Chapter Ninety-Three: Light Injury

  A huge object fell from somewhere on the third floor.

  Glass shattering. Xiù Shèng Fēng picks up Jiǔ Měi Luò Lán again and walks to the shattered window.

  A leap...

  Then they landed. He still held her in his arms. They had landed safely.

  The sky recalled the noise of an airplane. Two people simultaneously lifted their heads, a turning point for the Soul Devouring Sect.

  "It's Lanlan!" came Xia Zhichun's voice from a short distance away.

  Jiūměi luò lán tiào le xià lái zì xiū shèng fēng de huái lǐ.

  English Translation: Jiūměi jumped down from the arms of Xiū Shèng Fēng.

  "Blue, hurry up and leave, the building is going to collapse!!" Xia Zhi Chun's voice became urgent. Her pupils kept enlarging.

  Jiūměi lán meng de yī huí tóu, lóu yáo de tài měng liè le!

  Translation: Jiumei Blue suddenly turned around, the building shook too violently!

  Boom! A loud noise, in an instant, something soft fell to the ground.

  Xiu Sheng Feng! This gentle thing that covers him, who else could it be besides Xiu Sheng Feng? What is he doing, doesn't he know those things will crush him to death? Why did he take the hit for her? Has he gone mad?!

  "Madman!! Let go quickly, what are you doing?!" She urged anxiously, wanting to push away Xiū Shèng Fēng. Although they had already exited the building, those stones wouldn't recognize anyone!

  He didn't answer her.

  Pressed under his body, she lay on her back against him, unaware of his current state. "Hey, what's wrong with you? You're not going to die, are you?! Hey, Xiushengfeng!"

  "Hey, Shengfeng, wake up quickly! Hey! Don't go crazy! Don't go crazy!"

  His body pressed down a bit more. A pair of large hands wrapped around her head.

  Jiūměi Lán was stunned. He still had a pulse, so why wasn't he responding to her?

  "How much more do you want me to owe you!!" The anger was gone from his voice, replaced by a flat tone.

  "Just take me for a madman." The person above finally replied. But unexpectedly, the reply was such a sentence.

  I don't know what to say. The building collapsed. She is safe. But how about him on her body?

  "Wind~~~~~"

  "Blue blue~~~~~~..."

  A man and woman's anxious voices came through.

  Just a few minutes... only a few minutes, the warm body that had been pressed against her back was gone. But who knew how long those short few minutes were for her.

  "Wind, how are you?" Ye Lingxi looked at Xiuxian Feng.

  Xiu Shengfeng calmly shook his head "I'm fine."

  "Tell Zhī Chún to go to the villa and wait," Jiǔ Měi Luò Lán stood up, forgetting to glance at Xiū Shèng Fēng, and whispered to Xià Zhī Chún.

  Xia Zhi Chun nodded slightly.

  The Soul Reaper's detour wasn't in vain either, as they brought all four people back to Japan.

  In the Japanese MM family's villa.

  "Sir, please follow me. Sugar Heart will check your body." Sugar Heart politely nodded at Xiuxian Feng.

  Xiu Shengfeng gave him a cold glance. "I'm fine."

  "Your arm has suffered a huge impact, if not treated in time, it may leave sequelae." Sugar Heart stepped forward and attached the repair saint wind to bring him into a room.

  Three people anxiously waited in the living room.

  It was almost midnight when the door was finally pushed open, and Xiu Shengfeng walked in with Tang Xin following behind him.

  "She's fine now." Sugar Heart smiled sweetly at the two masters, although she didn't know what kind of relationship they had with Master El'goroth, but in front of outsiders, she would never address them as teachers.

  Xiu Shengfeng walked right up to Jiumeiluo Lan's face as soon as he came out. "Want to chat?"

  Jiū Měi Luò Lán slightly furrowed her brow and nodded her head.

  Zai Yan Ling Xi, Xia Zhi Chun, Tang Xin's eyes followed them down, and the two walked to a stop in the small courtyard outside the villa.