A Dish Best Served Cold Chapter 1535

 After that, Mo Gu cheng rushed over like a madman and held his son in his arms, the sadness on his face was overwhelming.


        "Wu Ya, what's wrong with you?"


        "Wake up."


        "It's all dad's fault, it's all dad's fault~"


        "But you were fine, why were you put into a box?"


        Mo Gucheng was so remorseful that his words were filled with self-blame and sorrow.


        By this time, the two of them, Sword Saint and Tang Hao, had undoubtedly come back from their dumbfounded state and hurried over to advise, "Old Mo, now is not the time to be sad."


        "Hurry up and check Wuya's injuries."


        "Let's see if there is still help?"


        The Sword Saint's words woke up the Fist Emperor, and Mo Gucheng immediately responded, "Yes, yes, heal his wounds first, heal my son's wounds first."


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        Half an hour later, the three Sword Saints had returned to the Martial God Hall.


        At this moment, in the room, the scarred Mo Wu Ya was lying on the bed. After the Sword Saint had just checked his injuries and fed him some medicine, he also walked out.


        The Fist King, who was waiting outside, immediately went forward and asked anxiously, "Sword Saint, how is it?"


        "My son, Wu Ya, can he still be saved?"


        "This..." The Sword Saint's old face was also a little bitter, and then shook his head, "Old Mo, I'm not talking about you, you're hitting him too hard, aren't you?"


        "If it weren't for the deep roots of Wu Ya, his base would still be quite good."


        "Otherwise, even if Hua Tuo were alive, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to save him."


        "But fortunately, I have stabilised his injuries and there is no fear for his life for the time being."


        "However, his injuries are too heavy after all, and his breath is extremely weak."


        "Whether or not he can pull through is still an unknown."


        "The last seven days are especially important for him."


        "As long as he survives these seven days, I reckon that Wu Ya will have broken through this calamity."


        "Ai~"


        "Take good care of it."


        The Sword Saint sighed and patted Fist Emperor Mo Kucheng's shoulder.


        He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something else, but in the end, it turned into a sigh and told Mo Gucheng to take good care of it, after which, the Sword Saint also departed.


        On the other side, Tang Hao also let out a sigh and similarly patted the Fist King's shoulder before leaving together with the Sword Saint.


        It was obvious that the two of them, Sword Saint and Tang Hao, were truly speechless towards Mo Gucheng.


        This father almost killed his own son?


        It was fine if Mo Wu Ya pulled through, but if he didn't, I'm afraid that today's incident would have become the first joke in a thousand years.


        "You say this boxing emperor, it's really..."


        "Hey, I don't even know what to say about him."


        "The first time I saw that back before, I said it looked like Wuya."


        "He just didn't believe me and scolded me?"


        "Look at how this is going .... now."


        Walking on the road, Tang Hao was however somewhat distraught with emotion.


        Mo Wu Ya was also considered the one they grew up watching, and now that he was beaten like this by his own father, Sword Saint and the others naturally felt bad in their hearts.


        If it was someone else who had beaten him, they could still stand up for Mo Wu Ya.


        But in this situation, there was no way to do so.


        "Well, it's too late to say anything now that things have come to this."


        "Don't mention this matter again, I think Mo has enough to blame himself for."


        "However, this matter of Wu Ya, still has to be checked out."


        "The other party is obviously going to intentionally try to screw the Fist King."


        The Sword Saint frowned, but was already considering who the person behind this screw-up was.


        "Well, then I'll look into this matter, I have to uncover this and properly take out my anger for Wu Ya." Tang Hao said indignantly.


        But the Sword Saint shook his head, "There's no rush in this matter."


        "From what I feel, the other party should have no malicious intent."


        "Otherwise, what he sent would have been Wuya's corpse."


        "It is still imperative that the storm in Yanjing be put to rest as soon as possible."


        "How about this, you go to the Xu family."


