Song Mao kept looking at Ling Ge with fearful eyes. Hearing this, he looked at Chen Pu and said in a trembling voice: "Elder Chen?"

Chen Pu hesitated for a moment and finally said: "Miss Zhuo, you are very smart, so you should understand that everything in this world is possible. I will say this for now, see you later!"

After saying that, he hugged Song Mao and left quickly, and the restraint on Ling Ge was also lifted.

The flames on Ling Ge's body slowly extinguished, and she pursued him a few steps forward, but in the end she fell down helplessly because her spiritual power was exhausted.

A figure suddenly appeared behind her, rolled up his long sleeves, and took her into his arms.

Gong Jiyang chanted the Xuanjing Technique and watched the woman in his arms gradually fade away from the blood stains, revealing a clean and delicate face, frowning tiredly.

They had known each other for only half a month, and this was the second time he had seen her fight to the point of exhaustion.

Compared with the simple surprise the first time, this time he actually felt a little distressed, so distressed that the hand holding her trembled slightly.

I feel so distressed that I don’t know whether it’s because of her efforts or because of her tears.

He has seen her persistent revenge, seen her fearless, seen her smile, seen her injured, and even seen her kill hundreds of enemies by herself, with blood even in her hair.

But I never thought I would see her cry.

How can such a tenacious woman who is not afraid of death be so sad that she sheds tears?

Recalling everything that the imperial master had investigated previously, Gong Jiyi suddenly felt that he didn't know enough about this woman.

He reached out to touch the tear stain, but Ling Ge gently avoided it.

Ling Ge was exhausted and had no strength at all, but he still smiled and said: "It's a good thing you didn't incense today, otherwise I would rather fall to the ground than be supported by you."

Gong Jiyi paused, "Stop talking, I'll take you back."

The formation diagram flashed, and the two returned to the hidden courtyard.

Gong Jiyi still carried Ling Ge back to the room to soak in the bathtub. This time he carried Ling Ge into the water with his own hands and gently placed her in the water.

Ling Ge breathed a long sigh of relief and said to Gong Ji who was about to leave, "Thank you."

"Thank me for what?" Gong Jiyi's back paused.

"Thank you for not helping me just now."

"Shouldn't I be blamed for standing by and doing nothing? Ordinary people would like someone to help them do everything."

"So I'm not an ordinary person!" Ling Ge's depression for many days finally dissipated, and he felt a lot more relaxed. "It's good to have someone to help me solve my problems, but even better is someone who helps me grow.

.”

It was the first time she spoke to him sincerely, "Promise me you won't help me until it's a life or death situation."

Gong Jiyi stiffened, and his fan-like eyelashes trembled uncontrollably. The past scenes seemed to automatically appear before his eyes.

In order to practice, the young man fought to the limit and was exhausted. The first words he said after waking up were, "You took action too early! You are not allowed to help me unless you see that I am about to die!"

The two people are exactly the same stubborn and cruel, not only to their enemies, but also to themselves.

But only in this way can we forge amazing talents that will amaze the world, and can we stand at the pinnacle of the times and be invincible!

Gong Jiyi lowered his eyes, covering up his turbulent emotions, and replied quietly: "Okay."

Ling Ge turned over in the water, "My cultivation level is still too low. Except for a little shrimp like Song Mao, anyone can suppress me. It's so frustrating! After I'm done with the things in the western suburbs,

I must break through the Blue Spirit Realm as soon as possible!"

"Okay, it's up to you." Gong Jiyi's voice contained a gentle smile.

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When Song Mao and Chen Pu returned to the Song family, it was already late at night. The Song family was brightly lit, but Song Quan was not at home.

Song Mao kept questioning Chen Pu along the way, "Elder Chen, why didn't you kill her? What a great opportunity just now!"

Chen Pu was already restless and felt that he had been cleaning up the mess for this stupid family. At this moment, he also said in a strong tone: "The young master has just heard that the fourth prince once said that he cannot kill her. The head of the Song family

Now they are sending people outside to look for her!"

"Killing her is a pleasure. Will the young master go and explain to the fourth prince and the head of the family?"

As soon as these two people were mentioned, Song Mao suddenly fainted.

He returned to his room in silence, fell onto the bed, and stared at the top of the bed in a daze.

Things have gone cold in the western suburbs, my sister has been killed, most of the family's guards have died, and their family's reputation has been ruined. Now this house seems to be condensed with a layer of death, which is suffocating.

Chen Pu slowly followed in and asked, "Master, are you discouraged?"

"It doesn't matter whether I'm discouraged or not, it's already like this. What else can I do?"

"Of course there is. It seems like a dead end at the moment, but the predicament is only temporary, and the solution lies with the young master - as long as you cultivate deeply and become famous in the future, naturally no one will look down on you anymore."

"Oh?" Song Mao looked over.

Chen Pu carefully advised: "Today in Anlong, the only person with excellent talent, cultivation, and status is the fourth prince. If you want to restore the prestige of this house, it is safest to seek refuge with the fourth prince. Hasn't the young master already

Did you refine a blood pill for the fourth prince?"

