Chapter 37 Whip marks

He Yiming's body was like lightning, and in a flash, he had already passed through the buildings between the two courtyards.

When he returned here, what he saw at first was Xie Mingjin, who looked guilty and a hint of panic. Not only that, a slight sob came from He Yiming's ears.

If he hadn't had the superb skills of Shunfeng's ears, he might not have been able to hear it clearly at this moment.

The direction of the sound was the room where Yuan Lixuan lived. It was clearly that after she returned to this place, she immediately entered the room and cried in secret.

He Yiming's eyes immediately fell on Xie Mingjin.

Xie Mingjin looked up and said in a deep voice: "Brother, I'm sorry."

As the figure swayed, Shui Xuanjin and Ting Shiguang appeared here at the same time. They looked at each other and Ting Shiguang said coldly: "Mingjin, what happened?"

Xie Mingjin gritted his teeth and said what had just happened. He did not add to the jealousy, but sought truth from facts.

And precisely because what he said was extremely true, He Yiming and others felt immersive. Especially when he mentioned that he had already made way out, the knight on the horse was still whipping people, and everyone felt an inexplicable anger arose in their hearts.

Shui Xuanjin and Tingshi's faces were frowning slightly. In Kairong Capital, those who dared to be so unscrupulous would definitely not be simple people. If they were not a member of Kairong's royal family, it would be even more complicated.

After spending time together, everyone knows what He Yiming's attitude towards Yuan Lixuan is.

Although Yuan Lixuan is just his concubine in name, no matter who sees their way of getting along, he will no longer have similar ideas.

Therefore, after learning that Yuan Lixuan was injured, they all became worried in their hearts.

The two eyes focused on He Yiming's face at the same time. However, unexpectedly, there was no expression on He Yiming's face, as if he hadn't heard of this at all.

The two of them looked at each other, but a chill in their hearts suddenly surged.

Xie Mingjin lowered his head and said for the second time: "Brother, I'm sorry."

He Yiming stepped forward, patted his shoulder gently, and said, "You have done a good job, you can't blame you."

When he said this, a gentle force came from He Yiming's hand into Xie Mingjin's body.

This is a force representing "life". When this force travels through his body, a burning feeling suddenly came from the place where he was originally injured. It was just in an instant that this feeling spread and spread throughout his body.

Although he tried his best to endure it, Xie Mingjin still couldn't help but make a sound that was almost moaning. Although he stopped immediately, his face turned red in an instant.

But in just a moment, when He Yiming raised his palm, he was surprised to find that the strong pain caused by the injury had completely disappeared. Although there was still some stagnation when the internal energy was running in his body, he knew that the injuries on his body had basically improved. As long as he rested for a while and took a careful care, he could completely recover as before.

He looked at He Yiming gratefully, and there was a strange sense of firmness in Xie Mingjin's eyes.

After this incident happened, he was ready to be complained about by He Yiming and even bear his boundless anger.

If a congenital strong man gets angry because of this, even if he kills him on the spot, no one will stand up for him. At least, he is sure that Ting Shiguang and his family will never offend He Yiming because of him.

However, after the real meeting, He Yiming's performance really moved him. It was a feeling that could not be described in words, but it was a real existence.

He Yiming looked at everyone calmly, and said with a blank expression: "Everyone, I'll go in and see Lixun."

After saying that, he came outside Yuan Lixun's door, stretched out his hand, and knocked it lightly a few times.

However, unlike usual, Yuan Lixun did not come to open the door this time, just the suppressed crying sound in the room became much smaller.

A wisp of true energy slowly overflowed from He Yiming's palm, and the latch in the room was slowly opened as if an invisible hand was plucking.

He pushed the door open and He Yiming closed the door and walked into the inner room.

Inside, Yuan Lixun passed a face and sat quietly in the chair. Although he could only see half of his face, he was still tear marks. He clearly had been crying for a while, but he slowly calmed down at this moment.

He Yiming didn't say anything and came to her like that.

Yuan Lixun subconsciously wanted to turn her face away, but He Yiming gently held her chin.

Although his movements were gentle, they were firm and powerful. Yuan Lixun struggled for a moment, and finally turned his face as if he had accepted his fate.

On her face, from behind her ears, a terrifying scar like a centipede was scratched straight to the edge of her lips. Although it was not as bright as the skin, the rugged lines were still shocking.

Yuan Lixun raised her gaze, as if she wanted to look for something in He Yiming's eyes.

After a moment, the negative emotions such as fear, worry and anxiety in her heart slowly calmed down. Because she did not find the hatred and disgusting look that made her afraid in He Yiming's eyes.

In those black eyes, what she saw and felt was a kind of tenderness, the tenderness that made people want to indulge in it.

At this moment, she seemed to have returned to that nameless valley, where they had their common secrets and the world belonging to the two of them.

There was a faint smile on He Yiming's face, and his hand gently brushed around the wound. Straws of wood-type innate qi flowed rapidly there, making Yuan Lixun feel a burst of numbness, as if this feeling could directly penetrate into the deepest part of his heart.

Under his eyes, Yuan Lixun seemed to have received speechless comfort, and this feeling could touch her heart far more than any words.

She mustered up the courage and asked, "Young Master, isn't it ugly?"

"Ugly?" He Yiming turned his head and thought seriously.

Yuan Lixun's heart suddenly rose high, and her face changed a little.

