At night, in a small restaurant at the corner of Qingzhou City's Vermillion Bird Street.

The lanterns were like beans, with Xu Buxing and the other Seven Tigers of Qingzhou sitting around the table, all of them had worried looks on their faces.

"Big brother! I don't believe that no one can cure your illness! At most, I'll just go to the capital tomorrow and invite a famous doctor to treat your illness! "

The second brother of the seven tigers said indignantly.

"Yes!" Even though that Meng Kang died miserably, the Hui Chun Wan's recipe wasn't lost. I'll go and grab the shopkeeper and the shop assistant of Qing Yuan Medicine Store over, I don't believe that I can't force out the recipe! "

The fourth brother of the Seven Tigers of Qingzhou gritted his teeth and said.

"Sigh!" That Meng Kang is really pitiful, he easily angered the entire Flos Lonicerae, and their entire family was exterminated, he even caused us, the Void Stage Elders, to have no place to treat him. "

The one who spoke was the seventh brother of the Seven Tigers of Qingzhou. His family background was similar to Meng Kang's;

"Pity my ass, if he didn't expose our boss's hidden injuries, would we have been so passive?"

Third brother of the Seven Tigers of Qingzhou said angrily.

"Stop arguing! There was no point in saying these things now! Because it's already too late. Tomorrow morning, Father will see me! They're probably checking for hidden injuries on my body! Brothers, I, Xu Buxing, appreciate your kindness! Tonight will be our Seven Tigers' last reunion. After tomorrow, I will leave Qingzhou City and return to my hometown! "

When Xu Buxing spoke, his eyes were filled with tears, his mind was filled with the scenes of yesterday, he did not know if he should blame it on the unfortunate Meng Kang, or if it should not, because at this point, fate had made a fool of him, and he had no way to turn the situation around.

"Xu Buxing! Do you want the Hui Chun Wan? "

At this moment, a low voice sounded from the side.

The Seven Tigers of Qingzhou woke up at the same time, and seven pairs of eyes looked at the man at the entrance of the small pavilion.

There was a man in black standing at the entrance. He was wearing ordinary black cloth and his head was lowered. His appearance could not be clearly seen, but his voice was clearly heard by the seven people.

Xu Buxing stood up abruptly, staring straight at the man: "What did you say?"

"I have a Hui Chun Wan! Furthermore, there is more than one pill which can cure the hidden injuries on your body and help you overcome tomorrow's crisis! "

The man in black did not move. His voice sounded stiff.

"Who are you? "Don't you dare tease me!"

Xu Buxing laughed bitterly, and immediately sat back down.

The entire city knew of the tragic situation in Mengyuan last night. Meng Kang had already died in the hands of the Flos Lonicerae, so where did this Hui Chun Wan come from?

"Who I am is not important. What's important is whether you are willing or not. One Hui Chun Wan can't cure your hidden injuries, but it can help you smoothly pass through tomorrow's obstacles. Do you really not want to try? "

The man in black tried his best to speak in a low voice.

"Is that true?"

Xu Buxing naturally wanted to gamble. Although he knew that the chances of it happening wasn't high, he couldn't help but be tempted by this person.

"I didn't give you the Hui Chun Wan for nothing, you have to give me what I want in exchange!"

After the black clothed man said this, Xu Buxing believed what he said even more.

"Very well, then we can talk alone!"

The man in black took out a pill from his pocket and placed it on his palm.

Outside the Mengyuan in the middle of the night.

Mengyuan, who used to be filled with friends and friends, was exceptionally quiet tonight.

The road outside the Mengyuan was extremely quiet. After last night's tragedy, the neighboring families would either hide outside to visit their relatives or turn off the lights early in the morning and go to sleep.

The previously bustling and noisy street had become much quieter, as if it was a completely different world when compared to the street market just now.

Meng Kang walked over to the walls of the Mengyuan and endured the pain in his heart. He wished that it was just a dream last night.

