Chapter 2991 Shen Tianyu 391

Jing Hong waved to the photographer, signaling him to go out first.

He said to Shen Tianyu, "Mr. Shen, please help me with my breathing exercises."

He took too many tonics, and now his body is full of heat. Not only does he want to vomit blood, his nose is about to bleed. He is dizzy, his mouth is dry, and the air he exhales from his mouth and nose is hot. His palms and back are sweating.

Shen Tianyu flicked his sleeves and leaned over to sit behind him.

Jing Hong took off his clothes, revealing his upper body.

The photographer didn't leave.

He held his phone around him and started recording again.

Sometimes he squatted and recorded upwards, and sometimes he stood up and recorded downwards.

Shen Tianyu frowned slightly and glanced at the photographer. Practicing qigong and regulating breathing were very serious matters, but he made it look like a farce.

I heard that this group of people started filming since the hotel caught fire last night.

It was clearly a fierce battle, but the Maoshan sect treated it as a joke. I wonder if they are born to be funny, or if they don't take the enemy seriously?

Sensing Shen Tianyu's displeasure, the photographer held up his phone and said as he took photos, "It'll be there soon, it'll be there soon. Just a few more still photos and I'll be out."

Only after the photographer left did Shen Tianyu start practicing his skills.

He likes quietness, especially when practicing martial arts, and doesn't like to be disturbed.

He held his breath and concentrated his energy, placing his palms on Jing Hong's back and injecting a stream of true energy into his body.

Jing Hong suddenly felt a warm air entering his body, and the anger running through his body calmed down.

The feeling of wanting to vomit blood and nosebleeds also disappeared, and the irritability, dizziness and headache were gone, and the dry mouth and tongue were no longer dry.

He was calm and his mind was at peace.

After seven or eight minutes, Shen Tianyu slowly withdrew his palms and said, "Have a good rest."

Jing Hong thanked him.

He picked up his clothes and put them on.

Shen Tianyu got out of bed and left.

Last night, he kept running with Gu Chufan in his arms and fought fiercely against the enemy, without sleeping all night. Today, he fought fiercely with the sorcerer and suffered internal injuries. It would be a lie to say that he was not tired. After a simple meal, Jing Hong lay down and fell asleep soon.

The photographer returned to the room, edited the video and sent it to Bai Chenxue.

In the video, Bai Chenxue saw a sorcerer with strange clothes, mysterious tattoos all over his body and an evil temperament walking out of the black smoke.

Although she didn't understand these things, she knew that the man was definitely not a good person.

I also saw Gu Yifeng and Jing Hong vying to cover the rear.

Jing Hong yelled at them, telling them to leave quickly!

Only Jing Hong and the evil and powerful sorcerer were left on the screen, and the video ended abruptly.

Bai Chenxue slowly clenched his hands, which hung naturally by his sides.

She used to wonder why some lovers or spouses would call each other enemies? How could they become enemies when they were clearly in love and together?

Now I know.

There is a kind of person who is really like another person's precise revenge, such as Jing Hong. In the past few days, he only uses messages, calls and a few short videos to make her heart beat fast, worried, terrified, uneasy, walking on thin ice, and trembling with fear.

She felt like he was about to give her a heart attack.

Fortunately, she has been taking the tonic given by Shen Tianyu in recent years, and her physical condition has improved.

If it were a few years ago, she would probably have to be hospitalized.

She found Jing Hong's cell phone number and dialed it.

Jing Hong's phone ran out of battery and turned off automatically.

She called again and again, but couldn't get through.

The mobile phone number used by the proxy photographer was hidden, so she gritted her teeth and called Gu Yifeng's number.

Gu Yifeng's phone ran out of battery and turned off automatically. There was no electricity in this deserted house. As for power banks, no one had taken any with them during their escape last night, except for the dedicated photographer.

Bai Chenxue called Master Mao Jun's cell phone number again, but couldn't get through.

