Looking at the unusually concerned eyes of the young man in front of him, Su Yiren's heart couldn't help but feel a deep sadness, sad for his daughter, and sad for the young man in front of him, she was a person from the past, and she was pursued by many people when she was young.

Naturally, I can read and understand the love and worry that Wentian's eyes unconsciously revealed, but the hateful God is destined to make it impossible for them to be together, and her daughter once said that in her short life, she will be a person who will not have love and should not have love, thinking of this, he shook his head sadly and said:

"No, that's just because, since she was a child, Yun'er's father found an internal strength method for her to practice specializing in Yin and Cold True Qi, hoping to convert all the Yin and Cold Qi that spontaneously generated and blocked in the meridians into Yin Cold True Qi, so that she could live.

However, after all, human calculation is not as good as heavenly calculation, although her internal strength with the help of her congenital physique, it can be said that she is progressing rapidly in a thousand days, but it is precisely because of the internal strength and mental method of cultivating Yin and Cold True Qi that Yun'er's kung fu progress is not fast, but it also aggravates the symptoms of her Nine Yin Decisive Pulse.

In the past two years, although he has rarely fallen ill, as long as he is sick, the cold qi of the nine yin veins in his body has become more and more fierce and fierce every time, if it weren't for Yun'er's father and Fu Bo's continuous suppression of internal force in the past two years to eliminate the cold qi in the body, I'm afraid, Yun'er wouldn't have lived to be fifteen years old.

This time I finally got safe and sound, and I don't know ...... next time."

Speaking of this, tears were already flashing in the eyes of the Sui people, their voices were choked, and they couldn't cry anymore.

Ask God to know that he has caused the sadness of the Suyi people again, but what can he do, his heart is now also overwhelmed by a thick sadness, he doesn't believe it, he can't believe that a girl as good as Ling Xiaoyun and a kind-hearted girl has little time, and she is uncomfortable like a worm constantly biting and devouring her heart.

Wentian asked emotionally, "Auntie, it's hard to ...... Isn't there a way to do it?"

The plain man knew that he was a little out of shape in front of a child, and quickly reflected it, wiped the tears from his eyes with a hand towel, took a deep breath and said:

"Yes, yes, but it's very ethereal, and that comes from legends. ”

When Wen Tian heard that there was a way, he couldn't help but perk up, and hurriedly urged:

"Auntie, tell me what the hell is going on? Although it is a legend, it is better than nothing!"

According to legend, someone once found a medicinal herb called Bingling Yunlian on Kunlun Mountain, which could be used to cure the congenital terminal disease of Xuanyin Absolute Vein, but that was just a legend, and no one had ever seen it.

We have been looking for more than ten years but have not been able to find it, alas!"

The more the Sui people said that their voices were low, and the more they talked, the less confident they became. The sad color on his face is thick like the spring breeze and autumn rain that cannot be dissolved.

"Bingling Yunlian?

Wentian kept silently chanting this name in his heart, glanced back at Ling Xiaoyun's room, and said firmly in his heart:

Xiaoyun, perhaps, I have fallen in love with you unconsciously, so I will never watch you lose your face and leave me like this, don't worry, I will definitely save you, and I believe that I will definitely save you.

After knowing Ling Xiaoyun's condition, Wentian understood, everything understood, and he understood why her eyes showed endless sorrow from time to time, as well as her love for life, forgiveness and tolerance for others.

I also understand why she stopped herself yesterday, because it was out of her perception of her own life, her love for life, and her yearning for someone who can live well.

Got it, got it......

The next day, Wentian disappeared, only put a piece of paper on the glass coffee table in the living room of the room, with a few sentences on it, to the effect that he had something to do, and wanted to go back to the mainland, and asked Wang to clean them to help ask the teacher for half a month's leave, and in the days when Wentian disappeared, the underground world of Macao also began to rise at the same time, the dark tide was turbulent, and the wind and rain were about to come!

This night, the sky is dark and the moon is overshadowed, the pedestrians on the road are depressed, the dim street lamp pulls the lonely shadow of the old man who is hurrying by, and a wild dog comes out of a dark alley, and walks lightly to the middle of the road, and his heart is secretly singing:

Now I can also walk on the road of this old dog in a dignified manner, a beam of light illuminates the dusky street, I saw a car from a corner of the street turned around, the dazzling light frightened the wild dog in the middle of the road "stabbed" panicked into the dark alley on the side, really where to hit, where to hit, this thing is not seen after all.

After the car, then two cars followed, driving in a row, stopping at the door of a noisy entertainment city, there were two big men who looked like waiters standing at the gate of the entertainment city, seeing that the car stopped, he hurriedly stepped forward and pulled the car door, hunched over and said with a professional smile on his face: "Sir, please!"

There were about fourteen or five big men in black suits in a swarm of three cars, all of them with a cold and cold air on their bodies, and their cold eyes were full of spirit, and they were all strong in their gestures, and this group of people did not say a word, and at first glance they were organized and disciplined underground forces.