After a few breaths, He Yiming suddenly stretched out his head and pecked gently at the wound on her face at a speed that was almost lightning speed.

This surprise attack was like a dragonfly squirting the water. Then he sat back on the spot at the same speed, stretched out his hand and touched his head, looking at her with a silly smile.

Yuan Lixun's face suddenly turned red. Although the whip mark became particularly terrifying due to congestion, He Yiming ignored it and his expression did not change at all.

Yuan Lixun's heart finally calmed down completely. He Yiming had been with He Yiming for so long, and there were only a few intimate actions. At this moment, He Yiming answered Yuan Lixun's questions in his own way.

He Yiming reached into his arms, took out a medicine bottle as if he was a magic trick, and said, "Li Xun, this is the ointment made by Elder Yao himself. It has a magical therapeutic effect on this kind of trauma. I will apply it to you."

Yuan Lixun responded with her head down and let He Yiming apply the ointment inside to his face.

A wave of cool feeling came from the face. Yuan Lixun hesitated for a moment and asked, "Young Master, will there be scars here?"

He Yiming said softly: "Don't worry, I'll solve it." Seeing that there was still a look of suspicion in her eyes, He Yiming raised his eyebrows and slapped his chest, saying: "Don't you believe me yet?"

Yuan Lixun then felt relieved and said, "Of course I believe in the young master."

He Yiming nodded with satisfaction, hugged her in his arms, and said gently: "That's right. Believe me, everything will be fine, everything will be fine..."

His voice seemed to contain a reassuring power. In that warm embrace, in this gentle voice, Yuan Lixun felt that he seemed to have re-entered his mother's arms and was completely covered by the endless warmth.

After a while, Yuan Lixun in He Yiming's arms slowly fell asleep, making a uniform and peaceful subtle breathing sound from her nose.

He Yiming picked her up around the waist, took off her dirty coat and shoes and socks, and then put it on the bed and covered it with a thin quilt.

All these movements were extremely gentle, and they were assisted by true qi. Even Yuan Lixun, who had just fallen asleep, was not awakened.

Then, He Yiming stood up, he looked at Yuan Lixun deeply, and his eyes swept across the whip marks on her face. His eyes finally changed. After entering this room, he finally showed a hint of pain for the first time.

He had already found out that when the man waved the whip, he used a clever force, leaving scars that were difficult to heal when he swung the whip.

From the outside, it seems to be just an ordinary whip, but due to the complexity of the wound, the possibility of complete recovery is slim.

He took a deep breath, and then, he raised his foot, left the inner room without making any sound, and opened the door and went out.

Outside the gate, many people have already arrived here. In addition to the two innate powerful men, Shui Xuanjin and Ting Shiguang, even Zhao Ruipei was waiting here quietly.

When the door opened silently, everyone's eyes turned to He Yiming.

At this time, He Yiming seemed to have no expression on his face, and no one could tell what he was thinking in his heart. However, when he saw him, no matter whether the innate power or not, he could not help but shivered. They seemed to see a very terrifying image in their eyes.

In their feelings, He Yiming was like a volcano. Although it had not erupted yet, it was the current situation of constantly accumulating strength that was becoming more and more terrifying.

He Yiming walked out of the room and gently covered the door.

"Bang..."

The moment the door closed, a strong anger that had been suppressing was boiling from He Yiming's heart like a storm.

Just like the outbreak of the end of the world, the surging anger completely overwhelmed his heart.

He Yiming changed.

His face changed, his eyes changed, his temperament changed, as if at that moment he had become another person.

His face was as ferocious as a devil, his eyes were as sharp as a blade, and his body was filled with a huge murderous intent that soared into the sky.

Everyone, including the three innate powerhouses, clearly sensed that the person in front of them seemed to be no longer a person, but became the world-destroying god and demon who had experienced countless killings from the Shura Blood River and rushed to the shore with bloody storms.

I couldn't help but feel chill in everyone's heart. Even the three innate powerful men were chilling all over at this moment, and almost couldn't help but tremble on the spot.

Only then did they realize that when He Yiming got angry, it was so terrible.

"Mingjin, do you know who those people are?"

A cold voice came from He Yiming's mouth. This sound was cold to the bone marrow, making people feel a sense of fear from the bottom of their hearts.

However, after hearing this sound, Xie Mingjin not only did not feel any fear, but instead showed a sharp and fierce look on his face.

After the blows of today, this generous man was filled with an extremely angry mood. If possible, he would choose to take the strongest revenge on today's affairs without hesitation.

"Brother, although I don't know the origin of those people, I remember their faces. As long as I see them again, I will definitely recognize them."

He Yiming's brows frowned slightly. There are many people in Kairong Capital. Although the people who are riding horses and galloping in the middle of the road must have a great origin, it is still very difficult to find them smoothly from the vast crowd.

Looking up and looking into the distance, He Yiming suddenly said, "Brother Shui."

"Brother He, what's wrong?" Shui Xuanjin said quickly. Under such circumstances, he dared not hesitate at all.

"Please help me notify Master Mao Lieguang and ask him to find those people." He Yiming's voice was low and powerful, with an irresistible power.

"Okay." Shui Xuanjin nodded without hesitation and agreed.

"Brother." Xie Mingjin suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "The two drivers driving the car seem to know something."
To be continued...