Wen Xuan's tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, leaving tears like earthworms, but he still smiled and said, "You lost once ten years ago, and this time, you will definitely not be able to do what you want!"

When the boy saw Wen Xuan's tears, he felt like thousands of spines were heartbroken. He blocked Fei Xiao's sword with his bare hands and turned around to Wen Xuan.

Blood dripped down the boy's sleeves, "Calling" and Wen Xuan said, "Young Master, you are injured. You are sorry, the baby cannot be rescued."

The boy shook his head, but his frown brows did not open. He then covered his hand on Wen Xuan's palm.

Fei Xiao followed the boy and put the knife on the boy's neck again.

Li Zhen said, "What a sympathy. Young Master, let's tell Linghua's whereabouts. I'll send you away."

Wen Xuan's expression was extremely gentle and said, "Young Master, I'm fine, I don't need to give me spiritual power anymore."

At this time, a servant came outside the hall to report, and Cui Yanshu walked over.

In an instant, Cui Yanshu walked to Li Zhen with a happy expression and whispered in Li Zhen's ear. After hearing this, Li Zhen was overjoyed and glittered for a moment, and said loudly, "Yi Chen, Jing Yao, our big thing is about to be done! The medicine man is ready!"

When Cui Yichen and Meng Jia heard this, they were overjoyed and immediately stood up and said, "Congratulations to Master Li!"

Li Zhen said with great enthusiasm, "Let's go and see the medicine man first. We must take over this kid's Linghua as soon as possible!"

"Li Zitong, stay here and watch them, and we will go back."

Li Zitong greeted him and saw him off, and the group followed Li Zhen out.

The boy tried his best to send spiritual power to Wen Xuan's body, but Wen Xuan's face became darker and darker, and even the whites of his eyes were covered with a layer of black cataract.

Li Zitong said sarcastically next to him, "Doll, that one who is lying down, no more, don't waste your spiritual power."

With the young man's spiritual power, Wen Xuan's body's severe pain relieved a lot.

Wen Xuan looked at Li Zi Channel, "Where are Zhu Xue and Qingyin? Where are they?"

Li Zitong smiled and said, "You are so funny. You are going to die. You still care about others! Hahaha..."

Wen Xuan said again, "That's my business. You don't have to worry about it. How have you done Zhu Xue and Qingyin?"

Li Zi Channel "Those two dolls are so interesting, how can I bear to kill them? Besides, if they die, who will I go to play with?"

After hearing this, Wen Xuan looked at the boy and felt relieved.

Wen Xuan heard Li Zitong's words and said, "Old man, I'm almost dead anyway. Let's make a game? Let's play with you, how about it?"

When Li Zitong heard that there was a game to play, he was very happy and asked, "How to play? How to play?"

Wen Xuan said, "Didn't you live for a long time? Do you know the formation?"

Li Zitong "My Hanshan Li family was a craftsman back then, so there was no problem in building houses and roads. Although I have lived for a long time, I only got through one or two of them."

Wen Xuan said, "Oh? Then do you dare to compete with us?"

Li Zitong was a little hesitant, "Can you compare something else?"

Wen Xuan said, "You're scared! You know you don't dare to compete with cowards!"

Li Zitong jumped up, "Just compete, I have lived for hundreds of years, and I am still afraid that you two little kids will not succeed!"

Wen Xuan made a surprise statement, "Have you lived for hundreds of years? Oh, we have to be careful, don't be compared by you."

Li Zitong was a little proud after hearing Wen Xuan's words and said, "How to compare?"

Wen Xuan said, "I can't move, so let this young master draw the formation at the same time as you. Whoever has the useful formation will win, how about it?"

Li Zitong heard this and waved his hand, "This is too easy!"

A severe pain came from the abdomen, and Wen Xuan was so painful that he almost fainted again. The boy's hand was covered in Wen Xuan's palm, but Wen Xuan signaled the boy with his eyes to draw the formation.

Although Li Zitong looked like a young man, he lived in this world for more than 300 years by absorbing his life span. He could not become an immortal even if he did not die. Instead, he lived as an old child. However, he felt that his annoyance and spells were among the few among Li's styles.

At this time, Li Zitong had carefully drawn the formation on the ground. The young man took his hand away from Wen Xuan's palm, looked at Wen Xuan again, and then drew the formation on the ground beside Wen Xuan.

At this moment, the spiritual power in the boy's body was still surging, and the surging spiritual power was quickly injected into the moving array. The boy turned his eyes slightly and saw that Li Zitong was still drawing the array with concentration, so he quickly picked up Wen Xuan and leaped into the array.

The broken bones around Wen Xuan were hugged by the boy, and the crackling sounded, and severe pain came from all over his body, making Wen Xuan tremble and twitch.

The boy felt Wen Xuan's strange appearance in his arms, looked at Wen Xuan's eyes, and Wen Xuanqiang smiled, "Young Master, I'm fine."

The wind sounded in my ears passed by. Wen Xuan snuggled up to the boy's warm body temperature in his arms, thinking to himself, "It's good to die like this in this life."

After a cup of tea, the young man fell out of the moving formation with Wen Xuan in his arms.

Wen Xuan was hit by the violent shaking and hitting his whole body again, and he couldn't help moaning. The boy put him on the ground, took off his outer robe, and covered him with it.

Wen Xuan looked around and was surprised to find that he was lying on the platform of Cui's water prison and asked, "Young Master, I thought you would take me back to Wenshan, why did you take me to Cui's water prison?"

There was peace in Cui's water prison.

Perhaps it was because Cui Yichen was not there, there were no prisoners in the water prison, and no one was guarding the platform. The silent water prison did not even show up.

Wen Xuan quickly understood, "Young Master, do you want to use Linghua to save me?"

The boy who was looking for something turned around, looked at Wen Xuan, and nodded heavily.

Wen Xuan moaned in pain again, but he still smiled and said, "Young Master, life and death are fate. I, Wen Xuan, never believe in becoming an immortal, nor fearing death. You should not force yourself."

The boy ignored Wen Xuan and continued to look for something.

Suddenly, a light flashed in the boy's eyes. He flew down, tapped on a slightly protruding rock in the corner, and stepped on it hard.

Wen Xuan could hardly believe his eyes. The protruding rock shrank back in a whole piece, and the soles of his feet trembled. Under the protruding platform, above the water surface, a stone door creaked open.

The boy flew back to the platform, picked up Wen Xuan, and then flew into the dark cave. After the two of them entered, the stone gate closed again.

"Can it be a trap?"

The boy shook his head.

Wen Xuan thought, "Did you say it's not a trap? Or do you also don't know?"

The boy pinched the Fire Art and illuminated the wet and dark cave. There were strange stones of various postures in the cave, and stalactites hanging upside down on the top of the cave like ice. From time to time, water droplets fell from the top of the cave and hit the boy and Wen Xuan's head and body.

The cave is larger than expected and there are many forks.

The boy hugged Wen Xuan, gently tapped the ground, and walked like flying.

After walking a few forks of roads, both the young man and Wen Xuan discovered that they had returned to their original place and could not truly move forward.

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