"As long as you can prove to the Fourth Prince that you will continue to refine blood pills for him, there will be no worries that the Fourth Prince will not protect you and the Song family."

"Given time, the young master will return to the Purple Yang Sect to practice, and one day he will become a master of the Red Spirit Realm or even the Purple Spirit Realm. The world will just forget about today's events and kneel at the young master's feet to show submission!"

"Master, think about it carefully, how beautiful it is!"

These words really touched Song Mao's heart. He sat up when he heard it, grabbed Chen Pu's sleeve and said in surprise: "Is what Elder Chen said true?"

"Of course! I firmly believe that the young master will replace the young lady and become the hope of revitalizing the Song family! Otherwise, I would not have gone to save the young master just now."

"Yes, yes, I am no worse than Qiu'er. As long as someone helps me, I will become the pride of the Song family!"

Song Mao jumped out of bed and walked around the room excitedly.

"However, most of the guards on the western suburbs of the mountain are dead, and my original plan of making a large furnace of blood pills is no longer possible. Then, then..."

"Master!" Chen Pu steadied Song Mao, "The plan on the western suburbs mountain is not a complete failure."

"I have no idea who did that! What if I go to the western suburbs again and someone kills me... maybe it's that bitch Zhuo Lingge!"

After all, Song Mao was still scared to death by Ling Ge today.

Chen Pu reassured: "In my opinion, Zhuo Lingge cannot be the one who caused the trouble. But if the young master wants the fourth prince to protect him, he must rely on the mountain people in the western suburbs."

"The situation is urgent. We don't have time to find another place. This time I will accompany the young master to the mountain to make alchemy. If those people come again, I will naturally stand in front of the young master."

Song Mao looked into Chen Pu's eyes and finally nodded, "Okay, let's go there at dawn..."

"The nights are long and the dreams are many, young master, please gather all the remaining guards and go together now!"

"……OK!"

*

It was already dawn when the Imperial Master appeared in the small courtyard.

Ling Ge is practicing in her room. After two hours of rest, her spiritual power has recovered to half. However, in the next two days, the third prince will be in the western suburbs to eliminate Song Mao's people. She must adjust to the best condition and take advantage of this opportunity.

Opportunity to end Song Mao once and for all!

The Imperial Master pouted with a stern face, looking like a child who was not having fun.

Ling Ge asked curiously: "Master, what happened?"

"I heard that you played tricks on the He family and Song Mao at the same time yesterday, making them bite each other. Did you have a lot of fun?"

Ling Ge couldn't laugh or cry at these childish words, "Who told you that?"

"He!" The Imperial Master pointed at Gong Jiyi who was sitting next to him, "He said it specifically to make me angry!"

Gong Jiyi shook his golden fan, with a proud look on his face, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that made him smile so beautifully, but he was too arrogant!

Can a person with such a high level of cultivation act like a child?

Ling Ge glared at him angrily and said to the Imperial Preceptor: "Only the Imperial Preceptor can find out about the Third Prince's arrangements. What Gong Jiyi did today can be done by the Imperial Preceptor at will.

"

"Ling Ge?!" Gong Jiyi's smile froze on his face.

"That's it!" The Imperial Master held his head high and sat down happily, "When I come forward, I can do big things!"

"That's right," Ling Ge continued to coax, "What about the mountains in the western suburbs?"

"The third prince is still very safe in his work. Yesterday, he quietly mobilized 10,000 elite soldiers to monitor all the remaining people in Song Mao." The imperial master's tone was full of appreciation.

"Were they not discovered?"

"They are running around like headless flies. They have no backbone for a long time."

Ling Ge nodded, "With Song Qiu'er's death, Song Mao and Song Quan will be distracted again, and I'm afraid they won't be able to care about the affairs in the western suburbs of the mountain. Wait until the third prince sends more people to search the mountain, and put the remaining people together with Song Mao."

If we arrest them all, the mountain people in the western suburbs will be safe."

"It's just a pity. I don't know where Song Mao refined the blood elixir and what magic weapon he used. I'm afraid the dead mountain people won't even be able to recover their bones."

"Humph, that's not necessarily the case." The Imperial Master looked enigmatic.

Ling Ge blinked, "Why?"

"No one has collected Song Qiu'er's body until daybreak. I was afraid of scaring the people nearby, so I had someone pick it up and throw it away to the Song family before dawn."

"Song Quan is not at home, but Song Mao, he and Chen Pu took people to the western suburbs in the middle of the night."

With a "bang" sound, Ling Ge stood up and was about to leave, "You're only talking about such an important thing now!"

Gong Jiyi quickly stood up and held her, "Don't worry, the old man hasn't finished speaking yet."

He gave the Imperial Master a sharp look and said, "Ling Ge's spiritual power hasn't fully recovered yet, so hurry up and tell me the rest!"

"You brat has learned how to feel sorry for others!" The Imperial Master rolled his eyes and muttered: "Don't worry, the Third Prince has already made arrangements. Song Mao's arrest of the mountain people was not smooth, and he hasn't started refining the blood pill yet."
Chapter completed!