Chapter 980： Old song (1/2)

”Two sisters, you feel relieved, I will go after Zheng Yanwu!” Chu Lidao said.

”Don't go!” Li Ruolan frowned. ”Even if he is injured, you are not an opponent!”

Chu Li smiled: ”My sword is almost the same as Bai Hu's soul-hunting tactics. His injuries will only get worse and worse, not so easy!”

”His internal force is deeper and can break your knife power!” Li Ruolan said.

The White Tiger Soul Eater can be broken by more pure internal force, and Zhao Dahe can also be a knife.

Chu Li said: ”It wasn't that easy! ... he is a scourge to keep, this time it is already a fluke to hurt him. Next time, can't the two sisters stay here forever?”

Li Ruolan's eyebrows narrowed, ”It's impossible for us to stay. The teaching staff is insufficient, and we need to be on standby at any time.”

Lu Zhen chuckled: ”We are all toil, compared to Brother Zhao!”

Chu Liheng hummed: ”I would rather toil, but the maiden is” No, ”” I will not promise! ”

”Okay!” Li Ruolan interrupted his complaint and was heard by the maiden. He had no good fruit to eat.

”No more to say, I have to hurry!” Chu Li waved his hand, ignored Li Ruolan's greetings, and strode away.

He came out of the strong rudder and went straight northeast.

Zheng Yanwu felt that the internal force was constantly flowing from the wound, which was faster than blood loss.

He was calm and shocked, knowing that he was at the point of life and death. He had to find a place to repair the injury as soon as possible, and then came out to find Zhao Dahe to settle the account.

With his light work, the speed of internal force loss intensified. As soon as he came out of the windy city, half of the internal force had been lost. At this speed, he lost his internal force not far from the city. .

He thought about it, thinking that the most dangerous places might be the safest. On the depth of the foundation in the Windy City, the bright religion is far inferior to that of the White Tigers. An ordinary house.

There is an old man in this family, all of whom have white eyebrows and are old-fashioned. There is no one else in the family, and he is a coward.

The old man is lying in the old rocking chair in the courtyard, bathing in the setting sun, shaking and relaxing, with a humming tune in his mouth, relaxed and happy.

”Lao Song!” Zheng Yanwu fell into his yard and sank.

The old man got up quickly and was surprised when he saw Zheng Yanwu's appearance.

Zheng Yanwu covered the incision with one hand, and swayed with the other hand: ”I'm injured, I'm going to heal soon, don't let people find out!”

”My son rest assured, this is very secretive!” Lao Song nodded, and asked with concern: ”Are you badly hurt?”

”Can't die for now!” Zheng Yanwu hummed.

Old Song said: ”What to prepare?”

”Find a secret place, I'm going to retreat and recuperate!” Zheng Yanwu said.

”My son comes with me!” Lao Song took him to a small kiosk in the backyard and pulled an organ in the kiosk. When the ”bang” rang, the small kiosk steps shrank inward, revealing a dark hole.

Zheng Yanwu followed the old Song into the underground secret room. Below is an empty stone room with food and water.

The air in the stone room is unobstructed and fresh, and the vents are located in a flowerbed, so there is a slight aroma in the air.

”Don't hesitate to heal me here, please?” Old Song Road.

Zheng Yanwu shook his head: ”Don't do anything, so as not to cause suspicion, I will recover this place when I recover!”

”Yes.” Old Song nodded.

Zheng Yanwu covered his wound and looked at him: ”You have been much older for so many years!”

Lao Song laughed: ”The younger the son, the younger!”