Broken Night - Chapter 275

[Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy ─ Lonely]

Broken Night

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Chapter 270 – The loneliness

is just a raging sea of flowers, but the copper wall is as immobile as a mountain, no matter how fierce the attack is, it will remain unmoving.

Huh …

The wind blew in from the broken tent, and the moonlight shone on the pale faces of Yang Tianxing and Wan Erhao, looking even more tired.

No matter whether the two of them are reborn as human beings or their talents, they are still far from each other.

The guns blocked by the copper wall scattered and tore the tent to pieces.

Yu Wenlong, who was outside, was stunned for a long time. If he hadn’t felt the realm of the young man in front of him, he would even think that he was a tattoo artist in the third palace realm!

A tattoo artist in the first palace, the tattoo technique has such a terrifying power?

After the horror, there is boundless jealousy!

He is the holy son of the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe. In the offering-day tribe, he is only under his father, and can be described as under one person and above a thousand people.

But this background background, in the eyes of the teenager, is just a joke.

Because that boy is the young master of the greatest power in the north!

You don’t even need to do it yourself, you can slaughter the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe to pieces with just one command!

This jealousy-derived anger caused Yu Wenlong to scream, “Uncle Zheng! Kill them!

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Zheng Ke saw that Yang Tianxing’s eyes fell on Yu Wenlong, and his heart suddenly missed a beat.

Although Yang Tianxing’s tattooing skills failed to cause any damage to Zheng Ke, it still left him in an embarrassing state where his old strength was just gone and his new strength was not born.

Zheng Ke roared, “How dare you!” His feet were like scythes around him, frantically cutting Wan Erhao’s patterns.

puff!

Wan Erhao, who had been sitting cross-legged, spat out a mouthful of blood, but Wen Li still entangled Zheng Ke!

And Yang Tianxing has moved!

Although he was almost exhausted, the momentum towards Yu Wenlong was still terrifying, like a sharp-edged spear!

It’s just that Yang Tianxing’s eyes are colder than the sharp spear.

Facing the young man in front of him, he had enough to endure.

He didn’t kill him during the day, he just bowed his head because he was under the eaves.

It’s just that he tolerated it for a while, but in exchange for a greater danger now.

Yang Tianxing has been a human being in two generations, and he has always killed decisively.

At this moment, the thought has been settled, and the long spear in his hand is pointed straight at Yu Wenlong!

When Zheng Ke saw this, his eyes were about to split.

I saw him roaring loudly, and the strength of the lines was exerted to the extreme!

The energy shot from his feet was like a wild storm, and Wan Erhao’s figure retreated three steps back out of thin air, and the pattern that had been hanging on the tent was also shattered!

With such violent means to break the formation, Zheng Ke was also seriously injured!

But he forced himself to swallow the blood in his throat, and the lines on his feet forced him to disappear.

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Yu Wenlong’s eyes were full of horror, looking at Yang Tianxing, whose eyes were as cold as knives, even if he had the strength of the Second Palace, he would only end up with trembling feet and not dare to move.

Without the tattoo skills, to deal with Yu Wenlong, who had lost his fighting spirit, Yang Tianxing didn’t even activate the tattoo skills, but just stabbed forward.

The Flying Snow Silver Spear with [God Speed] turned into a silver shadow, even if there is no tattoo skill, this blow is terrifying enough!

Yu Wenlong closed his eyes tightly, and there was a sound of blood entering his body.

When he opened his eyes, he found a warm figure standing in front of him.

It was not Yu Wencang who arrived in time, but Zheng Ke.

The fine snow fluttered, like the rising tide of thought.

Zheng Ke didn’t look at the silver spear that sank into his heart, but just stared at the light snow in the air, and the girl who looked like an elf in the snow.

The girl was always throwing snowballs at herself mischievously, and then she laughed.

The Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe is naturally not his hometown.

Maybe because of that snowball, and because of that mischievous laughter, I stayed here.

I have no hometown, and peace of mind is where I belong.

This place of peace of mind is my hometown.

That snowball, that laughter, that girl, that night, that child, all left him in the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe.

Zheng Ke’s eyes began to wander, looking at the young man who was holding him, as if he saw the girl, that night.

Zheng Ke smiled and whispered something to the young man, then followed the figure of the girl in the snow and flew away.

Yu Wenchang appeared in the arena, looking at Yu Wenlong who was holding Zheng Ke’s body, and at Yang Tianxing and Wan Erhao who were embarrassed, but he was relieved.

Finally, this little ancestor was not injured, as for Zheng Ke?

Yu Wenchang didn’t care at all.

Just a dog.

“I’m sorry, little brother Yang. That’s the nonsense of the people under him. Come here and heal the wounds for little brother Yang and his friends!” Yuwencang wiped his sweat, but don’t hold it accountable, otherwise, this small sacrifice Tian tribe, really can not stop the anger of the four seasons.

Yang Tianxing took a deep look at Zheng Ke, then retracted his gaze.

After all, he and Wan Erhao were not really injured, and the tattoo artist in the three palaces was also dead, so it was not easy for him to pursue it any further.

He snorted coldly and turned away.

Only Yu Wenlong, who was holding the gradually cold body, was facing unprecedented loneliness.

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Late at night, after Jin Xing threw the drunk Princess Mingxin on the bed, he walked alone in the palace.

He was born in the Hall of Shadow Refinement, and it can be said that he has lived in the Palace of the Qing Dynasty since he was a child.

The road with nine twists and thirteen bends is as familiar to him as his own garden.

Not long after walking, he passed through a bamboo forest and arrived at his destination.

The fragrance of medicine, the incense of Dan, is tangy.

The bamboo forest was rattled by the night wind.

The moonlight struggled into the gaps in the tall bamboo leaves, making the night even more mysterious.

Squeak.

The door was pushed in, and a middle-aged man came out and smiled at Jin Xing: “Brother Jin, fast forward.”

“Mr. Quan.” Jin Xing slightly cupped his hands.

Walking into the house, a teenager was making tea.

If Xu Yan was here, he would definitely recognize this young man, the young man who competed with him in the auction that day, and Hu Kong who also studied at the outer gate of Yunfu.

Seeing Jin Xing coming, Hu Kong hurriedly bowed and poured a cup of tea for him.

Quan Xi still had a faint smile on his face: “Kong Er, let me have a chat with Jin Xing alone.”

“Yes, sir.” Hu Kong replied respectfully, then bowed to Jin Xing and Quan Xi again, and then exited The room, closed the door when leaving, leaving Jin Xing and Quan She alone in a room.

Quan She took a sip of tea and said, “Brother Jin, how’s the injury on your hand?”

Jin Xing nodded, “I can move normally, and I have to thank Mr. Quan.”

Quan She smiled.

Quan She is a man who looks very friendly, like a gentle and comfortable spring breeze.

If you didn’t know him, you would never have imagined that the person in front of you would be the chief imperial physician of the Quanqing Palace of the Lan Dynasty, and the physician of the Grand Master Realm—Quan She.

“Brother Jin injured his hands in order to save Princess Mingxin who was alone, so it’s a matter of course to heal her.” To this point, it is the best I can do. Maybe Brother Jin should ask Pingnan’s genius doctor Murong to check his injuries.”