Chapter 139 One Step Away

Zheng Fan had already forgotten how he got out of the hot spring. He felt like his whole being was floating in the sky. Even lying in bed, he still had a dizzy, drifting sensation.

His soul and body seemed to have been separated, and everything felt so unreal.

"Lord, Lord, are you alright?"

Xue San stood beside the bed, his face close to Zheng Fan's.

He didn't dare tell Blind Man and the others that he had really messed up the Lord by making him bathe like that; he was afraid of being beaten to death.

Zheng Fan's thoughts finally began to return. He turned his head, looked at Xue San standing beside him, and shook his head, saying:

"I'm fine."

It felt like he had just done ten rounds of needlework.

His muscles were twitching, and his body wasn't just drained; it was like the foundations had been knocked out from under it.

"Lord, this subordinate thinks that perhaps my body is different from yours in some ways."

Nonsense.

Even a blind man could see that my body is different from yours.

Zheng Fan was too lazy to bother with Xue San. Right now, he just wanted to close his eyes and sleep.

"Then, Lord, you should rest first? After you've rested, check if there are any changes in the qi and blood in your body? This subordinate thinks there should still be a little bit of an effect."

You should know that A Ming and Liang Cheng's blood was hard-earned by Xue San. Each time, they only had to donate blood, while Xue San truly had to "bleed" for it.

If there was really no effect at all, and in the end, the Lord suffered in vain and all his previous efforts were wasted, then Xue San would really cry without tears.

"Yeah."

"Then this subordinate will take his leave first."

Xue San slipped away.

Zheng Fan was just about to go to sleep when he suddenly felt a soft, warm thing appear on his chest.

He opened his eyes,

only to find that the Little Marquis was lying on his chest.

There was a distance between the cradle and the bed, so obviously, the Little Marquis couldn't have come over by himself.

"Demonic Pearl… take it… away…"

This tone, this expression,

was just like a parent who only cares about giving birth but not raising.

The Demonic Pearl didn't move, turning into a stone, silently falling to the bedside.

The tipsy Little Marquis first glanced at Zheng Fan, then yawned, put his head on Zheng Fan's chest, and started to doze off.

A moment later,

the Demonic Pearl floated up again and landed on the other side of Zheng Fan's chest, settling down quietly.

Zheng Fan wanted to refuse, but he couldn't move. In the end, he could only helplessly close his eyes again.

In this sleep,

Zheng Fan had many, many dreams. In his dreams, he returned to the classroom before the college entrance exam, concentrating on doing test papers;

sometimes he came to the studio, working day and night drawing drafts;

sometimes he appeared on the battlefield, watching his comrades die in front of him one by one;

sometimes he appeared in the mountains and forests, seeing Tian Wujing and Du Juan standing together;

sometimes he found that Si Niang was by his side.

Well,

wait,

Si Niang's dream is so real…

"Lord, are you awake?"

Si Niang said softly.

Oh, so this isn't a dream.

Zheng Fan took a deep breath and wanted to sit up.

"Lord, lie down for a while longer. You've been in a coma for two days. This servant will feed you something to eat first."

Under Si Niang's care, Zheng Fan drank a bowl of porridge.

"Lord, are you feeling better?"

"It's okay, I'm not seriously hurt."

Zheng Fan still sat up. Although his mind was still a little dizzy, after clenching his fists, he found that the strength in his body was very abundant.

His realm had not improved, but the thickness of his qi and blood had increased greatly, which meant that his distance from breaking through to the sixth rank had been greatly shortened.

"This medicinal bath is still useful, but…" Zheng Fan said.

"Lord, this matter is too dangerous. Next time, you can't listen to San'er's messing around again. What does he think he's doing experimenting on himself? At the very least, he should try it on a death row prisoner first.

His dwarfed body is a medicine jar in itself."

Zheng Fan nodded. He really couldn't experiment anymore. This time the effect was good, but now Zheng Fan clearly realized that the meridians in his body had been expanded to the extreme, which was an extremely dangerous extreme.

It meant that if the dosage was a little higher, then his meridians would have to break. At that time, not only would his cultivation be ruined, but even the seven Demon Kings would have to return to square one overnight.

Just a little bit, just a little bit,

Xue San almost restored everyone to "factory settings."

A Cheng's blood and A Ming's blood, combined with a medicinal bath that was easy to absorb, the effect was simply explosive.

Strictly speaking, those two people's blood was poisonous.

"Next time, there won't be a next time."

Zheng Fan was also a little scared.

"Lord, this is the military intelligence that was sent over early this morning. Liang Cheng has already led people to take over Ningbian City. The defending general of that city is called Zhang Tong. He is very cooperative and knows the current affairs."

"Good."

This was equivalent to expanding the territory a little bit.

However, Ningbian City was too small and did not belong to any comprehensive city. That city was still mainly used as a military fortress. Earlier, it was a "bunker" used by the Situ family to defend against the Helian family, but even a mosquito's leg is still meat. Moreover, having Ningbian City in hand could expand his strategic buffer zone, so that people couldn't directly attack his lair as soon as they came.

