After Murong Xiao learned that Tang Xiaochuan had returned to Tianzi City, he set out to go to where Tang Xiaochuan lived just dawn. As soon as he got out of the car, he met Tang Xiaochuan who had returned from outside.

Tang Xiaochuan also saw Murong Xiao.

When Murong Xiaochuan met Tang Xiaochuan again, he felt mixed feelings. Tang Xiaochuan had great kindness to the Murong family and was also Murong Xiao's benefactor. However, the death of Murong Xiao's two sons was also because of Tang Xiaochuan.

But Murong Xiao knew in his heart that his two sons' death was completely self-inflicted. It was not blamed on Tang Xiaochuan. If you want to blame, you can only blame his two blind sons.

What's more, he has something to ask for.

"Mr. Tang." Murong Xiao saw Tang Xiaochuan, walked a few steps to come to Tang Xiaochuan, and bowed deeply and said.

"Yes!" Tang Xiaochuan nodded.

Murong Xiao didn't talk much about what Tang Xiaochuan was doing. In fact, Murong Xiao knew very well what Tang Xiaochuan was doing. That night, countless people from the wealthy families in Tianzi City landed, and Tianzi City would also face a reshuffle.

The Murong family also had this opportunity to become the first wealthy family in the Emperor's City, and everything was because of the man in front of him.

"Mr. Tang... I'm going to hide it from you... I've asked for something here." Murong Xiao didn't greet him too much, and the matter was important and could not be delayed at all.

"If there was nothing, you wouldn't have come." Tang Xiaochuan said lightly.

Murong Xiao looked embarrassed. There were not many people who dared to talk to him like this in Tianzi City. But when Tang Xiaochuan said this, Murong Xiao not only did not feel any disgusted, but even felt a little panicked.

Plop!

Murong Xiao knelt in front of Tang Xiaochuan without any warning.

Bang bang bang!!!

Murong Xiao knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Tang Xiaochuan a few times. His strength was so strong that his scalp was broken, and blood flowed out of his forehead: "Mr. Tang... I will not come here to find you..."

"What's the matter?" Tang Xiaochuan said lightly.

"Qingjue... She was beaten seriously injured... and her old injury relapsed... Her life is in full swing... I only have one last breath left... I have searched all the miracle doctors in the Emperor City... No one can save Qingjue..." Murong Xiao said.

"Later, Professor Zhao mentioned that you had seen Qingjue before and said that you could cure Qingjue's disease, so I came here to find you. For our past relationship, please save Qingjue!" Murong Xiao begged bitterly.

"Haha, what happened to the past?" Tang Xiaochuan smiled and asked back.

"The Murong family used to be sorry to Mr. Tang. Some people in the Murong family did things to repay their grudges... This is the shame of the Murong family... and those people also received the punishment they deserve... I hope Mr. Tang can ignore his past grudges..." Murong Xiao looked guilty and embarrassed.

"Hmph!" Tang Xiaochuan snorted coldly.

Last time he had visited the Murong family in person and met Murong Qingjue. After meeting Murong Qingjue, Tang Xiaochuan learned that Murong Qingjue had not had much time.

He did not expect Murong Qingjue's illness to break out so quickly.

When Murong Xiao saw Tang Xiaochuan snorting coldly, he said without saying anything, and said again: "Some time ago, Western experts came to attack, provoking the dignity of Chinese cultivators and warriors, and destroying our country's power."

"My Chinese cultivators and warriors have fought many times, but they have never won one. The masters of Western countries are extremely arrogant. When Qingjue saw this situation, he went out with injuries and won two competitions. By the third competition, those despicable and shameless Western experts secretly took action and poisoned Qingjue." Murong Xiao said.

"In the third competition, Qingjue's old injury broke out with the severe poison in his body, and was defeated by a master from Western countries. He was severely injured and died. Now he is dying. I am afraid that half of his foot has stepped into the gate of hell. Please save Qingjue's life for the sake of you and Qingjue's past friends!" Murong Xiao burst into tears.

Now that the Murong family has withered its talents, there is no successor. If Murong Qingjue really dies, the Murong family's future will be worrying.

"So that's it." Tang Xiaochuan nodded.

"This Murong Qingjue is a hero among women. He is as good as a woman. I went to Murong Qingjue to find Murong Qingjue and ask about the Zhang family before. Murong Qingjue also told me what she knew. I will go with you and just take it as a way to repay the relationship last time." Tang Xiaochuan said.

"It's so good, so good, thank you Mr. Tang, thank you Mr. Tang, Murong Yongsheng will always remember Mr. Tang's great kindness and virtue forever." Murong Xiao looked very happy.

Seeing Tang Xiaochuan agreeing, he knew in his heart that Murong Qingjue was saved.

"Please get in the car." Murong Xiaoxiao personally opened the car door and bent down to make a gesture of asking for help.

Tang Xiaochuan took a seat in, and then Murong Qingjue hurriedly got into the car and told the driver to drive quickly.

It takes about an hour to drive from where Tang Xiaochuan lives.

The car Murong Xiao was riding in was a top-notch luxury car, and the Murong family's cars had special driving privileges. There were not many cars and people on the road in the morning. It took them only about twenty minutes to arrive at the Murong family.

After arriving at Murong's house, Tang Xiaochuan followed Murong Xiao to Murong Qingjue's bedroom.

"Open the door quickly, Mr. Tang is here." Murong Xiao quickly ordered the servants at home to open the door of Murong Qingjue.

Tang Xiaochuan stepped into Murong Qingjue's boudoir. The layout of the room was very simple, with some ordinary wooden furniture, a few wooden chairs, a dressing table, and a bed, no other decorations, and no ornaments.

It seems that although Murong Qingjue was born in a wealthy family, he had endless gold, silver and treasures in his life, but his life was simple and frugal.

Murong Qingjue was lying on the wooden bed, covered with a layer of silk quilt and wearing white pajamas. Before he could walk to Murong Qingjue's bed, Tang Xiaochuan felt a biting cold chill.

Tang Xiaochuan also found that the temperature inside the room was much lower than the temperature outside.

"Mr. Tang, please sit down." Murong Xiao brought a chair, placed it beside Murong Qingjue's bed, and said respectfully to Tang Xiaochuan.

"Yes!" Tang Xiaochuan nodded, sat down at the head of Murong Qingjue's bed, and his eyes were placed on Murong Qingjue's peerless face.

Tang Xiaochuan looked at Murong Qingjue's expression, frowned, then took out Murong Qingjue's hand under the quilt, placed it beside the bed to take Murong Qingjue's pulse.

"Murong Qingjue's pulse is sometimes non-existent, intermittent, as if it exists or is not, between life and death, and is the pulse." Tang Xiaochuan finished diagnosing Murong Qingjue's pulse and said to Murong Xiao.
Chapter completed!