell that she was right just by looking at Zi Yan's appearance. She unintentionally shrugged her shoulders and said: "It's nothing." She continued to look out the window at the busy street, as if it were more attractive than the view.

She never thought that the secret she had been hiding for so many years would be seen through by Yun Weiyang, and she always knew that in Han Ziling's heart, only Yun Weiyang existed. No matter if it was before or now, Han Ziling had never had a place in his heart for her, and if there really was a relationship between a person and a friend, then it was as if she was looking forward to it. What she wanted to do was just silently protect Han Ziling from behind, just like Han Ziling was protecting Weiyang.

She was afraid that Han Ziling would know of her feelings, and was even more afraid that she would be rejected by him. Zi Yan knew Han Ziling's personality very well, in his world, it was impossible for her subordinate to have any feelings for his master, and once she found out, she would do as her sect ordered.

"Don't worry, I won't tell Han Ziling." Yun Weiyang said indifferently.

"You ?" Zi Yan stared blankly for a moment, then said sincerely, "Thank you!"

Hearing this, the corners of Yun Weiyang's mouth slightly raised, and she did not say anything. Actually, even without Zi Yan speaking, she could already feel the change in Zi Yan's heart, not to mention the change at such a close distance.

Time passed minute after minute, and in fact, Yun Weiyang did not have to wait outside for very long. Just as she was getting anxious, the door to her room was suddenly pushed open.

Yun Weiyang abruptly walked towards Feng Xue Han, her heart that had been hanging in the air all this time had also returned to its original position. She extended her hand to grasp Feng Xue Han tightly, and asked: "How is it?"

Feng Xue Han's eyes flashed with a complex look, so fast that it was hard for people to look at it in detail. Without waiting for Yun Weiyang to do so, he said: "No problem!"

"Oh!" Yun Weiyang heaved a sigh of relief, and said: "That's good."

The usually calm purple smoke couldn't hide her excitement. She bowed respectfully towards Feng Xue Han and said gratefully, "Many thanks to the Duke of Qin for saving my master."

"Then I'll go in and take a look at Zi Ling." As he said that, Yun Weiyang started to walk in, but Feng Xue Han blocked her path.