154: C154 Slightly Reduced Resistance

C154 Slightly Reduced Resistance

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It was still her who wanted to kill Ning Ou!

After she heard it, she sneered and did not refute.

She looked at Zhang Xunmo with a gloomy expression. Although she was not happy with him in Nanxing, she did not expect him to hate her so much. She still remembered the warm smile that the other party gave her the first time she met him. She did not expect that the difference would actually become so great now. Before this, she had always thought that those who had been with her for a long time would more or less see some of her real things. Now, she realized that it was not like this.

This way, if she were to escape this slaughter one day, would there still be an uncleansed killing intent on her body?

She could not be like an ordinary person?

"Impossible!" Ning Ou heard Ying's words and his gaze fell heavily on Zhang Xunmo. His words were firm.

Zhang Xunmo received their gazes one after another. Wen Juan's brows revealed a cold light. She looked back at Ning Ou and said coldly, "Regardless of whether it is true or not, we cannot gamble with your safety."

Yin Lan laughed mockingly, "I am very curious. Where did you two get this information from?"

"This is our secret. How can we tell you an outsider?" Ying immediately retaliated, as if there was a great enmity between her and Yin Lan.

When Yin Lan heard her words, she looked at her indifferently. Then she looked at Zhang Xunmo. Her smile was still there, but her eyes turned colder, "If I really wanted to kill him, I would definitely not be in public. It would definitely not be the time when you guys get the news."

"So you really have such thoughts!" Ying heard Yin Lan openly say the time to kill Ning Ou and impulsively took out her gun and pointed it at Yin Lan.

Yin Lan raised her eyebrows slightly and her eyes turned cold.

"Ying!" Ning Ou saw that the two of them were getting more and more stiff and scolded Ying, "Put it down!"

"Sect Chief, but she..." Ying was not willing to accept it and wanted to argue.

"I will say it again. Put it down!" Ning Ou's expression was cold, and a fierce look appeared on his face as he shouted angrily.

Only then did Ying put down her spear.

"Alright, let's go back." Ning Ou said and held Yin Lan's arm as he walked forward.

Zhang Xunmo and Ying stood in a stalemate and finally gave way.

The group of people returned to the headquarters. After Ning Ou got off the car, he did not speak to them. He just brought Yin Lan back to his room with a cold face.

"Young Master Zhang, are you really going to let Sect Master protect her like this?" In the night, Ying looked at Ning Ou who was leading Yin Lan with his back straight. He walked forward without turning his head. There was a helpless look on his face.

Zhang Xunmo put one hand on the car roof and the other on the car door. Wen Juan's eyes followed closely behind them. She said helplessly, "You and I have tried to stop him, but he did not listen!"

"Why does Sect Master care so much about Yin Lan? Why does Yin Lan hate Sect Master?" Although she had heard a little about it, she was not very clear about the commotion between the two of them.

When Zhang Xunmo asked about this, his helpless expression gradually turned gloomy, "Perhaps this is fate."

Ying heard Zhang Xunmo's sigh and her heart tightened, "But that Yin Lan is so powerful. I am worried that if what she said is true, then Sect Master is not very dangerous! Furthermore, I have fought with her before. She is very powerful and very ruthless."

"You have fought with her before?" Zhang Xunmo looked at him.

Ying looked a little uncomfortable. "The day I came back."

Zhang Xunmo's expression turned serious. He said angrily, "From today onwards, you better not provoke her."

Ying looked at him in surprise. Seeing his angry look, she nodded and said, "I know."

Yin Lan and Ning Ou, who had returned to the room, released their hands the moment the door was closed. Ning Ou took the lead to walk to the room while Yin Lan stood in the living room and silently sat on the living room carpet.

The two of them were inside and the other outside. They were silent with each other.

The night outside was so dense that it seemed as if it had been dyed. It covered the sky carefully and tightly, not allowing a trace of light.

Even the bright moon and stars that could be seen previously were covered by this enormous ink cloth. The surroundings were silent and tranquil, and it seemed as if there wasn't even a trace of life in the stagnant water.

She sat there in a daze, and she seemed to have become a lifeless statue amidst this deathly silence.

The night wind blew. When she saw that the lights around her had changed from bright to dim, leaving only the faint light of half a person sleeping, she finally came back to her senses.

She looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. It was already three in the morning.

During the time she had stayed here, she had not learned anything. Instead, she had been in a daze for longer and longer.

She moved her stiff body. Only after the numbness had passed did she slowly walk into the room inside.

Ning Ou had already fallen asleep in his clothes. A light lamp was gently circulating in the room, cutting off the warmth on his face.

She unconsciously relaxed her footsteps, opened the wardrobe, found her pajamas, and quietly went into the bathroom to take a bath. After walking out in comfort, she saw Ning Ou still in his suit. She hesitated for a moment, walked to his side, and reached out to shake him awake. She did not want to shake him a few times, but he did not wake up.

