Chapter 903

"How would I dare to drink?"

"Come inside." She pushed the door open, "Let me see the wound."

After entering the house, Sun Fuling took out two fluorescent spores before stripping off He Lingchuan's outer coat.

The wound that Alo had urgently treated a few hours ago was bleeding again.

Seeing such a large blood hole, Sun Fuling didn't change her expression. She took scissors to carefully cut the soft cloth, then brought a whole basin of warm water, and while changing the medicine, said: "Did it hurt your lungs?"

"No. I dodged it."

"But the Zhongfu acupoint is rotten, and the bone is broken." Sun Fuling frowned, "In the coming days, your lung qi will be blocked, and you will cough frequently."

After speaking, she coughed a few times herself.

Her illness hadn't recovered either.

He Lingchuan pulled her into his arms and asked while circling her waist: "Did you take your medicine?"

"I took it." Sun Fuling was very careful, not wanting to bump into his wound, "Alo is a master at treating wounds, but he is not very good at treating illnesses."

"Alo is a military doctor, so he has his specialty." He Lingchuan gently rested his chin on her shoulder, suddenly feeling surrounded by a faint woody fragrance, "Should I ask his master to come and see you?"

"You want to find Mr. Helian again?" Sun Fuling laughed, "He is too busy in Panlong City to get away. My minor illness will be fine in a few days; there's no need to trouble the old gentleman to come from thousands of miles away."

She pressed against He Lingchuan's other shoulder to remind him: "Your wound is still bleeding!"

"Let me hold you." He relied on being a wounded man and refused to move, "Today was full of swords and shadows; I almost didn't come back to see you."

Sun Fuling was soft-hearted after all and gently hugged his neck.

The two leaned against each other quietly, both having a small joy of peaceful years.

If only the wound didn't hurt so much. He Lingchuan hissed silently; the effect of the painkiller had worn off, and the pain swept over him again.

"Does it hurt?" Sun Fuling seemed to be able to see it and asked in his ear.

"... It hurts."

"Then sit up straight." She pushed him straight and turned to get the medicine, "Apply the medicine early and sleep early; you'll be a lot better tomorrow."

She was coaxing him like a child.

Her technique for treating wounds was skillful and proficient, not inferior to Alo's.

Just as He Lingchuan was about to speak, Sun Fuling threw a small pill into his mouth.

Gulp, he swallowed it: "What is this?"

"A sleep aid." She pointed to the side of the couch, and he obediently went over, "You've been injured and tired all day; you should sleep. Fushan Lie is indeed an extraordinary person to be able to injure you so severely."

He Lingchuan chuckled: "He also had an arm broken by me; he's injured even more severely than I am."

What's the point of comparing this? "So who won in the end?"

"You'll know in two days."

The medicine took effect quickly; He Lingchuan grabbed her hand, but before he could say a few more words to her, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Before falling asleep, he heard her cough twice more.

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It was pitch black all around, and his right shoulder was a bit painful. He Lingchuan touched it with his left hand, and there was still a splint hanging on his right chest—

It seems he hasn't returned to reality yet.

What is this place? Not far away, there was a bit of green light, flickering.

He gathered his mind to be alert and slowly approached it.

Ahead was a small pond, no more than two zhang in circumference, the water smooth as a mirror and clear as a mirror.

The space outside the pond was shrouded in darkness, unable to see one's fingers.

He Lingchuan stood still on the lake shore and looked down to observe.

The depth of the water was unknown, but there was a blurry green light under the water, tied tightly by dark red threads, like a fish caught in a net.

The green light also discovered He Lingchuan and tried hard to bump into him.

He Lingchuan didn't move.

He guessed what this thing was. This is the territory of the Great Fanghu; it would be strange if the opponent could touch even a hair of his.

Sure enough, before the green light could rush out of the water, the red net mercilessly stopped it in its original place.

The green light suddenly spoke in human language:

"He Xiao!"

He Lingchuan sneered slightly.

This was originally the "fate" he couldn't escape, but now, he can look down on it from a high position.

Strengths and weaknesses swapped, perspectives reversed.

"Naluotian's avatar, nothing more than this."

Only the winner is qualified to say this.

"Didn't you claim to be the God of Fate?" He Lingchuan mocked it, "Now, aren't you also being bound and manipulated by 'fate'?"

He recognized the red thread binding Naluotian's avatar; it was very similar to the means Naluotian used in the secret realm battle. Is the Great Fanghu returning the favor in its own way? However, after he finished the battle in the Panlong Secret Realm, he made a request to the Great Fanghu to confirm the fate of Naluotian's avatar with his own eyes.

This request was very reasonable; he had worked so hard for so long, he couldn't let it be in vain.

In the following three months, this wish was never realized, and he thought the Great Fanghu was ignoring him.

Now it seems that it was finally finished.

In the battle of the Panlong Secret Realm, the Great Fanghu gained the most; just digesting the Qianling Treasure Cover and the Heavenly God avatar was enough to keep it busy for a long time.

Naluotian's avatar stopped struggling and quickly took on a human form.

That figure, those facial features, and the right hand hanging in front of the chest... were all exactly the same as He Lingchuan's.

He Lingchuan looked at Naluotian's avatar at the bottom of the water; it was like his reflection in the water, but it was entangled by the net and couldn't move.

Heh, if he had failed to resist Naluotian's divine descent, the one bound and hanging upside down in the sea of consciousness would probably be himself, right?

This was his original fate script, right?

The Great Fanghu is quite humorous, letting him and Naluotian's avatar swap scripts and roles.

This reflection opened its mouth, its tone full of resentment and confusion: "What method did you use to steal the Qianling Treasure Cover from Xushan?"

After being arrested by the Great Fanghu, it figured out many things, both with sudden realization and disbelief.

This kid dared to let He Chunhua summon the Heavenly God avatar in the Panlong Secret Realm because he was certain that the Great Fanghu would definitely intercept it.

So many people have entered the Panlong Desert; why did the Great Fanghu only help him? Unless the connection between the two is very deep, unless... he snatched back the lost cover for the Great Fanghu, making this divine artifact complete again.

Naluotian's avatar naturally knew about the attack on Xushan not long ago, and also knew what treasure was lost from the Star-Plucking Tower.

The one who could be related to the Great Fanghu is 90% likely the one who caused a scene in the Heavenly Palace! Reasoning from effect to cause, it is not difficult for Naluotian's avatar to string these clues together and find the truth.

He Lingchuan stood with his hands behind his back: "Borrowing momentum to lay out a plan, just like dealing with you this time."

After the Xushan incident, this was the first time he admitted it to an outsider.

But Naluotian's avatar was still confused; there was one thing it could never figure out:

Why He Xiao?

Why He Xiao?

This youth was just a vessel it had reserved more than a decade ago, growing up according to the playboy route He Chunhua set for him, at best having some fortune; how could he possibly gain the favor of the Great Fanghu, and how could he be qualified to do something that shook both realms?

(End of chapter)