Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

137. Chapter 137 Nan Chen Is Injured

Translator: Helene

He squatted too long, and Zhuo Hua felt numb, so he moved slightly, but he accidentally kicked a small stone.

“Who is it?” Ling Yun shouted in the room.

Damn it. They were discovered. The two of them turned to run.

As they turned around, they bumped into Master Ling Yun, who was a middle-aged man with moustache. Behind them, Qi Han, who heard the commotion, walked out of the room and blocked them.

Qi Han was only on the fifth level of Core Formation. Zhuo Hua and Nan Chen got stuck, who looked at Ling Yun and Qi Han and then attacked Qi Han at the same time.

Ling Yun guessed their intention and roared at Qi Han, “Get lost!”

Before Qi Han could react, he felt his shoulder being grabbed. The next second, he was thrown at Ling Yun.

In the midst of the fire, Ling Yun threw a spiritual ball at Nan Chen and Zhuo Hua. Ling Yun dodged and avoided Qi Han. When he looked around, Zhuo Hua and Nan Chen were gone.

“Ouch.” Qi Han clutched his butt and wailed on the ground.

Ling Yun glared at him. “What a dumb duck!”

If he didn’t need Qi Han anymore, he would have slapped him.

Ling Yun flung his sleeves and disappeared into the thin air. Who were the two men? He had to his master immediately.

Zhuo Hua and Nan Chen ran all the way back to the town from Hunsha Mountain.

Zhuo Hua was walking in the front, and he suddenly heard a sound. Zhuo Hua looked back and saw Nan Chen got down on one knee. Blood was trickling from his mouth to the ground and drew beautiful red flowers.

“Nan Chen!” Zhuo Hua was startled and went up to help Nan Chen up. Sensing the unusual temperature on Nan Chen’s shoulder, Zhuo Hua looked at his back.

He widened his eyes. There was a red and black palm mark on Nan Chen’s shoulder and blood had stained Nan Chen’s clothes.

Zhuo Hua recalled that when Ling Yun tossed the spiritual ball at them, Nan Chen seemed to have stepped in front of him and protected him.

With his trembling hands, Zhuo Hua carefully touched the edge of the wound on Nan Chen’s shoulder. He didn’t dare to press it, afraid that he would hurt Nan Chen.

Sensing the ticklish feeling on his shoulder, Nan Chen smiled and held Zhuo Hua in his arms, “Master, I’m fine.”

“Shut up.” Zhuo Hua stared at Nan Chen and took out the Soul-restoring Pill and the Skin-restoring Pill from storage ring, violently thrusting them into Nan Chen’s mouth.

Nan Chen smiled at Zhuo Hua’s desperation and kissed his mouth, “Let’s move on, lest Ling Yun catches up with us.”

Zhuo Hua helped Nan Chen up and walked towards the inn.

The servant of the inn was not annoyed by the knocking in the middle of the night. After all, the more guests, the more he would be paid by the inn owner.

He opened the door and found that it was the two young men who had dined at the inn in daytime. One of them was injured.

The servant didn’t seem to be surprised. He had seen many things like this. After all, it was a chaotic world.

The servant didn’t ask or look at them too much. He just led them to a room and prepared hot water according to the guests’ instructions.

Zhuo Hua helped Nan Chen to the bed. He asked Nan Chen to lie on the bed, and he wiped the place around the wound with a hot towel.

Afterwards, he took out the Skin-restoring Pill and grinded it into powder, sprinkling it on Nan Chen’s wound.