"Send someone to send a message to Liang Cheng and see if there are any fortresses nearby that can be taken advantage of. Let him be bolder."

While the Situ family was being "Sinicized" by the Yan Kingdom, he could take advantage of as much as he could. If he wanted to make himself spit it out later, it wasn't impossible, just slowly haggle over it.

"Yes, Lord. In addition, Lord, the latest news has come from the front. The First Prince has already fought against the Cheng Kingdom rebels. The follow-up battle situation has not had time to be fed back, and it is estimated that it will arrive tomorrow."

"Yeah."

The First Prince's war was directly related to the future of Shengle City. Everyone in Shengle City was looking forward to the First Prince's defeat.

"There is one more thing." Si Niang hesitated for a moment.

"What's the matter?"

"Someone sent a letter today saying that the new head of the Secret Spy Agency will come to Shengle City to visit you the day after tomorrow."

"Secret Spy Agency?"

After Du Juan's death, the Secret Spy Agency within the Jin Kingdom almost fell into a standstill, but it was clear that the imperial court could not sit idly by and let the intelligence system here continue to be paralyzed. The Yan people wanted to manage Jin as Yan territory, but they would not allow it to continue to be scattered and let organizations such as the Qian Kingdom's Silver Armored Guards enter as if they were in no man's land.

However, it was obvious that the new head's intentions were not just to come to Shengle City from afar just after taking office.

It would be difficult to completely hide the fact that the Little Marquis was here with him.

Because Ding Heng and Cui Linniang, as people of the martial world, had already shown their faces in Shengle City, and had also recruited many of their subordinates to enter the Shengle army.

The post station had not been completely eradicated, and the Qian Kingdom's Silver Armored Guards also knew about this.

Even if they wanted to keep the Little Marquis' whereabouts secret, it would be difficult to hide it from the real big shots. If they wanted to investigate, they would definitely be able to find out.

However, it was obvious that the imperial court had always been in a "silent" state about this.

No imperial envoy had come to announce the decree to confer a name and title on the Little Marquis, and there was no special care. Officially, they had confirmed the news that the Jingnan Marquis's wife and her child in her womb had unfortunately passed away.

This could not help but remind Zheng Fan of another existence, that is, the Little Marquis of the Zhenbei Marquis family, whose existence no one was sure of.

Legally, this person does not exist.

Now, his godson is also in this "black household" state.

"If he comes, let Blind Man entertain him."

"Yes, Lord, you rest for a while longer."

"Yeah."

Zheng Fan nodded, then turned his face and looked at Tian Tian, who was holding the cradle with both hands and looking over here.

When he named him, the Demon Kings felt that Zheng Fan was too casual, but Zheng Fan just wanted to give him a nickname to call him for the time being. If you give him a meaningful formal name, it will give the person a sense of overstepping.

"Wah oh… wah oh…"

"Si Niang, when do you think he will speak?"

"Lord, it's still early. He will probably be able to speak when he is about one year old," Si Niang said with a smile.

"Well, alright, go and get busy. I'll rest for a while longer. There's nothing else."

"You rest first. This servant has also cooked soup in the kitchen. I'll call you to drink some later."

"Good."

After Si Niang left, Zheng Fan lay down again.

He wasn't that sleepy, but the substantial lack of energy still made Zheng Fan quickly enter a dreamlike state.

Over at the cradle,

Tian Tian saw that his godfather had fallen asleep again, and patted the cradle frame a little dissatisfied.

Perhaps Zheng Fan was destined to be related to the "Tian family,"

not only was he close to Tian Wujing,

but even Tian Wujing's son had a strange affinity for Zheng Fan.

Even if Zheng Fan slapped his little butt from time to time, he would "giggle" and laugh.

Zheng Fan's long-term coma made the Little Marquis very worried, but seeing that this person had just sat up and then gone to sleep again, and didn't even hug him, the Little Marquis was unhappy.

Under the Little Marquis' shaking, the cradle began to swing more and more.

The stone where the Demonic Pearl was located floated up and resisted the cradle, preventing the Little Marquis from falling out by himself.

The Little Marquis pointed at Zheng Fan,

"Wah oh… wah oh…"

He wanted to be carried over like last time.

In fact, rather than saying that he wanted to go over and play with Zheng Fan, it was better to say that he wanted to experience "flying" again.

The Demonic Pearl was unmoved.

Because last time, Zheng Fan was completely out of strength, so it could do whatever it wanted, but now, Zheng Fan was really just resting and recuperating, and had recovered.

The Demonic Pearl had been unhappy with his father for a long time, but that didn't mean he was willing to stir up trouble at this time.

"Wah oh… wah oh…"

The Little Marquis was still calling, and seeing that the Demonic Pearl didn't respond, the Little Marquis had to look at the stone again.

"Wah oh… wah oh… Jie wah… wah oh… Jie…

Sis… Sister…"