I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

The first thousand and fifty-eight chapters: the image of death!

, Big Brother, are you also chasing that mysterious man? “Huang Rong asked.

“Mysterious person?” Wu Hua didn’t even see the mysterious person’s shadow, but immediately said, “We heard your voices and followed, but we lost our target and don’t know where to pursue. Just wanting them to chase separately, you Back again. Who is that mysterious man?”

“Chased. He was too fast for us to keep up.”

Wu Hua and the other god-level disciples immediately became ashamed. Oh my god, they couldn’t even catch up with Huang Rong and Mei Chaofeng, and they couldn’t catch up with the mysterious person. Then what is the identity of this mysterious person and how powerful?

At this time, Haotian and Ao Qin also brought a few masters over: “What happened?”

Wu Hua thanked them for their shots, and then briefly explained the situation.

Everyone returned to their place of residence, still feeling unhappy. They didn’t know who would dare to harass their place of residence. Wu Hua discussed with Haotian and Ao Qin whether to tell Shushan League, but in the end they chose not to say.

Indeed, three sects chasing a suspicious person can all be thrown off, they are really hard to tell. Also, if this person is from the Shushan League, wouldn’t they be uncomfortable if they told the Shushan League to know?

Huang Rong and Mei Chaofeng returned to the room, and when they saw Kun Peng’s sleeping posture, they were a little suspicious that he had known this mysterious person a long time ago? Otherwise, with his personality and awareness of protecting them, he has no reason to let them go after them, and he pretends to sleep here.

Yes, they think he is pretending to be asleep at this time.

You know, when they found the suspicious and mysterious person, he just said that he wanted to rest and sleep, so he fell on the bed. Isn’t it possible that he fell asleep before he fell?

Besides, even if he is asleep, he can be awakened. The disciple of the Rakshasa monk next door and the disciples of the two schools in the other room were all disturbed, but he slept so deeply?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt wrong, Huang Rong came to Kunpeng’s bed and slapped him on the thigh: “Get up, brother!”

Mei Chaofeng was startled: “Rong’er, what are you doing? Master is too tired, he didn’t pretend to be asleep!”

Huang Rong was also taken aback. He glanced at Mei Chaofeng and then at Kun Peng. He was slapped by her, but he didn’t wake up. This was abnormal.

After all, her father was Huang Yaoshi, and she knew some medical skills herself, so she quickly probed his breath, it was too deep, it was in a deep sleep state.

Touching his pulse again, it was so deep that it was difficult to perceive it.

“Sister, brother seems to have a wrong pulse.”

Mei Chaofeng also came over: “What’s wrong?”

“You will know everything about his pulse.”

Martial artists generally have some knowledge of medical knowledge, otherwise they will have to stare at them or even wait for death if they encounter emergencies or traumatic injuries. Therefore, it is not surprising that Mei Chaofeng and the others know some medical sciences, not to mention that they are both disciples taught by Huang Yaoshi.

“According to ordinary people, this pulse is simply a sign of death!” Mei Chaofeng was also surprised, “but I have never stolen his pulse before. I don’t know if his pulse is considered abnormal. Also, His nose is steady, his lips are rosy, his skin temperature is right, and his complexion is as usual, not like a sign of endangerment.”

But neither of the two women could conclude that Kunpeng was in no danger, so they had to guard his side in fright, listening to his slight and persistent breathing, and their hearts beating with his breathing.