Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1054 - 1052: Lin Fan... Don’t You Know My Heart?

Mo Chen was full of confusion, staring at Lin Fan, unsure of what he was up to.

But seeing the other party brimming with confidence, with a somewhat smug smile, he felt Lin Fan must have come up with a clever plan.

"Who is it?"

"Little Princess, Mo Ningxiang."

Mo Chen, Diwu Yun'er, and Su Qiong were all taken aback, watching Lin Fan with shocked expressions.

"Lin Fan! You want to take Ningxiang?!" Diwu Yun'er was puzzled. The journey to Wentian City was so dangerous, what use was there in bringing a girl who knew nothing. "What exactly are you planning?"

"Aren't we trying to avoid Dongmen Nu? Taking the little princess to Wentian City is a great choice. Attacking Wentian City can't be accomplished quickly, and it will take time to find the whereabouts of Yi Tianqiu. I will take the little princess to avoid the limelight for a while. Even if Dongmen Nu really comes in three days, with no one here, who is he going to marry? Marry the air?"

"But..." Su Qiong pouted, her brows furrowed. "If Mo Ningxiang is not in the Xuan Clan and Dongmen Nu flies into a rage, what if he retaliates against the Xuan Clan?"

Lin Fan smiled gently, saying, "Dongmen Nu won't dare."

"Why are you so sure?" Mo Chen interjected.

"What is Dongmen Nu coming to do in three days?" Lin Fan countered.

"Propose, get married."

"Exactly! Dongmen Nu is extremely confident in the Heavenly Clan and himself, assuming you, Clan Leader, don't dare refuse, let alone resist. Therefore, when proposing, he won't come as if waging war, with hundreds of thousands of troops. If he brings only a few hundred or a few thousand people, and the Xuan Clan has millions of troops stationed, do you think Dongmen Nu would dare to turn hostile publicly? Even if he dares, would you, Clan Leader, not dare to capture him in one fell swoop?"

"Hmm..."

Mo Chen pondered, realizing this reasoning made sense.

Dongmen Nu would never expect Mo Ningxiang to leave the Xuan Clan, so he wouldn't have anticipated a war.

Could it be that the mighty Xuan Clan, with millions of troops, is afraid of a few hundred or thousand of Dongmen Nu's followers?!

Despite the huge disparity in strength between the two clans, they are all determined and iron-willed men!

The Xuan Clan people would never allow Dongmen Nu to act recklessly on the Xuan Clan's territory, nor let the Heavenly Clan lord over the Xuan Clan!

Seeing the confusion on Mo Chen's face gradually clear, Lin Fan knew his suggestion had been accepted.

"I disagree!"

At this moment, it was met with strong opposition from Diwu Yun'er.

"Too dangerous!"

She looked solemn, glaring aggressively at Lin Fan, arms crossed over her chest, with a "this is what I think" expression, quite confident!

"Yun'er, you are..."

Lin Fan tried to reason, but before he could finish.

Diwu Yun'er just snorted, looking away to avoid Lin Fan's gaze.

Unwilling to explain further to Lin Fan.

"Anyway, I disagree!"

Diwu Yun'er was somewhat arrogant, even unreasonable.

The matter of Mo Ningxiang, she shouldn't be involved.

After all, she is merely Mo Ningxiang's good friend.

Concerning marriage or avoiding attention, logically she has no say, as long as Mo Chen agrees, it's fine.

Yet her firm attitude still influenced Mo Chen to some extent.

Hearing Diwu Yun'er's tone and attitude, Mo Chen, who had made up his mind, hesitated again.

He looked at Diwu Yun'er and then Lin Fan.

Three days until Dongmen Nu's visit.

Lin Fan's suggestion was indeed good, but very risky and abrupt.

Better to think it over for a day and ask Mo Ningxiang her opinion.

"Let's do this! Let's not decide on this matter yet. Wait for Xiang'er to wake up and ask her opinion. It's not too late to decide then. Let's not hastily make a decision, we still have three days until Dongmen Nu's scheduled day. What do you think, Lin Fan?"

