Xiaohe Village has been destroyed, and there is no point in going back.

If Su Twelve is alone, it doesn't matter where he lives.

But Old Man Feng and Feng Fei are only mortal bodies after all, and they still need to find a decent place to live.

Qinghe City is undoubtedly the best choice.

And with Su Twelve's net worth, it would be effortless to build a courtyard in this secular place.

In the room, Feng Fei was staying with her grandfather, taking good care of him, telling him what happened recently, and waiting for his grandfather to wake up.

Old Man Feng was still breathing, but he still didn't wake up.

Su Twelve could clearly feel that the situation of Old Man Feng at this time was actually not very optimistic.

It has nothing to do with the injury, but because he is old. Even if he wakes up this time, he may not live for a few years.

There was nothing Su Twelve could do about this.

After all, Old Man Feng is just a mortal, and at such an age, it is impossible for him to have any chance to embark on the path of cultivating immortality.

The only thing that can be done is to wait for Old Man Feng to wake up, give him some medicine to regulate his body, and then let nature take its course.

Su Twelve stood in the courtyard, and then dozens of formation flags were thrown out, and soon

Quickly set up a simple defense and isolation formation.

Then he frowned slightly, with a bit of confusion on his face, but what he was thinking about was something else.

"Strange... This Qinghe City is clearly just a mortal city. Judging from the past visits, there are very few immortal cultivators in it."

"But why are there so many immortal cultivators this time?"

"This...what exactly is going on?"

Su Twelve silently thought and analyzed.

When he entered Qinghe City this time, he immediately noticed that there were many more monks in the entire city.

Among them, there are many masters of foundation building among those with advanced cultivation.

Even in an inn in the middle of the city, he could sense the aura of a powerful Jindan man.

At first, he thought it was someone from the Duanmu family who was looking for him, and he subconsciously wanted to run away.

But after careful observation, we found that these monks clearly came from different forces.

And their purpose of appearing here is even more suspicious.

However, these naturally have nothing to do with Su Twelve. As long as they are not directed at him, he doesn't care what these people do.

Because of this, Su Twelve immediately restrained his aura, disguised himself as an ordinary businessman, and settled in Qinghe City.

It's just that I don't care at all, but I still have some curiosity.

Just when Su Twelve was thinking silently, Feng Fei's exclamation suddenly came from the room.

"Grandpa...Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Feng Fei shouted loudly, with a cry in his voice.

Su Twelve's expression changed instantly, and he rushed into the room immediately.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a pool of blood on the ground. Old man Feng had blood on the corner of his mouth. He was lying on the bed with a painful look on his face, curled up in a ball, and his breath seemed extremely weak.

Su Twelve frowned slightly, and without any hesitation, he immediately stepped forward and stuffed another pill into Old Man Feng's mouth. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and patted him quickly to draw out the blood.

Originally, he concluded that Old Man Feng should have a few more years to live. But now, he was overly optimistic.

Old Man Feng's actual situation was far worse than he expected.

Before meeting him, he had experienced the pain of losing his son. He had been tortured and humiliated repeatedly by the people of the Song Dynasty, and he was already exhausted both physically and mentally.

If he hadn't been thinking about his granddaughter, he would have passed away long ago.

The recent series of events are like the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

The repeated strong fluctuations in his mind, coupled with the appearance of Su Twelve, gave him hope of entrusting Feng Fei.

Old man Feng, who has been struggling to support himself, can no longer support himself.

At this moment, it is a sign that the energy is about to run out.

"Uncle Sick, Uncle Sick, how is Grandpa?"

Feng Fei grabbed the corner of Su Twelve's clothes and shouted softly, raising his neck, with tears rolling in his eyes.

"he……"

Su Twelve's Adam's apple squirmed, and when he met Feng Fei's eyes as clear as water, what he wanted to say was hard to say.
Chapter completed!