Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

"It's useless to say anything now. Go and send someone to rescue the leader." Song Qing's face was gloomy, and his cold eyes were filled with hatred. "Even if you step down the feihuazhai, you should bring the master out to me completely and completely!"

Ji Rao had a high fever and was injured in many places. He was unconscious. He was still wearing the white clothes of the banquet court, and the blood on his clothes was particularly dazzling.

"How is he?"

If these injuries were all caused by the banquet court, at first glance, his anxious appearance was quite real.

The doctor sighed. "I've given him all the medicine I can use, and the rest is up to him. With all due respect, even if he's barely alive, his leg is useless. Let me say a little more. His constitution is different from that of ordinary people. Is this the leader of the demon sect? "

The banquet court hesitated for a moment, afraid that he knew Ji Rao's identity and would not be well treated.

The doctor shook his head, "little Lord, don't be like this. I practice medicine for generations and don't ask about my identity. It's just that the environment in which the cult leader grew up may be different from that of ordinary people. In our country, some medicines do not work for him. It's better to ask the doctor of the demon sect to come here. It's just that the little Lord hates him like this He deserves to die here. "

The heart of the banquet court was suddenly pulled. He looked up at the man who had almost no voice on the bed, and suddenly a kind of uncontrollable panic rushed out.

"Is there no other way?"

The doctor was silent for a moment and then shook his head.

"You go down first."

The doctor packed his box and went out slowly. The banquet Court went to Ji Rao's bedside. He must have looked at him for a long time. His eyes flashed with inexplicable light.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. There are a few candlelight flickering sporadically. The candle light is blurred through the white window paper.

"It's dry and dry. Be careful of the fire." Beating the Gong in his hand, he went through the streets, shouting loudly and persistently with his own accent.

Whew, whew.

There were more than one shadow scurrying from the beam. At first glance, there were dozens of people.

"Ah Playing a softer leg, was scared to sit on the ground, the things in his hands hit the ground, made a lot of noise.

The black shadow moves very fast. They don't look at the watchmen. They fly away in one direction.

The process was just a moment, and when the shadow disappeared, the watchman picked up his Gong in a hurry and ran away in gray.

The room in the banquet hall was too cold. As soon as he went in, he couldn't help thinking about Ji Rao and his dead father. Heartache and revenge collided in his heart, almost crushing people. He didn't dare to go in. He could only shrink on the chair in the study. Lanbi put on his blanket carefully while he was asleep.

"Little master, little master is not good!"

The banquet hall suddenly woke up, his blanket fell to the ground, and as soon as he got up, someone rushed in.

"Little Lord, the mourning hall of master Zhai is on fire!"

"Where's my mother?"

"I don't know..."

The banquet court rushed out in an instant.

When he arrived, the disciples of feihuazhai were taking water to put out the fire, but the fire in the spirit hall was so fast that they couldn't even get in.

"Mother He grabbed a man. "Where's my mother?"

"No I don't know, young Lord. "

"Go and see if my mother's house has any of her. Go!"

"Yes, yes."

The red eyes of the banquet court looked at the raging fire and was stopped when he was about to rush in.

"Little Lord, little Lord, no, little Lord. Now go in and die, little Lord