787 Black Hand, Left Bank scares the little girl

Zuo An refused to give in. Feng Qingchen refused to leave unless he said something. Feng Qingchen was so depressed. Was she looking for a bodyguard? She was looking for a master who needed her to serve him carefully.

Facing Zuo An's cold, unyielding face, Feng Qingchen sighed and explained in a serious tone, "I really can't do that. I've only seen the explosion of a thunderbolt. Today's explosion can only fool laymen. The Blood Robe Guards will notice something is wrong as soon as they see it."

She could not, even if she was beaten to death, tell anyone in the Dongling Imperial City that she could make a thunderous bomb. Unless the Ninth Prince was preparing to rebel, she could not reveal the fact that she could make a thunderous bomb.

No, even if the Ninth Prince rebelled, she couldn't say that she could make a thunder bomb. She was already being targeted by the killer organization, and she also had to be targeted by the people of the world. This was absolutely not possible. Unless one day, she had strength that was second only to one man and above ten million people, she could say that she could make a thunder bomb.

Feng Qingchen looked at Zuo An calmly. Zuo An's pale face wrinkled into a ball, and he said doubtfully, "Are you sure you can't do it? If you don't know how to make a thunder bomb, how do you know that you have to pour out the saltpeter from the firecrackers and ignite them together to achieve the effect of a thunder bomb? Feng Qingchen, you'd better tell the truth."

Zuo An clearly didn't believe Feng Qingchen and forced Feng Qingchen to explain clearly.

Tell the truth to your sister, Feng Qingchen gritted her teeth. She was taught that if she fell into the hands of the enemy, she must never tell the truth and must absolutely hide her talents and importance. People with talents and high status either die quickly or are watched very closely, making it difficult for them to escape.

"Zuo An, I declare again and again that I really can't do it. If I knew how to do it, I would have just used the real stuff instinctively. There would be no need to play any tricks. I would just blow up the Blood Robe Guard prison and rescue the people without bothering you." Feng Qingchen had a serious expression on her face. Even if Zuo An looked at her with murderous eyes, she would never change her words. If she couldn't do it, she wouldn't do it, and she would say so even if she died.

"Hmph." Not getting the answer he wanted, Zuo An turned his face away angrily, no longer paying attention to Feng Qingchen, and refused to let Feng Qingchen get on the carriage.

They are bullying him because he is new here. Do they really think he knows nothing? If Feng Qingchen really wants to use the Sky-shaking Bomb to blow up the Blood-clothed Guards' prison, then that Young Master Sun will also die. Feng Qingchen loves that Young Master Sun so much that she would never use the Sky-shaking Bomb to blow up the Blood-clothed Guards' prison.

Sweat... Feng Qingchen was so depressed. She clearly didn't ask Zuo An to come, but Zuo An came on his own and was so difficult to deal with.

Seeing that the Blood-Clothed Guards behind him were about to return to normal, Feng Qingchen had no choice but to step forward and say nice things and make a bunch of promises, so that Zuo An, a dangerous creature who could explode at any time, would believe that Feng Qingchen would not be a bomb.

After getting a lot of assurances, Uncle Zuo'an finally nodded his proud head, indicating that he believed Feng Qingchen for the time being and told him not to catch Feng Qingchen lying in the future.

Feng Qingchen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and repeatedly assured that he would never do that. He was not frightened to sweat in front of the Blood-Clothed Guards, but he was frightened to sweat in front of Zuo An. It was really embarrassing.

Master Zuo'an moved his hips to make room for Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen finally got on the carriage before the Blood-robed Guards caught up. Tong Jue and Tong Yao stepped forward and saluted: "Miss."

"No need to be polite." Feng Qingchen raised his hand to signal the two not to move. Seeing Sun Sixing lying on the horse, Feng Qingchen half-knelt beside him, took Sun Sixing's pulse, and asked, "How is Sixing?"

"To answer young lady's question, the young master didn't suffer much, just some flesh wounds." The skin exposed to the outside of Sun Sixing was in good condition. In the eyes of Tong Jue and Tong Yao, the whip wounds on his body were only surface injuries, and those whip wounds did not hurt Sun Sixing's bones.

"Really?" Feng Qingchen obviously didn't believe it. If it was just a flesh wound, with all the noise and bumps, Si Xing should have woken up long ago.

The interrogation authorities have many ways of torturing prisoners, and she has seen it with her own eyes. The most serious injuries are never visible, but are invisible to the eyes.

"Miss, after Young Master Sun was taken away by the Blood-Clothed Guards, the eldest son personally went to the Blood-Clothed Guards and asked them to take good care of Young Master Sun and not to hurt him. Young Master Cui also sent the steward of the Cui Mansion to the Blood-Clothed Guards. With pressure from the Cui and Wang families, the Blood-Clothed Guards will probably not dare to act recklessly." Tong Jue and Tong Yao persuaded carefully, and at the same time took out a warm towel to wipe Sun Sixing's face.

Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the Cui and Wang families were putting pressure on the Blood-Cloth Guards. However, when Feng Qingchen felt Sun Sixing's disordered pulse, his face changed drastically.

"how so?"

"Miss, what's wrong?" Tong Jue and Tong Yao were shocked and immediately stopped what they were doing.

"Get out." Feng Qingchen didn't have time to pay attention to the two of them and directly drove them out.

"Yes, yes." Tong Jue and Tong Yao didn't know what had happened, but seeing Feng Qingchen's scary face, they went out immediately, not daring to stay for even a moment longer.