Not far away, there was a flickering flame.

Meng Kang walked towards the light. After walking a few steps, he heard a low shout from the darkness, "Who is it? "The Mu Rong family is here, leave as soon as possible!"

Meng Kang's body trembled, he subconsciously wanted to touch his face, but he immediately resisted his impulse and shouted towards the darkness: "Miss Murong, someone asked me to bring you a letter!"

The girl's voice came faintly from the fire ahead. After a while, the person in the darkness said, "Who wants to bring a letter to Miss? State your name! "

Meng Kang knew that the person who spoke was definitely a bodyguard expert of the Mu Rong family. It was never easy to get close to Murong Bingxue, but he had to do it tonight!

Meng Kang cleared his throat, steeled his heart, and began to sing loudly, "Seven days before winter broke, the pear blossoms on the tree have bloomed, the pitiful Mengyuan soul is here, there is no more Little Meng in this world!"

His voice was loud and forceful, and he was very generous. In an instant, his voice had reached the other side.

He first heard the startled cry of a woman, then suddenly felt a gust of wind blow against his face. Focusing his gaze, he saw that Murong Bingxue had already charged forward.

"Hmm? If you are not Meng Kang, then who are you? "

When Murong Bingxue saw Meng Kang, she was first stunned, then said while frowning.

She had hidden some kind of indescribable emotion when she came to the Mengyuan tonight.

It was unknown whether it was because she felt indignant for the Meng Residence or because she felt sympathy for the youth who had once sat by her window for seven days and seven nights. In any case, she had still come.

When she heard the voice just now, her hair stood on end and her first reaction was that Meng Kang had returned.

Because she heard her father say that Meng Kang's corpse was missing from the Mengyuan, but when she saw that he was a stranger, and even somewhat ugly young man in front of her, Murong Bingxue felt very disappointed, and her mood grew even worse.

Meng Kang was sweating profusely at this moment. According to his plans, this first step was the most critical and unconfident step, because he was not sure if Murong Bingxue would recognize him, and even more so, unsure of what his true intentions were, and could only gamble with his life.

However, from the looks of it, it was not bad!

"Miss Murong, I was entrusted by a friend to pass this letter to you! I hope you can transfer it to City Lord Murong! "

After Meng Kang finished speaking, he took out the letter that he had just written on the large limestone at the corner of the street.

Murong Bingxue did not take the letter, but asked with a face full of suspicion: "Is he, is he still alive?"

Meng Kang did not wait for Murong Bingxue to think further, he clasped his hands together and said: "Miss Murong, this lowly one is only sending the message for my friend, I don't know anything else. I still have matters to attend to, so I'll be taking my leave first! "

With that, Meng Kang placed the letter gently on the ground, then turned and left without any hesitation.

Murong Bingxue was puzzled, under her curiosity, she picked up the letter from the ground.

This scene was clearly seen by old assassin who was on the opposite side of the roof. She was secretly astonished in her heart, as she did not know what kind of medicine this Meng Kang brat was trying to pull!

Could it be that this brat knew that he was bound to die and wanted to send this little girl a letter?

Other than that, even if old assassin wanted to kill him, she had no idea what this brat's intentions were.

The second day. Noon. The red sun was high in the sky.

Ten kilometers away from Qingzhou City, on top of the peak of Cyan Plains Mountain, a middle-aged man dressed in embroidered clothing appeared.

He was the master of the Qingzhou City, Murong Xiongguan. The reason why he came to this grave outside the city alone, was because of the letter his daughter had given him last night.

The contents of the letter moved his heart, so he came alone to investigate.

On the other side of one of the graves, Murong Xiongguan found the owner of the letter, Meng Kang.

Meng Kang had already recovered his appearance. Both of his hands behind his head, with his back against a grave, and a blade of grass that he had pulled from the grave in his mouth, he was not surprised to see Murong Xiongguan here. On the contrary, he calmly nodded his head.