The man in the middle with a beard and a beard in his forties was clearly the head of the group, with an eagle nose hooked, pursed lips with a horse face, and a cold flash in the treacherous eagle eyes, which made people look at the poisonous snake coldly.

The two waiter-like men also obviously saw that something was wrong at this time, so many people, and all of them looked like bad guys, wouldn't they be here to smash the field?

"Sir, please, please!"

"Hmph! Tell the ruffian to come out and see our boss. ”

A big man next to the boss snorted coldly and said unceremoniously.

As soon as the big man who stepped forward to talk heard this, and looked at this posture again, it was also interesting, and hurriedly glanced at another accomplice and asked him to hurry in and inform the boss, while not daring to offend even more respectfully:

"The waiter has already gone in to inform our boss, a few of you will go in first, okay!"

At the suggestion of the leading boss, a group of people walked into the noisy entertainment city under the leadership of this janitor.

The dim lights, the shouting of the crazy twisted and swaying body, the hair fluttering, the appearance of a madman, mixed with the smell of tobacco and alcohol.

When the big man who led the way led a group of big men in black suits through the crowd, he saw a group of strong men with thick shoulders and wide waists on the second floor on the opposite side hugging a middle-aged man in a suit who was about thirty-eight or nine years old.

If so, you are not polite to start fighting, after all, on your own territory, as soon as you say hello, there will be hundreds of people crowding, and I am afraid that he will only have more than a dozen people on the other side, although I heard his subordinates say that the other party does not seem to be simple.

This guy called Ruffian Zhang, his body is slightly fat, his skin is fair, as if he is a little whiter than a woman's skin, his face is sleek and cunning, his nose can see disgusting nose hair, his small eyes reveal a treacherous streamer, and the fierce color is hidden in it, and he doesn't seem to be a simple character.

The ruffian Zhang watched the other party come to his face, and suddenly felt a cold current, looking at the terrifying chill that shot out of the almost emotionless eyes of the other party's subordinates, even a fierce character like him couldn't help but tighten his back for a while, his heart trembled slightly, and secretly thought about walking forward and asked:

"Friend, I heard from my subordinates that you are looking for me, I don't know what is the matter?"

"Hehe, you are Mr. Zhang Mao, I am ......" The sinister boss said this, looked around on both sides, and said to Zhang Mao: "It's inconvenient here, can you find a quiet place to talk?"

Zhang Mao didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the other party's gourd, his narrow eyes flashed, and after staring at the other party for a while, he said, "Then please come with me to my office to talk!"

After holding everyone back, only Liu Li and the cold middle-aged man with a beard were left in the room. Zhang Mao lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, spit out a big smoke ring, and said with a smile:

"Now that there's no one, you can say it, who are you, what's the matter with me?"

The cold middle-aged man with the eight-character beard stood up from his seat and said slowly and proudly:

"Let me introduce myself first, I am the leader of the Japanese Yamaguchi Group who was sent to Macau to ask for heaven this time, and I am in charge of the affairs of Macau, and I am honored to know your second boss Zhang Mao of the Sleepy Dragon Gang, oh, no, I am now the boss of the Sleepy Dragon Gang. ”

And Zhang Mao's face turned pale for a while when he heard that the other party was from the Japanese Yamaguchi Group, but after all, he was the boss, and he recovered quickly, and after slowly listening to the words of Inoue Nan, Zhang Mao flicked the cigarette butt in his hand, and said with a calm smile:

"First of all, welcome to you, Mr. Inoue of Japan, welcome to Macau, China, but I think you may be mistaken, I am not the second Zhang Mao of the Sleepy Dragon Gang, I am the first Zhang Mao of the South China Association. ”

Inoue Yinan smiled confidently and looked at Zhang Maodao:

"Mr. Zhang, whether you are Zhang Mao of the Sleepy Dragon Gang or Zhang Mao of the South China Association, you are all Zhang Mao anyway, is there any difference?"

Zhang Mai stared at the south of Inoue and said coldly:

"Of course, there is a difference, the Trapped Dragon Gang has been destroyed, so Zhang Mao of the Trapped Dragon Gang no longer exists, and now only Zhang Mao of the South China Association remains. ”

Inoue Nan's complexion changed, and he became cold and said:

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, I don't want to mess around with you on this issue anymore, I'm here to fulfill the peace agreement between us, and you won't forget it. ”

"I don't understand what you're saying?" Zhang Mao began to pretend to be confused.

"What? Do you want to quit?"

"Bang" Inoue Nan propped up his two hands on the table violently, staring at Zhang Mao who was still sitting on the chair with a tiger's eye, and at the same time a coercion on himself rose up and forced the other party away, like a hungry wolf who chose people to devour, and the cold light in his eyes pierced Zhang Mao directly.