There were only Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing in the carriage. Feng Qingchen had no scruples and lifted the blanket off Sun Sixing and unbuttoned his coat.

The fair skin was covered with scars, which looked like torn flesh, but the wounds were not deep. At first glance, these wounds were indeed not scary, but if you look closely, you will find that the wounds are white and the blood flowing out is also light in color. It is obvious that the wounds have been treated.

Feng Qingchen touched Sun Sixing's forehead and found that he didn't have a fever, but his breathing was very unstable. Then he saw that Sixing's brows were furrowed and he looked uneasy. He didn't know what kind of suffering he had endured in the Blood-Clothed Guard prison.

Feng Qingchen gently stroked Sun Sixing's forehead, and found that there was blood in Sun Sixing's hair, and his scalp was covered with fine wounds. The black hair on his head fell down when he touched it.

"Damn it, he actually did something to Si Xing." Feng Qingchen's eyes widened with flames of anger dancing in them.

The Blood-Clothed Guards were warned by the Cui and Wang families, so they dared not do anything to Sun Sixing openly, but they acted secretly, causing some invisible but fatal scars on Sun Sixing's body.

Feng Qingchen bit her lip and told herself to stay calm. Sixing's injuries were still waiting for her to examine and treat.

The wounds that were exposed on Sun Sixing were not obvious, and those hidden wounds could not be seen by the naked eye. Feng Qingchen activated the smart medical kit and examined Sun Sixing.

Normally, the smart medical kit can diagnose the patient's condition within thirty seconds, but this time it took a minute for the smart medical kit to respond.

The above shows that Sun Sixing suffered multiple soft tissue contusions, his brain was hit by gravity, he had concussion, and he also had craniocerebral injury and intracranial hematoma.

Sun Sixing's head looked fine on the surface, but in fact it was seriously injured. Feng Qingchen reached out and carefully touched Sun Sixing's head and found a bloody hole on the back of his head.

Feng Qingchen didn't dare to move Sun Sixing, and carefully laid him back down. She didn't know how many injuries Sun Sixing had on his body, and it would be terrible if he was injured again by moving him.

Feng Qingchen continued to press the smart medical kit to look at other diagnostic results. The examination results given by the smart medical kit were very general. It only said that Sun Sixing had a lung injury and multiple bruises on his body, and recommended going to the hospital for a comprehensive diagnosis.

"Stupid disciple, why don't you know how to protect yourself." Feng Qingchen carefully helped Sun Sixing up, let him lie on him, and held Sun Sixing's head steadily to prevent the bumpy carriage from injuring Sun Sixing's head again.

Feng Qingchen gently stroked Sun Sixing's head. Feng Qingchen's movements were as light as the brush of a feather. But even so, with Feng Qingchen's movements, the black hair on Sun Sixing's head kept falling down. And these were the injuries that Feng Qingchen could see. But how many more injuries did Sun Sixing have in places that Feng Qingchen could not see?

Feng Qingchen bit her lips, and blood dripped down her lips, but Feng Qingchen didn't feel the pain. She only knew that she was heartbroken to see Sun Sixing like this.

In her eyes, Sun Sixing is both her apprentice and her younger brother. She promised Doctor Sun that she would take good care of Sixing. What was the result?

Her good disciple, such a kind disciple, was actually framed by someone. Shunning Marquis' Mansion, just wait. I am not Feng Qingchen if I don't make you lose your reputation.

Feng Qingchen shed tears silently, and Tong Yao and Tong Jue were also anxious outside the carriage.

"Tong Yao, what do you think happened to the young lady? Isn't Young Master Sun fine?" Tong Jue was very uneasy. You know, it was she who accompanied Young Master Sun to the Shunning Marquis Mansion, but Young Master Sun was framed and imprisoned in the Blood-Clothed Guards.

"The young lady must be angry. Young Master Sun is such a good person, but those people are willing to kill him. It's really hateful." Tong Yao didn't know what was going on.

She thought Sun Sixing's injury was not serious.

"Young Master Sun's injuries shouldn't be serious. They're just some superficial wounds. I saw that Young Master Sun's hands and feet are fine, not injured." Tong Jue is not a talkative person. She is just very uneasy, very uneasy, and wants to find something to say so that she can feel at ease.

As a result, Tong Yao did not respond to her words. Zuo An snorted, "Naive, the injuries you see are just superficial. The real life-threatening injuries are invisible to the eyes."

"This...how could this be?" Zuo An's words made Tong Jue and Tong Yao's faces change drastically. They looked at Zuo An uneasily, hoping that Zuo An could say something nice.

Zuo An admitted that he didn't interact with people much. This was just a result of his job as a killer, not that he hated interacting with people. Seeing Tong Yao and Tong Jue pale with fear, Zuo An threatened maliciously, "Of course not. You should understand that in prison, the punishment for being seen by others will not be severe. The most serious punishment in prison is to commit a crime."

"A dirty trick?" Tong Jue and Tong Yao didn't know how to react. The two girls looked at Zuo An seriously like students, hoping that this Mr. Zuo, whom they just met, could help them solve their doubts.

Zuo An did not disappoint the two girls. He told them some common methods in the dark world, such as piercing the body with a half-meter-long silver needle, wrapping the head with a thick cloth and then banging it against the wall, crippling a man's penis, treating the man as a pedophile, and so on...

Every time Zuo An said something, Tong Jue and Tong Yao's faces turned paler, their eyes filled with fear, and they kept shaking their heads, "Impossible, impossible..."