        "Do everything you can to get that Ye Fan guy, out of Yanjing for me."


        "However, pay attention to the manner and method."


        "Try to be euphemistic."


        "Don't be like the King of Fighters."


        Tang Hao didn't say much and only returned a good word, before leaving the place.


        As for Mo Gucheng, who had previously threatened to teach Ye Fan a lesson, he naturally didn't have the heart to care about Ye Fan now, he only wanted to spend time with his son and make up for his transgressions now.


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        On the other hand, on Yanqi Lake, the sky was clear and the green waves reflected the willows.


        Now, it is early spring.


        Although it is cold in spring, the weeping willows by the river are already green.


        On the vast Yanqi Lake, a flat boat is slowly swaying.


        On top of the oar, there is a thin young man and a drunken woman standing quietly.


        The young man stood with his hands in the air, and the beautiful woman had a smile in her eyes.


        "Little Brother Fan, do you remember?"


        "Back then, you were here, saving the day."


        "With one man's strength, you stepped down the entire Yanjing."


        "Back then, Little Brother Fan was really so dazzling and dazzling."


        "Like the stars in the sky."


        Looking back, Xu Lei smiled lightly, her beautiful eyes completing the crescent moon.


        For the past few days, Ye Fan had been accompanying Xu Lei.


        Accompanying this silly girl to hike and swim in the water, he had travelled to almost all of the attractions in Yanjing City.


        Originally, Ye Fan had planned to send Xu Lei home after these excursions.


        But Xu Lei insisted on making another trip to Yanqi Lake, and although Ye Fan didn't know why Xu Lei wanted to come here, he went along with her wishes.


        "What, now your little brother Fan, is not dazzling?" Ye Fan asked with a smile as he lowered his head and looked at the girl in front of him.


        Xu Lei giggled, "I don't know if you're still dazzling or not, but I know that little brother Fan's cheek is still as thick as before."


        .....


        "Well, Rei'er, we've been out for so many days, it's time for us to go back."


        "If we don't go back, those clansmen of your clan will still think that I have abducted their family head?"


        When the sun was thin, another day was about to pass.


        Ye Fan and Xu Lei, however, set off on their return journey.


        However, the two of them had no idea how big a ripple had been set off throughout Yanjing City during their absence these few days.


        Outside the Xu family manor.


        Wei Chen and the others were still kneeling, even the Wei family, not to mention those from the Xu family.


        However, the old man Xu Wenqing was ultimately old and frail, and on his knees until the next day, he collapsed and was taken to hospital.


        But even so, there were still hundreds of people kneeling outside the Xu family gates.


        As for the onlookers, there were even more.


        Thousands of people blocked the several streets on this side of the street.


        The crowd was full of discussion and curiosity.


        Today, it was a holiday.


        Students from nearby Yanjing University came out to have fun, and when they saw how busy it was, they also came up.


        "Nan Nan, there are so many people."


        "Come and see."


        "Have fun, okay?"


        "It's been over a year, why are you still so downhearted?"


        "Isn't it just a man?"


        "If you miss it, you miss it. With our Nan's qualifications, surely you can find a better one than that stinky man?"


        At this moment, a few warbling girls were chatting while looking forward curiously.


        These few girls, each with a pretty face, had a pretty face.


        In particular, one of them, a young girl wearing a goose yellow coat, was so pretty and intoxicating that she drew a lot of sideways glances from the passers-by around her, her pretty face containing worry, which was very attractive.


        If Ye Fan were here, he would have recognised that this intoxicating girl was Chen Ao's daughter, Chen Nan.


        Ever since Chen Ao had been expelled, Ye Fan's connection with the Chen family had basically been broken.


        Chen Nan, too, had a guilty conscience because of what had happened to her father, and had not had the face to take the initiative to contact Ye Fan since then.


        People who once knew each other so well were just cut off.


        No one knew what kind of sadness Chen Nan had in her heart after such a long time.