He turned the spearhead towards Xiao Ran, but it was just ntioned in passing, leaving no trace.
"I know about Xiao Ran and Lord Bao teaming up to almost kill a Second-Grade expert. Xiao Ran also told that while he was practicing his spear in the backyard, soone sent an arrow with a ssage, telling him I was in danger. I believe what you’re saying."
"However, after the incident, every ti Xiao Ran ca to Zhenbei Prison, he was extra cautious and patrolled outside the prison. Why didn’t he detect any suspicious traces? When I left the prison, I didn’t feel anyone was following either?"
Han Dong felt there were flaws in Jiang Feng’s words.
"Sister Dong, both you and Xiao Ran are first-class martial talents, and Xiao Ran’s strength surpasses mine, but that previous Second-Grade Martial Artist, if it weren’t for my warning, neither Xiao Ran nor Lord Bao would have known."
Although my strength is not as good as his.
One pair of eyes is definitely sharper than his.
Earlier, he couldn’t even detect soone ambushing, and later, they were even more cautious. How could he possibly notice, not to ntion you, Sister Dong."
Jiang Feng retorted.
"This..."
Han Dong was at a loss for words.
Silenced by Jiang Feng.
"I’m not after fa and fortune, I just want to be a Little Prison Chief at Zhenbei Prison, have a drink with Sister Dong when there’s nothing to do, and visit Uncle Huo’s house during holidays, tease Little Huowa.
There are too many people in Dragon Capital, and things are too complicated, with various power struggles, overt and covert battles, I don’t want to be entangled in it.
That’s why I resorted to this last resort.
The first ti Sister Dong ca to my house, and asked why I was willing to be a Little Prison Chief.
At the ti, I said.
Wandering the martial world with a sword, focused wholeheartedly on cultivation.
My heart remains the sa now.
It’s just a pity that now, trying to extricate myself isn’t that easy."
After speaking, Jiang Feng looked dejected, his face full of disappointnt.
Han Dong, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but feel guilty, and under Jiang Feng’s guidance, upon careful consideration, it seed she really had inadvertently dragged Jiang Feng into this ss, with Jiang Feng taking action several tis just to save her.
If he left on horseback today, leaving her alone on the hillside, who would know about what he did?
Ultimately, wasn’t it because of her?
"I..."
Han Dong, feeling guilty, was left speechless.
After hesitating for a while, she said, "It’s because of that you’re involved, I’ll find a way to keep you out of it."
"Sister Dong, I don’t an to bla you, you’ve treated well, and if you’re in danger, I can’t just sit by and do nothing."
Jiang Feng sincerely said to Han Dong.
"This... I know."
Under Jiang Feng’s utterly sincere gaze, Han Dong slightly lowered her head.
"Sister Dong, let peel you another mango."
Jiang Feng shifted the focus and said.
"No need, I’ll peel it myself. Don’t just stand there, eat so too. There’s too much fruit, I can’t finish it all."
Han Dong hastily waved her hand, picked up two pieces of fruit, and handed one to Jiang Feng.
"Mm, thank you, Sister Dong."
Jiang Feng chuckled and peeled the mango with Han Dong.
A true sigh of relief was in his heart.
It seed he had successfully muddled through.
He fabricated that soone was constantly watching Han Dong, taking advantage of Han Dong’s insufficient strength, unable to confirm if anyone was following her. Even if Han Dong felt sothing was off, she had no way to correct it. Plus, Jiang Feng really had saved her several tis, so Han Dong’s inner mind would consciously fill in the story.
Making it all look as it was supposed to be.
"Sister Dong, if Lord Bao never sends the signal, do we just keep waiting?"
After finishing the mango, Jiang Feng asked.
"Mm, but it won’t be long. Before it gets dark, we should definitely see the signal."
Han Dong estimated the ti.
"Okay, once we see the signal, we’ll head back to Dragon Capital."
Jiang Feng said happily.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Han Dong’s expression beca uncomfortable, clutching her chest, and blood appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Sister Dong, what’s wrong?"
Jiang Feng was startled.
He had just transferred Primordial Power to Han Dong, how could it end up like this?
"The internal injury flared up, and the poison invaded my organs, it seems the Primordial Power you transferred couldn’t hold it back."
Han Dong forced a smile.
"I still have Primordial Power."
Jiang Feng grabbed Han Dong’s hands, sitting in front of Han Dong.
"Dong’Er."
Just as he was about to transfer Primordial Power into Han Dong’s hands.
A voice suddenly ca from below.
The next mont.
A figure shot up and arrived at the Mountain Spring Pool.
The newcor was none other than Xiao Ran.
He was worried about Han Dong’s safety.
From the mountain’s base, he circled to the back of the cliff, searching various nearby places. When he was at a loss for clues, he encountered a panicked warhorse.
Following the direction the horse ran from.
Near a small slope, he found twenty bodies.
On the small slope, he saw signs left by soone, and following those traces, he ca over here.
As he approached, he saw a horse grazing by the Mountain Spring Pool, excitedly shouting, using his body technique to leap up from below, and imdiately saw Han Dong and Jiang Feng.
At that mont, he was ecstatic, laughing involuntarily.
But, when his gaze fell on Jiang Feng sitting in front of Han Dong, their hands holding together, his smile froze instantly.
"Sister Dong is injured, I was trying to help her heal."
Confirming it was Xiao Ran, Jiang Feng explained.
Just now Han Dong’s injury acted up, his attention was entirely on Han Dong. By the ti he sensed auras approaching, when he turned back, Xiao Ran had already reached the Mountain Spring Pool, leaving only thirty to forty ters between them.
"You, a Little Prison Chief, how can you save Dong’Er, get lost!"
Xiao Ran hurried over.
Wasn’t willing to let Jiang Feng touch Han Dong, not even holding hands.
Jiang Feng tactfully moved aside.
Transferring Primordial Power to save people is not an easy task.
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