Lu Xia was anxious and ran out of the woodshed to find someone to ask what happened, but there was no one outside. They might have gone to chase someone.

What should I do?

He calmed down and listened carefully to the movements around him. He found some sounds outside in the east and immediately went there.

There was an alley to the east of the mansion rented by Yan Cheng. Lu Xia, who was walking over with a sword in hand, ran into Yan Cheng and his group who were coming from another road.

"Master, the two men in the woodshed were kidnapped." He immediately reported the situation.

Yan Cheng nodded and said, why is it so lively here? It turns out that the eaves of his house is leaking.

In the alley, Yan Cheng's guards, the dark guards in black, and another group of masked men were fighting fiercely. The third in command, who had taken the muscle softening powder, and his guards were protected at the back.

The two of them felt something was wrong when they saw Yan Cheng coming. The third boss immediately shouted, "Hurry up! It will be too late if we don't leave now."

The masked leader trusted him enough to stop fighting with his opponent and hurriedly led his men to retreat without asking why. However, he looked back for some unknown reason just before disappearing.

However, it was this one glance that made his eyes widen and his pupils were shocked.

"Nan Rongxu?"

The tone was high, almost broken, comparable to the sound of a screaming chicken.

Leng Yan, who was skilled in Qing Kung and was ready to make the enemy bleed when he saw that he could not stop the enemy, was stunned for a moment when he heard the voice. The opponent was stunned first, but he also came to his senses earlier.

This name seems familiar, where have you heard it before?

Leng Yan thought in a daze that the pursuit paused for a moment, and it was this moment that gave the masked man a chance to escape.

"No, you are not Nan Rongxu."

He looked at Leng Yan deeply, turned around, picked up the third in command, and ran away using his lightness skills, followed by several masked men.

At the same time, another sword stabbed out from the right. Fortunately, Leng Yan's body instinctively warned and moved to the side, avoiding the important parts, leaving only a cut on his right arm that instantly bleeds.

The pain brought life back to Leng Yan's empty eyes.

However, the injury on his right arm and the dull pain in his brain hindered his movements, and he was unable to dodge when the sword stained with his blood stabbed at him again.

The blood-stained sword in the dark pupils continued to grow larger...

At the critical moment, Yan Cheng used the sword he snatched from Lu Xia to knock the sword away, then pulled Leng Yan, who was almost stabbed, behind him and stabbed him with a sword.

The sword finally missed, and the last enemy behind ran away, but this was not the key point. The most important thing was that Leng Yan was still alive.

Yan Cheng did not let the secret guards chase them. This group of people were generally very skilled in lightness skills, and his men could not catch up with them. After all, they had not been trained for a long time.

Lu Xia and the guards left, and the secret guards hid in the dark. Yan Cheng looked at Leng Yan's bleeding right arm, and was so angry that he dragged him towards the mansion.

"Leng Yan, what were you doing just now? Aren't you the best at using a sword? Why did you lose focus during the battle? Have you had enough of living?"

Beneath the angry rebuke lay his uncontrollable worry and anxiety.

He saw the confused look on Leng Yan's face, like a child who suddenly discovered that his parents loved the second child more.

What's going on?

Could it be that Leng Yan has recovered his memory? Was that person someone Leng Yan knew?

After returning to the mansion, Yan Cheng cut off Leng Yan's sleeve, revealing a wound that was still bleeding. Fortunately, the wound was not very deep and did not require special stitches.

Use warm water to wash away the stains and blood around the wound. After applying medicine, Yan Cheng took a white cloth and wrapped Leng Yan's arm in circles. Leng Yan was absent-minded during the process.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be planning to go back and change his clothes, Yan Cheng asked directly, "Were you called Nan Rongxu before?"