Quick Transmigration: Reforming the Blackened Big BOSS

  The branch was overwhelmed, and something fell to the ground.

  Bai Qingyun turned his head and looked over.

  A token fell to the ground, stained with mud and blood.

   "Mu San, pick it up."

   "Yes, son."

  Musan took the token, wiped it clean, and handed it to Bai Qingyun.

   There is a fire cloud pattern on the token, and a word "Yan".

   "Yan Zi Ling..."

  Fragile fingers with visible thin blood vessels exerted a little force.

   "My lord, why is Yan Ziling here? Could it be..."

  Bai Qing squeezed her pale fingers, then turned to look at the girl who fell on the ground.

  Hair covered most of her face.

  Bleeding from the abdomen.

  Bai Qingyun suddenly opened his eyes wide.

   "Mu San, let's go!"

   His flat tone rarely conveyed panic or fear.

  Although Mu San didn't understand, he immediately pushed Bai Qingyun away.

  Bai Qingyun was holding the Yan word order in his hand, and it became tighter and tighter.

  After walking a few steps, he suddenly dropped the umbrella and stood up.

  Mu San watched in astonishment as his son walked towards the girl.

  Bai Qingyun took out a red bottle from his bosom, poured out the last medicine inside,

   "Young Master, this is the last Shengji Pill."

  Mu San anxiously reminded.

  Shengji Pill is a rare panacea, which has the effect of bringing the dead back to life.

  Bai Qingyun grabbed the girl's slender wrist.

   "There is still a breath... in time..."

  Hesitating for a moment, he gave the girl the last shengji pill.

   "Mu San, I will pay the price for my indifference..."

   Reason cannot overcome such emotions.

  The result is obvious.

  Bai Qingyun picked up the girl and put her on the wheelchair.

  Mu San didn't understand what Bai Qingyun was talking about, but said: "My lord, my subordinates only know that those who are soft-hearted will not end, only those who are indifferent and ruthless can survive."

  Maybe thinking that it has something to do with the girl in the wheelchair, Mu San looked at the girl full of hostility.

   "My lord, she has a relationship with Chongyan Palace."

Bai Qingyun picked up the red umbrella, her voice was inaudible: "Yan Ziling is in her hands, she must be Baitang, the next lord of Chongyan Palace. Excellent bones, he is a martial arts genius."

  Musan: "Chongyan Palace was wiped out half a month ago, leaving only this single seedling, what do you want to do with this girl?"

   "Cough cough cough..." Bai Qingyun became weaker all of a sudden, "Take it back to Cichen Hall, it would be a pity if we don't make use of these martial arts prodigies."

  Musan thought of something, and said, "My lord, I'm afraid she won't listen to us."

   What's more, the sword in the belly of this woman was done by him.

   "Cough cough cough cough..."

   Spit out a mouthful of blood, Bai Qingyun supported the wheelchair with his hands, and forced himself to breathe.

   "I have my own way. After all, time is running out..."

  Things have come to this point, I can't think about anything else.

  Musan: "My lord, this subordinate will definitely find a way to save you!"

  He raised his hand, his voice was weak and inaudible: "Go back."

   Didn't linger too much here.

  Backing to Cichen Hall, Mu Si applied medicine to Baitang and bandaged the wound.

  Bai Qingyun checked his pulse for a while, and said, "Mu Si, go and cut off a floating life."

  Fu Sheng, isn’t that a medicine for amnesia?

   The floating life that can be fried in Cichen Palace is also limited.

  Mu Si never disobeyed Bai Qingyun's orders.

  System 168 became very interested, and he was very happy to see the legendary crematorium.

   It shouldn’t be a problem to do a little trick, right?

hey-hey…

  The host probably won't smoke him when he comes back!

  Bai Qingyun picked up a mask and put it on his face, covering his entire face.