She could only wait, endure and worry every minute and every second.

This was the second time in her twenty-five years of life that she was so worried about someone. The last time was when Gu Chufan was in a car accident.

At noon, the photographer sent another photo.

In the black and white photo, Jing Hong had his eyes closed, his upper body naked, and there was blood at the corner of his lips.

He had broad shoulders and chest, a long neck, a large Adam's apple, and obvious palm prints on his chest. The dark red palms and the fingerprints of ten skinny fingers were clearly visible.

At first glance, he looks heroic, but upon closer inspection, he appears weak.

Because of the shooting angle and color adjustment of the photographer, the statue of Jing Hong is only in black and white, or to be more precise, it looks more like a posthumous photo.

The phone fell to the ground.

Bai Chenxue was cold all over.

Is he dead?

Don't blame her for thinking too much.

These days, Jing Hong has been repeating in her ears that he is willing to sacrifice his life to save Gu Chufan, sacrifice his life to save Gu Chufan. In the video, Gu Yifeng and he are competing to be the last one to leave. That is not fake. Someone of Gu Yifeng's status would never play along with him.

Tears dripped onto the back of my hand.

She was sad and angry.

A good person has a bad mouth and always says he wants to die for others.

Okay, now I’m really dead.

There was a knock on the door.

Bai Chenxue was in a state of disorientation, his mind was blank, he couldn't hear anything and his ears were buzzing.

The visitor knocked several times and pushed the door open. It was the pale and thin Chu Chu, Sheng Po's biological mother.

Chuchu walked up to Bai Chenxue and whispered, "Don't always lock yourself in the room. The weather is nice today, go out and get some sunshine."

Bai Chenxue slowly raised her head, her eyes already filled with tears.

Chuchu, who had just lost her son, felt a pang in her heart. She sat down beside her and asked, "What happened?"

It would have been better if she didn't ask.

Bai Chenxue collapsed immediately after being asked this question.

She hugged her and cried, "Aunt, he is dead."

Chu Chu was startled, "Who?"

"Jing Hong."

Chuchu's impression of Jing Hong was that he was a young and introverted Maoshan Taoist priest, with a heroic appearance and a reliable character. He was usually taciturn. After staying in their house for a few days, he took good care of Bai Chenxue.

Thinking of her dead son Sheng Po, Chu Chu was moved by the scene and cried bitterly with Bai Chenxue.

Bai Chenxue cried so much that her hands and body were numb.

Chuchu helped her lie down, comforted her for a while and then left.

Jing Hong didn't wake up until the afternoon.

I borrowed a power bank from the photographer, charged it for a while, turned it on, and a series of missed calls popped up on my phone.

They are all Bai Chenxue's.

Delighted, he unplugged the charger and dialed it over.

Hearing Bai Chenxue's unhappy voice, "Who is it?"

"I."

It was Jing Hong's voice.

Bai Chenxue thought he was faking his death.

She sat up hurriedly, "Who are you?"

"Jing Hong, Ah Hong, Fei Hong rushes into the snow."

Bai Chenxue had never been so angry at someone before. He was so angry and anxious that he wanted to strangle him to death!

She called him by his full name: "Jing Hong! It's fun, isn't it?"

Jing Hong was confused. "The hotel was set on fire last night and we escaped overnight. I used the wind talisman to lead everyone to Siem Reap Province. On the way back, I encountered a sorcerer and suffered minor injuries. I have been sleeping until now."

"Is that a minor injury?"

Jing Hong had just woken up and his mind was a little slow, and he suddenly thought of a proxy photographer.

He likes to use torture.

But that doesn't mean he always wants to use the strategy of inflicting pain on himself.

A moderate act of self-torture can win sympathy and make Bai Chenxue feel sorry for him.

It's too much, it's torture for Bai Chenxue.

Jing Hong covered the microphone of his mobile phone and shouted outside the door: "Junior brother, come here!"