It was easy to feign death but difficult to feign dying. Qin Dong played his acting skills to the full extent.
"Feiyan, I…I'm so cold…cold…" He tried to vomit blood while murmuring with feeble breath.
The blackness of his pale face would cheat any smart person.
Qin Feiyan did not know what to do, sobbed in fear and held Qin Dong's hands tightly.
"Bro, you save me at the cost of your life. I'll reward your kindness. Don't worry. I won't let you die. I won't!"
Just now, Shi Wenqing intended to kill Qin Dong, but now he called him brother. Grateful to Qin Dong, She Wenqing would not hesitate if Qin Dong asked him to die.
Delighted, Qin Dong benefited a lot from this drama, overturned Qin Feiyan's attitude, and raised her love index from minus seventy to thirty. Moreover, only Shi Wenqing's gratitude and friendship were worthy of his effort. Shi Wenqing, a real master hand, was much stronger than Bi Xiu, Lu Tong and the other boys. He would become Qin Dong's right-hand man after careful cultivation.
"Come on! Help me to deliver him to Clan Qin. Now only his lordship can save him! Hurry!" Clear-minded, Qin Feiyan yelled and got rid of her sorrow.
Shi Wenqing hastened to carry Qin Dong and strode into car.
Qin Feiyan turned around, glared at transfixed Wei Gujian, and dragged Shi Xiaoyue to the car, which galloped to Clan Qin.
Wei Gujian did not figure out why the energy sword released by him reversed and attacked him.
"Help…help…" When he pondered, a weak cry came to his ears.
Wei Gujian found that Xi Feiyang was wounded more seriously than him. It would take more than one and half a year for him to recover.
Both Wei Gujian and Xi Feiyang suffered a crushing defeat in this fight. What frustrated Wei Gujian was that he did not even know how he lost the battle. Shouldering Xi Feiyang, Wei Gujian left with a sullen face.
On the way, Shi Wenqing held Qin Dong and never loosened his grip. But Qin Dong was unhappy. Qin Feiyan's arms were softer and warmer than Shi Wenqing's muscles as hard as steel.
In Clan Qin:
Qin Zongheng and Sun Yanglong tried their best to remove the cold air inside Zhao Qingchuan, Qian Renhou and Li Sandao's bodies.
Qin Zongheng took the charge of Zhao Qingchuan, and Suan Yanglong, Qian Renhou. Li Sandao restrained the surge of cold air by his own inner energy temporarily.
About one hour later, Qin Zongheng wiped out the sweat on his forehead, opened eyes and breathed out some turbid air, fatigue hiding between his eyebrows.
"Alas! The millennium cold air accumulates in their bodies. It will take much effort to get rid of them." Qin Zongheng sighed with a sullen face.
Awaiting Sun Yanglong's response for a long time, he turned back head in surprise.
Sun Yanglong placed both of his palms against Qian Renhou's back. Strange rays emitted from Sun Yanglong's body sometimes, greatly different from his own energy. He looked holy and noble in such lights.
To Qin Zongheng's surprise, white mists, the millennium cold air intruding into Qian Renhou's body, came out from his head top and its chill trembled Qin Zongheng.
He dispelled the cold air at a slow pace. Sun Yanglong' cultivation base was lower than Qin Zongheng's, however, his effect was better. Of course Qin Zongheng was astounded.
After a dozen minutes, he checked Qian Renhou's body and found about one fifth of the cold air had been eliminated. He consumed almost all of his energy, but only removed less than one tenth of the cold air in Zhao Qingchuan's body.
Qin Zongheng was impatient to ask Sun Yanglong when seeing he opened eyes, "What method do you use? Why you can dispel Qian Renhou's cold air easily?"
Sun Yanglong smiled bitterly, "Er…I'm not sure."
Qin Zongheng asked in surprise, "What do you mean?"