Reply to the Revenge of the Angel-Cautious Swordsman
#37. Han Zhao's biggest panic.
Han Zhao returned to his room, and sitting on his bed, he thought for a moment while tying his long white mane, which was still unraveling.
'How can emperor Haocun Li, be able to find me here??' his murmuring while tightening his mane strap.
Han Zhao continued to daydream on his bed, he really ran out of ways to dodge further than the Li family who just kept finding his existence.
*Tock....Geck..*
The sound of the temple door being knocked slowly, and resuscitated the dreamy Han Zhao.
"Has Longfei come home yet?? Then why is he knocking on the door??" han Zhao asked as he walked out of his room and approached the door that was still knocked from the outside.
"Wait" Han Zhao exclaimed as he opened his door.
"...."
Han Zhao was speechless as he saw someone sitting in front of his door, with a body filled with bloodstains. Han Zhao was stunned by what he saw, his bead was wide open, so he was unable to blink.
A few seconds later Han Zhao regained his senses, then helped that person, Han Zhao really couldn't turn his gaze away, he was curious to know who he was helping this, he said, his body was truly weak, Han Zhao himself, could not sense any of his spiritual energy flowing in this person's body.
Han Zhao went to the bathhouse, then laid the person down by the pool, Han Zhao went into the bath pool, then started rinsing the body of that person, which was filled with blood.
'Wounded this badly?? Indeed, he did what??' asked the worried Han Zhao.
When the person's entire body had been rinsed clean until the bloodstains were nowhere to be seen anymore, Han Zhao moved to clean his face, he came out of the pool, then sat down next to the person, who was not there, who was still lying unconscious.
"He really made me very anxious" Han Zhao said as he wiped his face gently.
"..."
An unexpected moment, Han Zhao stopped rinsing the person's face, after he found out that, who was currently lying limp was someone Han Zhao knew.
"....."
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Because Han Zhao was worried, he brought Chyou Chen back to his room, there, Chyou Chen lay on the bed belonging to Han Zhao, then his body was covered by a warm white blanket.
"Is he still alive??" han Zhao asked as he poured his spiritual energy on Chyou Chen.
'His body was lying limp, his spiritual energy was drained away, his face paled. even his heartbeat was also unstable, What exactly happened??' asked Han Zhao who was now inwardly anxious.
"Hong Li,..."
"Gege...I came home" exclaimed Longfei who had just returned home and entered his temple hall.
Han Zhao gasped for a flick, he was afraid that Longfei, would be angry, if there was someone who knew of the existence of his temple, Not to mention, if Longfei knew that the one who came was Chyou Chen, who was the one who was the only one who knew about the existence of his temple, he must have been very angry, because from the beginning, Longfei did not like Chyou Chen who did not have a heart. Han Zhao turned his head to and fro, looking for the right place to hide the still limp-ridden Chyou Chen.
'How is it.' Han Zhao muttered as he moved Chyou Chen's body slowly.
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"Gege..."
"Are you resting??" asked Longfei who was now standing in front of Han Zhao's room door.