"Ah? Hmm." Elder Di San was stunned for a moment, then nodded perfunctorily, not in the mood to pay attention to him at all.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

'Bang--'

The storm above Fengtai subsided, and the people inside gradually appeared.

Fu Xinghe was lying on the ground covered in blood, breathing weakly and dying.

The girl stood on the rubble, her white clothes almost completely stained with blood. Her right cheek was cut by the wind blade, and blood slid down the wound to her jaw.

The most eye-catching thing is the pair of strange red blood-red eyes!

Her eyes and brows were cold, yet seemed evil and arrogant.

When the Third Elder of the Emperor saw her like this, his heart skipped a beat, feeling both familiar and unfamiliar.

The difference between Yun Zheng and Miss Di Lan is that Yun Zheng is bright and unrestrained, while Miss Di Lan is gentle but cold-hearted.

"Zheng Zheng!"

"Ayun!"

The shouts pulled everyone out of their extreme shock.

Six figures quickly came to Yun Zheng's side, and Nangong Qingqing skillfully took the blood-covered Yun Zheng into her arms.

Yun Zheng leaned on her shoulder, her strong body collapsing in an instant. She said weakly, "Ahem... Beautiful Qingqing, I'm so sleepy..."

"I'll go to sleep later. Take some pills first."

Yan Chen's face was serious. He took out bottles of pills from the storage space, opened the bottle caps, and fed them to her one by one.

Yun Zheng smiled weakly, "...Why does it still smell like spiritual fruit?"

Mo Jing continued, "Ayun, this is the flavor Yan Chen prepared specifically for you. He also prepared a meat-flavored pill for me."

Yun Zheng: “…”