[BL]Lantern: Reflection Of The Peach Blossom

Chapter 22

Yang Jinpingcuo gritted his teeth and said, "Isn't it something that Yu Jingzhong's little lover brought from Japan is also a sacred thing? Is there any life-saving effect?"

The gray man just wanted to say something, and suddenly the door of the ward was knocked twice and then opened. A man walked in quickly, leaned over Yang Jinpingcuo's ear and whispered, "Deputy team leader, it's not good. The team leader Feng Si took all the souls and souls of everyone, and the fifth group was destroyed..."

Yang Jinping's face changed dramatically: "What are you talking about?"

There was silence in the ward, and the air was almost tense.

It was in this suffocating atmosphere that suddenly only heard the gray-clothed people sneer: "It doesn't matter, the Phoenix Ming King hands us."

The four grey men turned around and walked to the door at the same time. They could be seen under the light. Their bodies exuded extremely imperceptible gas, which looked like they were shrouded in the faint black smoke. As they passed by, they left wet, dark footprints on the ground. However, when exposed to the air, they quickly dried up, leaving only a layer of gray gravel-like particles.

"--How much confidence do you have?" Yang Jinping said behind his back.

"It's just a person at the end of a strong crossbow, there is nothing terrible..." The gray-clad head didn't return, and soon disappeared at the end of the dim hospital basement corridor. "... Even if the Phoenix Ming King is dedicated to Lord Mozun, it should be It's not difficult."

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As the gray-clothed man left, the decayed breath that filled the ward seemed to be blown away by the air.

Yang Jinping took a deep breath and looked back at the doctors who could hardly hide their worries and the old man on the bed. The sound of the medical instruments seemed to make him particularly upset. He habitually wanted to touch the cigarette and stopped halfway with his hand.

He turned around and his opponent ordered: "Bring Yan Lanyu."

The man nodded and led away, and after a while pushed a wheelchair from outside the door. Yan Lanyu, who was unconscious about his work, was placed on a wheelchair, his head tilted, and his hair fell to the side of his eyes. His face looked transparent and white.

Yang Jinping looked coldly and said, "Wake him up."

Put your hand on the position of a certain acupuncture point on Yan Lanyu's head. However, this means that even the dead can wake up this time was useless, and the men pressed it harder two or three times. Yan Lanyu finally twitched and slowly opened her eyes.

Yang Jinping looked at him from the top and asked, "Wake up?"

"..." Yan Lanyu leaned on the back of the chair, and because of the severe pain, she kept puffing her air, coughing out the blood foam from the trachea for a long time, and barely recovered her breath.

"...You... who are you?" he asked intermittently.

"I am Yu Jingzhong," Yang Jinping smiled and asked, "Why do you ask?"

"Aren't you... who are you? Where is Yu Jingzhong?"

The smile on Yang Jinping's face disappeared. He stared at Yan Lanyu's haggard face and asked for a long time: "Everyone didn't recognize it, and even Zhou Hui was just puzzled. It's just wrong when you see me for the first time. How did I expose it? Or, did I sleep? Feelings are different, can you recognize them at a glance?

Yan Lanyu's cracked and bleeding lips were ticked, and there was a hint of cunning in his smile:

"No, I haven't slept." He said, "There is nothing between us... don't take me to insult Yu Jingzhong."