Lin Fan's gaze did not leave Diwu Yun'er.

He was puzzled, why was Yun'er so angry?

Who was she mad at?

With no choice, Lin Fan nodded his head.

As soon as he finished speaking.

Diwu Yun'er stormed out without looking back, disappearing from view.

"Lin Fan, after all, it's a big matter, don't rush. Whether it's taking care of Xiang'er or attacking Wentian, it's not easy. Think it through."

"Clan Leader, don't worry, I've thought it through. But Yun'er...seems..."

Lin Fan seemed thoughtful, stopping mid-sentence, leaving it hanging.

"Clan Leader, I'll take my leave first."

"Qiong'er, head back to your room."

He hurriedly said twice, and without waiting for the two's response, he chased in the direction Diwu Yun'er left.

Mo Chen and Su Qiong exchanged awkward glances.

And parted ways.

...

"Yun'er! Yun'er, you are..."

Zheng!

A flash of silver, fast as lightning!

Lin Fan had just caught up to Diwu Yun'er, about to tap her shoulder to stop her.

Who knew.

A force engulfed him!

Murderous intent pressed!

"What the hell!"

Lin Fan exclaimed, retreating quickly!

The sword tip brushed past his nose.

Scorching.

Steadying himself, Lin Fan touched it, finding a trace of blood.

Damn?! What's going on?! Is this for real?! What's wrong with Yun'er?!

Lin Fan was utterly confused, looking up in terror.

Only to see Diwu Yun'er.

Her eyes were sharp, brows furrowed, lips tightly shut, face full of killing intent.

"Yun'er? You really..."

Swish swish!

Swish swish!

The silver dragon danced, twisting and turning!

Diwu Yun'er snorted, leaping high into the air!

The sword aimed directly at Lin Fan!

The sword's shadow fell like raindrops!

Filling the sky and earth!

Overwhelming!

Lin Fan was startled. He thought Diwu Yun'er was just throwing a small tantrum, never expecting deadly moves, intending to seriously attack him!

A tidal wave of overwhelming power surged forth.

Causing the ground where Lin Fan stood to tremble!

Lin Fan dared not be careless, knowing Diwu Yun'er was using all her Ninth Layer Unity Realm Stage abilities.

But even half-step Lower Heavenly Venerate Mo Yunsheng wasn't his match.

How could Diwu Yun'er possibly defeat him?

One breath.

Lin Fan did not move.

Two breaths.

Lin Fan still remained motionless.

Three breaths.

The sword light danced in the sky, almost touching Lin Fan's eyes.

Yet Lin Fan was still indifferent.

...

Clang!

The world fell silent.

Lin Fan stood with his eyes tightly closed.

His extended fingers clamped onto Diwu Yun'er's descending silver sword.

Diwu Yun'er was shocked, still wanting to draw her sword to attack again.

But.

No matter how hard she tried, the silver sword was held tightly, unable to move.

Lin Fan suddenly opened his eyes.

A sharp and cold light flashed across, staring straight at Diwu Yun'er.

With a twist of his wrist.

Clang!

Diwu Yun'er's hand went numb, instantly releasing her grip.

The silver sword fell to the ground.

Diwu Yun'er seemed like a deflated ball, suddenly dispirited, her eyes losing their previous gleam.

However, Lin Fan's voice was exceptionally gentle.

"Yun'er, what's wrong?"

In defiance, Diwu Yun'er lifted her head, glaring viciously at Lin Fan.

To Lin Fan's surprise!

Her eyes were red, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I'll go to Wentian with you!"

Leaving a sentence, Diwu Yun'er picked up the silver sword from the ground, and hurriedly ran off.

Lin Fan's heart felt like something had struck it, stopping abruptly.

Lin Fan... don't you know my heart?

Diwu Yun'er wiped the corner of her eyes, breaking into a smile through tears.