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"Why have you come to look for Leng song this time?" Feng congyun asked.

"This nephew has come to find young lord Leng song mainly to inquire about some matters." Fan xingran said.

"You\'re late. " Feng congyun sighed and waved his hand, and a servant tactfully pulled open the screen.

"Argh! What\'s wrong with young master Leng song?" Fan xingran asked in surprise when he saw Feng lengsong lying on the bed.

"He\'s heavily injured. " Feng congyun sighed and said.

"Who is so bold to injure young master Leng song to this extent?" "Lengsong!" Fan xingran roared with righteous indignation, then rushed to the bedside and held Feng lengsong\'s hand. He said with tears in his eyes,"lengsong, how are you? are you hurt? I\'m your cousin, and I\'ve come to see you."

"There\'s no need to talk to him. His meridians and sea of Qi are completely crippled, and his divine sense has also been seriously injured. Although he\'s still breathing, he\'s no different from a dead person. " Feng congyun said.

"What? impossible! This is impossible!" Fan xingran\'s chubby body shook violently a few times. He knelt by the bed and wailed,"Leng song, how did you get hurt like this? although we\'re not Blood Brothers, we\'re like brothers. We\'ve relied on each other for so many years, but you\'ve become like this in just a few years. What do you want me to do? what should I do in the future?"

Fan xingran was crying so hard that his nose was snot and tears were flowing out of his eyes. It was truly a sad scene. However, as he cried, he pinched his thigh hard. There was no other way. If he did not pinch it hard, he would not cry.

However, when the wailing that sounded like a pig being slaughtered entered their ears, it made everyone\'s hair stand on end. Not to mention that Feng lengsong was not dead yet, even if he was dead, you would still do what you were supposed to do. Are you two as close as brothers or as close as glass? Besides, I\'ve never seen Feng lengsong having such a good relationship with you in the past.

Speaking of which, fan xingran had learned this miserable howl from ye Xiaoqi, but he was learning on the spot and was far inferior to ye Xiaoqi in terms of realm. In fact, ye Xiaoqi\'s realm was already low enough.

"Xingran, don\'t cry anymore. Don\'t disturb Leng song\'s rest." Although he could tell that fatty fan\'s wailing was mostly an act, Feng congyun was still in a low mood and a little sad. He didn\'t take it to heart and advised him.

"Uncle master, don\'t worry too much. I\'ll go back to the Chamber of Commerce and invite a spirit Alchemist here. I\'m sure he\'ll be able to cure young master Leng song." Fan xingran wiped his tears, stood up and said. He had pinched his thigh too hard just now, and his movements were still a little clumsy.

"There\'s no need. We\'ve already asked a spirit Alchemist to take a look, but there was nothing he could do. I\'m afraid Leng song will have to lie in bed like this for the rest of his life." Feng congyun said dejectedly.

"How can an ordinary spirit Alchemist be compared to the spirit Alchemist of our Xingfeng Chamber of Commerce? uncle clan head, don\'t worry. In less than three days, I will definitely invite the spirit Alchemist of the Chamber of Commerce back." Fan xingran said with pride.

"Alchemy Grandmaster Liu Wuyan also came to take a look, and he said the same thing." Feng congyun shook his head and said.

"Master Liu Wuyan ..." Fan xingran opened his mouth, but he couldn\'t say anything.

Even he said that?

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