Mr. Xuan looked at the bone wolf corpse in the pit, smiled and nodded, "Not bad."

Lin Yufeng looked at Mr.

Go back, Ling'er and I will be back soon."

Immediately bending down, Lin Yufeng let Fei Ling climb up. The latter blushed, but felt sweet in her heart, and slowly climbed up Lin Yufeng's not so generous back.

With a smile in his eyes, Mr. Xuan glanced at the pretty and blushing Fei Ling. As he was over seventy years old, he would naturally not expose such a little trick played by a young girl...

Hearing this, Chu Chen nodded, told the two of them to be careful, and then prepared to collect the corpse of the bone wolf. Lin Yufeng smiled, and then went to get the medicine basket with Fei Ling on his back.

"Grandpa Xuan, please wait for a moment. I'll go clean it up and then go back." After Lin Yufeng left, Chu Chen said to Mr.

Mr. Xuan smiled faintly, and suddenly his expression changed! He looked at a big tree next to the pothole.

"This terrifying aura, could it be..." Mr. Xuan squinted his eyes slightly, then looked at Lin Yufeng's back and murmured: "Is he really the son of prophecy?"

"Apply it, apply it, you don't have to wait until tomorrow morning." Lin Yufeng hummed a tune and gently rubbed Feiling's snow-white calves with his hands.

"Gee, brother Feng, what song are you singing?" Fei Ling was amused by Lin Yufeng, covering her mouth and smiling sweetly.

"My mother taught me." Lin Yufeng smeared Fei Ling's wounds and said with a smile: "When I was a child, when I accidentally injured myself while going up the mountain, my mother was humming like this when she wiped the wound on me. My mother said

This will relieve the pain."

Fei Ling smiled sweetly, then held up her chin and looked softly at Lin Yufeng, who was helping her wipe the wound with a serious look on her face, with strange colors flashing in her beautiful eyes.

"Okay, finally wiped." Lin Yufeng lowered his head and washed his hands with water. While washing, he asked Fei Ling: "Ling'er, do you still feel pain?"

However, Fei Ling seemed to be intoxicated in fantasy, looking at Lin Yufeng with her beautiful eyes without blinking.

When there was no answer in his ears, Lin Yufeng raised his head strangely, and soon met Fei Ling's beautiful eyes looking at him in a daze, and couldn't help but reach out and wave his hand in front of her eyes.

"Ah...what, what's wrong?" Fei Ling was shaken by Lin Yufeng and immediately came back from her fantasy.

"What are you thinking about? You are so absorbed." Lin Yufeng smiled and said, "Do you feel better?"

Hearing this, Fei Ling blushed and then whispered: "Well, it doesn't hurt much anymore."

"Haha, this black grass is quite effective."

Lin Yufeng saw that Feiling was fine, so he looked at the sky and found that it was almost dark. He immediately cleaned up and said to Feiling: "Ling'er, it's getting dark soon, let's go back quickly."

Fei Ling also looked at the sky and saw that it was indeed getting late. She suddenly thought of something and said to Lin Yufeng with a red face: "Brother Feng, I still feel a little pain. I may not be able to move for the time being."

"Can't walk?" Lin Yufeng was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly, squatted down and said, "What a big deal, come on, I'll carry you back."

Having achieved what she wanted in her heart, Fei Ling smiled movingly, nodded happily, and then gently climbed onto Lin Yufeng's back, which was not generous.

"Hurry up, Ling'er." Lin Yufeng picked up two medicine baskets and reminded: "It's getting late, we have to go back early."

"Yeah!" Fei Ling pressed her little head tightly against Lin Yufeng's neck, feeling the reassuring and familiar warmth.

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As night falls, the cicadas chirp melodiously and the breeze blows.

An ancient village, a house.

Hall inside the house.

The old man has sparse hair, is neatly dressed, is sitting on a plush chair with his eyes closed, holding a teacup in his hand.

He just held the tea cup quietly like this, but the old man did not open the lid of the cup to drink tea. He remained motionless, seeming to have fallen into a deep sleep, like a stone statue.

In front of him, stood a young man wearing blue clothes and a handsome face. The young man's face was normal, but the difference was that there was a trace of unwillingness and hatred in his eyes.

"Kneel down." After a long time, the old man finally spoke.

Hearing this, Shi Qian's expression changed and he said unconvinced: "Grandpa, I was framed by that damn Lin Yufeng, and that Mo Qingyang, you must help..."

"Kneel down!" The old man opened his eyes and shouted in a deep voice.

"Plop!"

Shi Qian looked horrified and immediately knelt down.
Chapter completed!