Perhaps their common illness, his sleep had always been very shallow. As long as there was a slight movement, he would wake up. But now he did not wake up, which made Yin Lan a little flustered.

She reached out to touch his face and found that the temperature was not right. She was shocked. The temperature was very low, as if it had just thawed.

"Ning Ou!" She reached out to pat his face. The temperature was so low that it was even scarier than boiling hot all over his body.

Ning Ou's brows twitched. He seemed to be very uncomfortable. He furrowed his brows tightly.

"Ning Ou!" Seeing this, she patted him hard again.

"It hurts..." Ning Ou frowned and muttered a word.

"Where does it hurt? Hold on. I'll get someone to show you!" Yin Lan pulled the cup from the bed and covered his body. After pressing the corner of the bed, she turned around and walked out.

Just as she walked to the door, she heard Ning Ou calling her like he was raving, "Lan, don't go. Stay here. ... Don't go..."

She turned around and saw Ning Ou's hand was already struggling out of the cup, grabbing and pulling in the air. At that moment, her heart, which was as hard as steel, suddenly twitched violently. Unlike the previous pain, it was a real tearing pain.

It was so clear that she could not even ignore it.

She endured it and turned to walk outside. Half an hour later, Zhang Xunmo came over with the doctor. He passed by her and walked into the room. The doctor checked the patient's blood pressure and tested his breathing. He smiled slowly and said, "He is fine. He is suffering from disease. Let him have a good rest during this period of time. Pay attention to his diet and rest time. He will be fine."

Zhang Xunmo's tensed face relaxed. "Okay. Thank you for your hard work."

Yin Lan stood at the door. She was wearing a robe and said in an unclear voice. He just said it was painful. "

"Does it hurt?" The doctor did not understand.

Zhang Xunmo looked at her and then said to the doctor, "Doctor, Ou's leg has been injured before. He may not be fully recovered yet. Help me take a look."

"Okay." The doctor removed the blanket and checked Ning Ou's leg. He then covered Ning Ou with the blanket again. He said in a low voice, "Judging from the appearance and the shape of his bones, he is fine. " But you said he was injured before. I suggest you come to the hospital tomorrow and take a picture to see how his bones are healing. Only then can you accurately know his recovery. "

"Okay, I will arrange it." Zhang Xunmo nodded.

"Okay, then I will go out and prescribe the medicine. You have to work hard tonight and pay attention to his condition. After you guys come to the hospital tomorrow, I will take a closer look."

"Okay, I'll go out with you." Zhang Xunmo took the initiative to lead the way for the doctor.

When he passed Yin Lan, he looked at her with deep eyes. "Ou, I will leave it to you first."

Yin Lan did not look at him or answer him.2

Zhang Xunmo passed by her.

The door to the room was closed, isolating the sound of footsteps and conversation outside. It returned to its previous silence.

Yin Lan then moved the door away and walked towards Ning Ou. Ning Ou was in a deep sleep, but he was sweating all the time. She got up and made a square towel to wipe his face. After that, her eyes were fixed on his legs that were covered by cotton. She hesitated for a moment and reached out to lift the cup and pull up his pants.

On top of his long and white calves, a healing scar that was still red pierced through his knees. Because the recovery period was not enough, the sutured needle eye was still left on the white skin. In addition, she had accidentally knocked on his wound with her high heels earlier. At this moment, the red wound faintly revealed a purple color. It looked weak and terrifying.

As she looked at it, she felt extremely oppressed.

It was hard to say whether it was regret or pain.

"Lan." Suddenly, a low and hoarse voice sounded.

She suddenly let go of her pants and withdrew her hand. Her gaze was quick to drive a wedge between them. She met Ning Ou's eyes, which had already opened, but were not sharp.

"You're awake." He lowered his voice and spoke in a calm tone.

"What's wrong with me?" Ning Ou remembered that he had only wanted to rest for a while before he got up to take care of the things he had left behind. He did not expect that after he closed his eyes, he would sleep until now in a daze. His throat was sore, and his mind was dizzy. He felt a series of discomfort.

Yin Lan covered him with the blanket again and explained in a faint voice. "Your body temperature was very low before, so I went to look for Zhang Xunmo. He brought the doctor to check on you. He said that you have been too tired recently and have accumulated illnesses. He also asked you to go to the hospital tomorrow to check on your legs. In an instant, you should rest well to avoid losing your health."

When Ning Ou heard Yin Lan's words, he pulled his hand out of the blanket and held her hand. There was worry in his eyes and concern in his voice, "Before that, before that, I had to go to the hospital to check on your legs. Did I scare you?

Yin Lan's gaze paused. When she looked at him again, I don't know why but I'm a little angry, "You need to rest now, don't talk anymore, How could that little illness of yours scare me?"

"It's good that you don't have it." Ning Ou smiled.

Yin Lan looked at Ning Ou, who thought of her first. She looked at the hand that he held. The resistance in her heart was suppressed in her heart.

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