Seeing Qi Zhen being beaten by her brother without any chance to fight back in order to protect her, Zhilan felt heartbroken.
She could only compromise temporarily with her brother in exchange for Qi Zhen's life.
Yang Qian took over as the patriarch of the Yang clan at a very young age. Over the years, he has lived in all kinds of intrigue and viciousness every day.
Over time, he himself became the most cold-blooded and ruthless person.
Zhilan was absolutely certain that if she did not compromise, Qi Zhen would die at the hands of Yang Qian today.
Sure enough, after hearing Zhilan's shrill cry, the hot flame in Yang Qian's palm stopped shooting towards Qi Zhen.
His sinister eyes stared at Zhilan under Qi Zhen.
The sight of Qi Zhen embracing Zhilan was too jarring. Yang Qian took a few steps forward and kicked Qi Zhen's bloody back several times, knocking him to the ground.
Qi Zhen curled up on the ground, his body shaking uncontrollably, blood gushing from his nose and mouth. His eyes were fixed on Yang Qian, who was looking down at him. His hands were tightly gripping Zhilan's sleeves.
"You are worthy of being my sister, Yang Qian."
As Yang Qian spoke, he raised his foot and crushed Qi Zhen's wrist hard.
There was a crisp sound of broken bones. Yang Qian had actually crushed Qi Zhen's wrist.
Qi Zhen cried out in pain, his face twisted and ferocious.
"Brother Zhen..."
Zhilan was crying out of breath. Before she could touch Qi Zhen's little hand, Yang Qian lifted it up and threw it to the person next to him.
Zhilan was imprisoned, unable to break free, and could only cry out in shock.
The piercing pain in his wrist made Qi Zhen's consciousness unclear at times and blurred at others.
Yang Qian squatted down and stared at Qi Zhen's filthy face with a look of contempt and disgust, as if he was looking at a dying bug.
Before leaving, he raised his arm and swept it towards Qi Zhen behind him. Qi Zhen, who was curled up on the ground, groaned and stopped moving in an instant.
Zhilan was imprisoned in the bedroom by Yang Qian. With the experience of escaping before, Yang Qian set up a barrier outside the bedroom this time.
Qi Zhen lay in a pool of blood and was not discovered by the Qi people until the next morning.
All of Qi Zhen's tendons and veins were broken, one of his wrist bones was fractured, and his internal organs also suffered varying degrees of injuries.
Seeing Qi Zhen being treated so cruelly, the anger of all the people in the Qi clan reached its peak.
They cursed, waved their weapons, and shouted that they were going to fight the Yang clan to the death.
In the end, Qi Zhen's father gave a death order with a cold face: no one is allowed to act rashly until Qi Zhen wakes up.
This suppressed the clamor.
Looking at Qi Zhen lying motionless on the bed wrapped up like a mummy, Liang Meng was shocked and confused.
She had seen Qi Zhen's spiritual power before. Although it was not earth-shattering enough to make the gods and ghosts weep, it was not enough to make Yang Qian surrender with just one move.
But he was still able to fight Yang Qian for hundreds of rounds with ease.
How could he be injured so badly, even nearly losing his life?
Because of Liang Meng's kindness in saving Qi Zhen, Uncle Qi did not hide anything from her.
It turned out that the Yang Clan had been secretly cultivating forbidden spiritual power since Yang Zhan. Although this spiritual power was extremely life-consuming, it could increase spiritual power by more than ten levels in a short period of time.
Liang Meng nodded in understanding, nodded to Uncle Qi, and pushed the door open to go out.
The first thing Qi Zhen said when he opened his eyes was to ask how Zhilan was doing.
At that time, besides Uncle Qi, there was also Liang Meng in the room.
But it was obvious that Uncle Qi had completely regarded Liang Meng as his own. He did not avoid Liang Meng at all when he spoke.
"You and Na Zhilan can't."
Regardless of the fact that Qi Zhen was still seriously injured, Uncle Qi put his hands behind his back and stared at Qi Zhen lying on the bed with his majestic and sharp eyes without blinking.
"father."
Qi Zhen was anxious and struggled to get up from the bed, but the moment he moved, his wound was affected. He frowned and cried out in pain, then lay down again.
"Dad, Zhilan and I are truly in love. I hope you will support us."
Qi Zhen tilted his neck hard, the veins on his neck bulging out fiercely from the exertion. His eyes were full of pleading as he looked at Uncle Qi.
Qi Zhen had always been extremely arrogant since childhood, and he had never been so humble. He never expected that today, for the sake of an enemy's daughter, he would...
"Anyone can do it, except Zhilan."
Uncle Qi's words did not change at all despite Qi Zhen's pleading. Instead, they became even more hardened.
Liang Mengyin had learned about the feud between the two tribes from Zhilan early in the morning, so he was not at all surprised by Uncle Qi's attitude.
What she is most concerned about now is why Qi Zhen abandoned Zhilan and married another woman.
She felt that the answer to this question was about to be revealed.
Uncle Qi has not set foot in Qi Zhen's room since he left that day.
Although Qi Zhen was worried about Zhilan, his sick body made it difficult for him to move at all. He lay in bed day and night, staring out the window with longing eyes.
With such anxiety, the wounds naturally healed more slowly.
It took more than a month before I was able to get out of bed and walk.
Like Qi Zhen, Liang Meng was also very worried about Zhilan's situation.
That night, Liang Meng came to Zhilan's bedroom alone. Of course, he was blocked outside the door by the barrier.
Liang Meng took a few steps back, activated the Chixuan Sword Seal, and broke the barrier with a talisman.
When Zhilan saw Liang Meng, she held her hand and cried, asking about Qi Zhen's injury.
In fact, Qi Zhen was still unable to get out of bed at that time, but in order to prevent Zhilan from worrying too much, Liang Meng lied to her and told her that Qi Zhen was almost well.
Zhilan continued to cry.
After only half a month of not seeing her, Liang Meng was distressed to find that Zhilan had become so thin that she was almost unrecognizable.
Her once fair, soft, and chubby face was completely sunken, and her eyes were red and swollen from crying so much. Her once clear and bright voice was now hoarse.
Like a piece of torn cloth.
Liang Meng originally wanted to take Zhilan away. Even if they couldn't elope, it would be good to meet Qi Zhen and express their longing for him. However, Zhilan refused.
She knew that as long as she and Qi Zhen left, her brother would definitely go to the Qi clan and kill them all to vent his hatred.
She couldn't be so selfish. Qi Zhen couldn't possibly put the entire clan in danger for his own selfish reasons.
"So what are you going to do?"
Before leaving, Liang Meng held Zhilan's bony hands and asked.
"I don't know either."
Zhilan first lowered her head and said softly, then raised her head and looked at Liang Meng with a firm look and added.
"I only know that in this life, I will not marry anyone other than Brother Zhen."
Later, Liang Meng relayed Zhilan's words to Qi Zhen.
After hearing this, Qi Zhen said nothing. He just clenched the quilt tightly with both hands. After a while, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
well......
Zhilan and Qi Zhen are having a hard time!
Liang Meng sighed and turned away.
When Qi Zhen was able to get out of bed and walk, the first thing he did was to find Uncle Qi and kneel down straight.
He only said one sentence from beginning to end.
"I will marry Zhilan in this life, I hope my father will grant my wish."
Uncle Qi said nothing about this. When Qi Zhen wanted to kneel, he let him do so.
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