Solitaire: Rise of the Waste

Chapter 920
"En." Feng Caitian hummed lightly, before she could explain, Lan Ji stared at the sudden appearance of mingjue with a guarded posture.

For some reason, she always felt that the black energy on this man was somewhat similar to that of their castle master, but she didn't quite think about it.

"Who is he?" Lan Ji looked carefully for a long time, and realized that Mingjue was not hostile, and her tense nerves relaxed a lot.

Seeing this, Feng Caitian purred.

Really alert!
"This is my master. From the looks of it, he should be an old friend of your castle master." Feng Caitian introduced.

"Impossible, our Castle Master has never been out of the Windy City, how could he know this gentleman?" Lan Ji resolutely denied this possibility without even thinking about it.

Regardless of the excited mingjue who was speechless for a long time, Feng Caitian smiled, looked at Lan Ji and asked, "What is your relationship with your castle master?"

"Huh?" Lan Ji was stunned by this sudden question, "What's the matter? We are subordinates, he is the master, and we are his protectors."

"That's right. You are not his mother, nor his wife, nor his personal servant girl. How do you know that your castle master has never been out of Fengcheng?" Feng Caitian blinked her eyes and looked at Lan Ji asked back.

Lan Ji blushed, "I..."

"Then why have I never seen him?" Lan Ji retorted after a pause.

"Who knows, let's talk about it after your castle master wakes up." Feng Caitian couldn't say anything more, after all, she only guessed from the expression on the face of the mingjue, so she knew whether they were old friends or not.

For a while, the house fell into a brief silence.

Xing Yu stood aside, squinting her eyes, looking at Feng Caitian curiously, as if she was still thinking about the matter of the portable space...

"Girl..." Mingjue raised his hand tremblingly, his voice carried a trace of inexplicable tension.

"Master" knew that Mingjue wanted to tell her something, Feng Caitian hurried forward and held Mingjue's hand.

"Can you save him?" Mingjue turned his head, looked at Feng Caitian hopefully, and asked.

Feng Caitian glanced at the man on the ground, then at the mingjue, wondering: "I'm not sure yet, I can only say that I will try my best, whether I can cure him or not depends on his fate."

The mingjue trembled all over, looked sadly at the man on the ground who was so angry, and then nodded, "I believe in you!"

Feng Caitian nodded, let go of mingjue's hand, came to the Lord of Forget Forget, stretched out her jade hand, and gently put it on his wrist, at the same time, a transparent and slender spiritual power flowed along her body Fingers, rushing towards his extraordinary meridians...

"how?"

Feng Caitian withdrew her hand, and Ming Jue and Lan Ji came over and asked in unison, with anxious expressions on their faces.

"Not very good." Feng Caitian stood up, dizzy for a while.Fortunately, Qiu Ye and Liu Jin stood beside her tightly, otherwise they would have fallen to the ground unsteadily.

"How are you?" MG may have been too nervous, only to realize that his disciple's complexion was as pale as paper, and his feet were swollen, as if he was seriously ill.

"It's okay." Feng Caitian leaned weakly on the chair and drank some warm water, which made her feel better.

However, her complexion was still dignified, thinking about the thrilling pulse just now, Feng Caitian's brows were almost knotted, no one could have imagined that the disease of the Lord of Don't Forget was so strange, and it also had the ability to corrode.

Fortunately, he was blessed by the five silver needles that were stuck on his body before, otherwise, before the treatment of this disease started, she, the doctor, would be gameover first.

(End of this chapter)