As for why aliens can communicate without barriers, Zhao Yan didn't care.

Thanos speaks English anyway.

From the perspective of racial differences, Yang Zhixin looks no different from ordinary girls.

"What do you mean by aliens? Doesn't sound like a good ......."

Before she finished speaking, she saw Yang Zhixin's eyes roll, her body softened, and she fell backwards with her head to the sky.

Zhao Yan didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly dodged and reached out to hug her slender waist.

"Brother Yan, what are you ......" Xiao Wuyang just entered the door, and happened to witness this scene, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile that all men understand.

But I heard Zhao Yan say: "Get a bottle of wine, then prepare a pot of vinegar, boil, her injury has attacked." ”

Hearing Zhao Yan's serious tone, not like a joke, Xiao Wuyang immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.

"Aunt Chen, boil a big pot of vinegar!

Himself went straight to the storage room.

Yang Zhixin's previous amazing performance made Xiao Wuyang and others completely unable to see that she was seriously injured, and even Zhao Yan forgot about it for a while.

At this moment, the external enemy has been eliminated, and the environment is relatively safe, the tense strings in her heart are loosened, and the suppressed dark wounds suddenly erupt.

Holding Yang Zhixin, who was dying and trembling all over, Zhao Yan rushed to the second floor and put her on the bed.

The vinegar boiled quickly, and Aunt Chen wiped Yang Zhixin first.

Xiao Wuyang also ran up to the second floor with a few wine bottles.

Zhao Yan looked at the thing in his hand and was speechless for a while.

Royal Salute, Remy Martin, Romanée-Conti......

It's also a limited edition of a special year, the kind that has a price outside and no market.

"Wuyang, this is too extravagant, in fact, there is a bottle of two pot heads. Zhao Yan said helplessly.

Xiao Wuyang put the wine bottle on the ground and retorted as a matter of course: "Then how can it be done! Brother Yan's friend, how can you make do with it!"

If there were acquaintances present, they would definitely think that Xiao Wuyang had lost his mind.

He has no other hobby, but he likes to collect world-famous wines, for which he has built a thermostatic storage room. The ordinary care is all done by him.

If you want him to take out a bottle of wine, it is difficult to climb to the sky.

Unexpectedly, for Zhao Yan, he shot three bottles.

In the end, Zhao Yan casually took a bottle of royal salute and walked into the house.

Aunt Chen had already helped Yang Zhixin redress, the sweater was loose, and Zhao Yan rolled up one sleeve to expose his arm.

The skin is fair, as if it can be broken by blowing, and the texture is crystal clear, like a pink carving.

Zhao Yan identified the acupuncture points and went down with a needle.

"Huh?"

A needle went down, but it did not receive the expected effect, and the sharp tip of the silver needle could not pierce Yang Zhixin's skin.

This is a situation that Zhao Yan has never encountered since Yicheng.

took another silver needle, Zhao Yan held his breath and concentrated, and slowly pricked it down.

This time, the silver needle did not bend, but stabbed a depression in Yang Zhixin's arm.

Zhao Yan twisted the needle and rubbed it violently.

The silver needle finally penetrated the skin barrier and successfully pierced.

Zhao Yan secretly said that the method he used was no longer a doctor's method, but a proud move he used to assassinate.

The small silver needle was in his hand and could easily pierce through the steel plate.

The thirty-six silver needles that could have been put in place in the blink of an eye took ten minutes to announce that they were finished.

Two hours later, Zhao Yan walked out of Yang Zhixin's house, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

The whole process of treatment was fearful, for fear that Miss Yang would suddenly wake up and turn her face and not recognize anyone.

Fortunately, after Zhao Yan's local method of healing, Yang Zhixin's condition stabilized and she had fallen into a deep sleep.

Zhao Yan returned to his room and threw his body on the bed.

Even the guest rooms in the Xiao Mansion are also exquisitely decorated, although there are only a handful of people who have stayed in this room in the past five years.

But for Zhao Yan, there is no difference between the hardboard bed in his own house and the Jin Koil mattress in Xiao Wuyang's house.

He just received a message notification that there was another seven-digit transfer on a bank card.

Every time Xiao Wuyang settles a matter, Zhao Yan will get such a "gratuity." ”

There have been more than a dozen similar transfer records, and it can be said that the vast majority of people who get this card will not have to work hard for the rest of their lives.

It's just that this card has never had a record of spending.

Zhao Yan used his stiff right hand to make a phone call.

The call rang for 45 seconds and went unanswered.

"Sure enough, you still won't forgive me? ”

Zhao Yan smiled helplessly, edited a text message, thought about it, and deleted it again.

At six o'clock the next morning, Zhao Yan got up early, a habit he had developed for many years.

As soon as he walked out of the door, his heart tightened suddenly, and he subconsciously turned his head sideways.

A blade that shimmered with cold light stopped in front of him.

Zhao Yan looked at Yang Zhixin in surprise who had changed back into a white gauze dress in front of her, at this moment she was alive and well, how could she look like half of her body was seriously injured?

Yang Zhixin withdrew her sword and asked lightly, "Your strength is okay here, right?"

Zhao Yan didn't know how to answer for a while.

This is the first time he has been used to describe his strength with the word "improvised".

I don't know if it's a boast or a loss?

"Are you okay?" Zhao Yan had to divert the topic.

"It's far worse than before, but it should barely be enough to deal with you. Yang Zhixin smiled slightly, and the sword shot again, but this time the target was not Zhao Yan.

The courtyard of the Xiao Mansion is very elegantly arranged, and it is quite beautiful against the backdrop of the morning glow.

A pear blossom quietly bloomed in the courtyard and became the brightest stroke in the whole picture.

Zhao Yan's pupils contracted unconsciously.

Petals, stamens, lifelike.

It's all illusion from Yang Zhixin's sword light!

The petals quietly close and are sheathed.

Zhao Yan was dumbfounded, he had never seen this hand.

Yang Zhixin turned around, and the smile on her face was brighter than flowers.

"I can draw up to twenty-seven of these flowers at a time. ”

"But now, my injuries still need to recover, I see that you and your friends are good, this time, hum, I have to rely on you to take care of my food, clothing, housing and transportation!"

"Brother Yan, hmm...... This young lady, we ......."

Xiao Wuyang saw the two and wanted to say hello, but he didn't know Yang Zhixin's name.

"Everyone else calls me Miss, so can you call me that!" Yang Zhixin looked at ease.

Xiao Wuyang had to smile bitterly: "Two, I have already asked Zhou Ji to make an appointment with Master Qin, and they will come over later to choose a new residence for the two of you." ”

Zhao Yan knows Zhou Ji, who is Xiao Wuyang's right-hand man, shrewd and capable, and very business-minded.

As for this Master Qin, Zhao Yan had never heard of it.

Xiao Wuyang saw Zhao Yan's puzzled face, so he added: "Master Qin Bufan is a well-known feng shui master in Jingnan, and he has made several masterpieces in recent years, and he has a high reputation in the industry. It was not easy to invite him this time. He didn't make a move easily. ”

Xiao Wuyang obviously bleed heavily in order to invite this Qin Bufan to come out.

A crisp voice broke Zhao Yan's contemplation.

"Master, does he know how to do magic?"

Yang Zhixin blinked her eyes and asked curiously.