"What the hell, Yu Daohen, am I that kind of person?" Liu Feng said, seeing the expression on his face.
"Ah... this..."
Yu Daohen did not answer.
In his heart, Liu Feng might really be that kind of person.
Seeing this ambiguous reply, Liu Feng naturally had to get down and said angrily, "Do you really think I'm that kind of person? I, Liu Feng, have lived for so many years, and I've never..."
Seeing that Liu Feng was serious, Yu Daohen immediately interrupted and laughed heartily, "Hahaha, let's go home."
Yu Daohen stepped forward and entered the golden light.
The golden light quickly contracted, taking the two of them out of the world within the painting.
Seeing Hen so happy, Liu Feng could only sigh helplessly, putting his arms around his neck.
How long has Hen not been this happy?
Ever since he learned that the two of them were in trouble, a heavy stone had been pressing on Yu Daohen's heart.
He had been thinking of rescuing Liu Feng and waking up Qin Muyu all the time.
Now, his wish was half fulfilled, and the worry in his heart finally subsided.
No matter where the road ahead led, as long as they were safe now, nothing else mattered.
Even if it meant death and destruction, let it come.
He was already satisfied to have met these two guys.
Coming outside, Liu Feng put away the painting.
Yu Daohen looked at the painting that Liu Feng had put into his pocket and asked curiously, "Won't the creatures in the painting come out?"
Liu Feng shook his head and affirmed, "No, this world does not belong to them. Once they step out of the painting into reality, no matter how powerful they are, they will be annihilated by the laws of heaven, without exception."
Hearing this, Yu Daohen nodded thoughtfully.
In this way, the world within the painting seemed not to seal them, but to protect them.
Liu Feng looked at Yu Daohen with a happy smile and asked, "Where are we going now?"
Yu Daohen looked outside the cave, took a deep breath of fresh air, and said with relief, "Of course, I'll take you to heal your injuries first."
Liu Feng nodded, and the two of them simply tidied up and walked down the mountain.
Three days later.
At the Midnight Spirit Shop.
In front of the tea table, Yu Yijun poured tea into everyone's cups.
Yu Shuntian looked at Liu Feng and asked, "Can you still hold on with your injuries?"
Liu Feng nodded, "After two days of treatment, I can barely hold on."
Yu Shuntian nodded and fell silent.
Meanwhile, Da Hu and Su Lai on the side lowered their heads and remained silent, not daring to breathe loudly.
What was going on?
Yu Daohen and Liu Feng had returned to the Midnight Spirit Shop two days ago.
At that time, Liu Feng's injuries were too severe, and Yu Daohen couldn't find any skilled martial arts physicians in time, so he had to ask his grandfather for help.
Upon receiving the notification, Yu Shuntian rushed to the shop and used the Thirty-Six Heavenly Yang Needles to suppress Liu Feng's injuries.
During this time, Yu Daohen called Su Lai and Da Hu to share the good news.
Unexpectedly, Da Hu and Su Lai insisted on having a welcoming feast for him.
And then came the current situation.
What was originally a very large tea table was now crowded with people.
Liu Feng was chatting with his grandfather Yu Shuntian, while Da Hu and Su Lai were like well-behaved children, sitting silently, not daring to breathe loudly.
And Yu Yijun kept refilling their tea.
Only Yu Daohen had to attend to both his grandfather and Liu Feng, as well as Su Lai and Da Hu.
Su Lai raised his teacup and drank the tea in one gulp.
Seeing Su Lai drink tea, Da Hu also drank the tea in his cup.
The little girl, seeing Uncle Su and Uncle Hu drinking tea all day, asked curiously, "Uncle Su, Uncle Su, are you particularly thirsty today?"
It wasn't that the little girl would ask this question; it was because they had already drunk fifteen pots of tea.
What did this mean? An average of seven and a half pots per person.
You could let a person go without drinking seven and a half pots of tea even if they were thirsty for ten days and a half in the desert.
Su Lai and Da Hu looked up at the little girl, both showing awkward smiles.
Su Lai said with an embarrassed smile, "Girl, Uncle Da Hu and I haven't had tea for a long time..."
Da Hu on the side rolled his eyes speechlessly, then looked at the little girl and said with a smile, "We are happy that your father has returned safely."
Hearing these lame excuses, Yu Daohen shook his head helplessly.
What were these two nervous about?
Everyone sitting here was family, so was there any need to be so reserved?
Yu Daohen looked at the little girl and said, "Daughter, just keep refilling their tea. There's plenty of tea."
Upon hearing this, Su Lai and Da Hu looked back at Yu Daohen with annoyance, their faces full of resentment.
It was as if they were saying, why didn't you say so earlier?
Yu Daohen spread his hands helplessly, his face full of helplessness.
As if to say, I did tell you.
Seeing Su Lai and Da Hu being so reserved, Yu Shuntian smiled and said, "Little fellows, don't be nervous. We are all family, so there's no need to be so reserved."
Liu Feng, sitting opposite Yu Shuntian, also smiled and comforted them, "You and Hen are brothers, and you are considered family. Feel free to say whatever you want. I'm quite easy to get along with."
"Yes, yes, yes."
Su Lai and Da Hu nodded repeatedly.
Yu Daohen put his hand on Su Lai's shoulder and teased, "Old Su, you are my savior, Yu Daohen. We, this family, should thank you properly."
Yu Shuntian and Liu Feng smiled and nodded slightly.
Seeing this, Su Lai was flattered. Just as he was about to speak, Yu Daohen patted his shoulder.
He looked back and saw Yu Daohen smiling and nodding in agreement.
Seeing this, Su Lai could only smile faintly and say nothing more.
No matter how much Master Yu improved, he was still the same Master Yu as before.
To get back to the point.
Yu Shuntian looked at Liu Feng and murmured, "With your injuries, ordinary physicians in the martial world would probably be helpless."
Liu Feng nodded in agreement and then fell silent.
Hearing this, Yu Daohen looked at his grandfather and asked, "Grandpa, can't even our Yu family's Thirty-Six Heavenly Yang Needles cure it?"
Several of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Yang Needles were for treatment.
One could imagine how powerful the needle techniques included in the Thirty-Six Heavenly Yang Needles were.
But they couldn't cure Liu Feng's injuries.
One could imagine how severe Liu Feng's injuries were.
Yu Shuntian shook his head helplessly, "I can only suppress the injuries. Although it can guarantee that there is no immediate danger to his life, it is not a long-term solution."
Hearing this, Yu Daohen was slightly disappointed.
Seeing Hen's disappointed expression, Liu Feng smiled and comforted him, "As long as the person is alive, there is hope. Do you remember who said that?"
Yu Daohen nodded and smiled, "I remember, I said it."
The few of them fell silent and began to think.
There were people in the martial world who had the ability to treat Liu Feng's injuries.
Da Hu and Su Lai also knew friends who were skilled in medicine in the martial world.
But none of them could cure it.