Chapter 18 eighteen

In the dark room, Xiangfang's voice was hoarse and slow, and the vicissitudes of life were whistling like sand and wind. Everything she told echoed in Fei Lian's mind, making him feel slightly dazed, and suddenly felt that everything in Yecheng's turmoil before him seemed unreal—it turned out that all of this was actually just the aftermath of that death in the desert... …It was from that ancient tomb that that person was driven step by step to the end of today! However, why have you never heard him mention "that person" after working with Po Jun for many years? However, halfway through the conversation, Fei Lian was drawn out from the side compartment by exclamations from outside.

"Major General, it's not good! That thief woman, that thief woman..." The manager of Wu Luo's mansion ran out of the inner courtyard, his face pale with shock, "That thief woman hurt Lord Wu Luo and ran away!" "What?" Fei Lian was taken aback when he saw that the courtyard was full of guards, "How could you let the locked prisoner escape?" "This... this..." The manager didn't know how to answer, he was a little embarrassed for a moment, and after a while, an ambiguous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he lowered his voice, "Major General, Mr. Wu Luo, he always tortures beautiful female prisoners on the bed..."

"Shut up!" Suddenly understanding what the other party meant, Fei Lian felt endlessly disgusted. "Yes, yes." The manager quickly fell silent. Fei Lian turned around and walked back: "Take me to see Master Wu Luo!"——No matter how you feel about this veteran, if anything happens to Wu Luo at this moment, it will be the entire Yecheng. Trouble. "Yes." The manager hurriedly led the way and wiped off his sweat, "The doctor has been told to go in, the major general can rest assured." The two walked back, and as soon as they entered the backyard, they heard a broken drink from inside, and a medicine bowl was thrown out of it, smashing into pieces in the yard.Wu Luo's voice came straight out, trembling and weak, but with a violent murderous look: "Idiots... a bunch of idiots! Give me... drag them all out and kill them!"

"Yes!" There was a guard inside who pulled people away and walked out from the side door, leaving a trail of shouts. "What?" Fei Lian couldn't help being surprised when he saw that the man was dressed as an imperial physician. The manager was also taken aback, and quickly ran to the side to ask the attendant, his complexion gradually became bad, red and white at times, before he could figure out how to explain to Fei Lian, he saw that the other party had already opened the door to prepare go in. "Lord Wu Luo, this junior is here to visit you." Fei Lian said outside the door.

"Get out! Get out!" However, the people inside were unexpectedly irritable, completely devoid of the demeanor of the elders they usually deliberately maintained, and hissed, "Get out... don't come in! No one is allowed in!" Fei Lian was startled, then stopped in his tracks: "I am Fei Lian, Master Wu Luo." "It's the same! No one is allowed to come in!" Wu Luo's voice came from behind the heavy curtain, weak and tyrannical, as if he turned to ask the next doctor, "Say, can it be cured? Tell me quickly!" "This... this..." Another imperial doctor lay in front of the couch, trembling the curtain, "The assassin's knife is too deep, and it has already hurt the vitals. If Mr. Wu Xian is still alive, use the pill of 'regenerating muscle and returning yang'" Used as medicine, maybe there are..."

"Shut up!" Wu Luo's voice became even more irritable, "Wu Xian is fucking dead long ago! Why are you talking about this now? Tell me the truth... can it be cured?" "..." The imperial doctor knelt in the curtain and kowtowed desperately, not daring to answer any more, shaking like chaff. "Idiot!" Wu Luo's voice was hoarse again, and Yin Xiao was furious, "Pull it out, and cut them all off!" Standing at the door, Fei Lian saw the doctor being pulled out from the curtain by the attendants—the attendants in front had come back to report, and the beheaded head was held on the gold plate.He couldn't help but couldn't help it anymore, and wanted to stop him as soon as he raised his hand.

"Don't, don't!" Seeing that something was wrong, the manager hurriedly dissuaded him in a low voice, "Don't worry...Your Excellency is in a fit of anger." Fei Lian was displeased: "Even if you are not good at medicine, you are not guilty of death—such a murder is really too much." "Ah..." The manager stomped his feet, pulled him aside, and said in a low voice, "The major general doesn't know, the knife that the Shaman female thief ran away this morning was really terrible..." Fei Lian was stunned: "Where is the injury?"

The manager turned his head and whispered something in his ear.Fei Lian's complexion suddenly changed, revealing a certain ironic expression, but he quickly stopped, and murmured: "Oh, that's how it is... Really, really..." The manager made a bow: "My lord is furious at the moment, the major general should give in a little bit at this moment." "Understood." Fei Lian suppressed a smile at the corner of his mouth, turned his head away, and sighed helplessly, "Then please tell Mr. Wu Luo to cultivate his health—— Ye Cheng is in critical condition now, and please recover as soon as possible and fight against the enemy together .”

"Yes." The manager nodded eagerly to see the master off. Fei Lian was about to leave when he suddenly saw the head of the second imperial physician brought in again, his eyes twitched, and his anger was uncontrollable.Turning around suddenly, he grabbed the manager: "Fei Lian has something else to ask."