The car soon drove into the courtyard of a luxurious villa, Wen Tian hugged Ling Xiaoyun and followed Ling Zhengnan and his wife and hurriedly walked into the villa, there was a servant on the way to greet him, Ling Zhengnan just waved his hand and did not speak, came to a room on the second floor and pushed the door in, and after Wen Tian also entered, he closed the door with a "bang".

"Zhengnan, Yun'er refuses to come down in Xiaotian's arms, what should we do now?" Ling Xiaoyun's mother looked at her husband worriedly.

"Don't worry, Yiren, we'll have a way. Although Ling Zhengnan was also anxious, he still comforted his wife.

"The head of the family, Yun'er once mentioned Wentian to me, saying that his kung fu is also very good. Fu Bo looked at Wentian from the side, and Ling Xiaoyun only smiled reluctantly because he was worried.

"Oh!" Ling Zhengnan and his wife looked at Wentian in surprise, and then the two looked at each other, Ling Zhengnan nodded and said, "That's easy." "They still know the degree of their daughter's strength, and it is very good to be said by their daughter, so the young man in front of them must not be simple.

Then Ling Zhengnan turned his head and said to Wentian: "Xiaotian, don't mind if I call you that! To save Yun'er, I need Fu Bo and I to work together to suppress and discharge the cold qi in Yun'er's body.

In the past, when Yun'er was sick, we were all by her side, so we could discharge the cold in Yun'er's body along the meridians when the cold in Yun'er's body had not yet fully exerted itself.

But before, when I checked the condition of Xia Yun'er's body in the school, I found that the cold qi in her body had been fully exerted, and densely spread and invaded her whole body, and this time the cold qi came more violently and more powerful than any previous time.

It's very strange, although the cold qi in her body is great, it is quite calm, otherwise Yun'er's current situation may be unpredictable, I think it is probably because you are holding her, otherwise she would not be hanging on you.

As for what the reason is, it's not the main thing now, and now I'm worried about quickly removing the cold in Yun'er's body, but I'm afraid that as soon as she leaves you, the cold in her body will become violent, and when the time comes, I'm afraid that we won't have time to eliminate the cold in her body in time, and Yun'er will still be in danger of her life.

Therefore, there is only one way now, and that is to let Yun'er continue to lie in your arms, and Fu Bo and I will give her luck like this, but ......" Speaking of this, Ling Zhengnan looked at Wentian a little worriedly, and stopped talking.

Although he was very surprised that Ling Zhengnan could also practice, he didn't feel anything, but when Wentian heard this, he saw that he didn't speak, and he couldn't help but say in a hurry:

"But what, uncle, you say!"

Since Wentian called Ling Xiaoyun's mother an aunt, naturally called her father an uncle. Of course, in his heart, he didn't think there was anything wrong with calling it like this.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Ling Zhengnan asked, "Ask the sky, you should be able to feel the biting cold on Yun'er's body now, right?"

"Piercing" Wentian muttered in his heart, for himself, is this still a biting cold? I'm afraid it can only be regarded as a burst of cold air, but he still nodded and said, "I can feel it." So what?"

"When Fu Bo and I start to work to remove the cold qi from Yun'er's body, the biting cold qi you feel now will increase exponentially, and when the time comes, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand it!"

What's going on with you, that's it, isn't this a piece of cake, thinking of this, Wentian smiled confidently and said: "Uncle, don't worry, I can still stand this little bit of cold, let's start quickly." ”

Looking at Wen Tian's confident eyes, Ling Zhengnan nodded gratefully: "Thank you, okay, since it's okay, then let's start." ”

So, Wentian hugged Ling Xiaoyun's body and sat on the bed, while Ling Zhengnan and Fu Bo sat on the side of Wentian, the two of them glanced at each other, nodded slightly, and stretched out their right hands at the same time, and the two hands with two compelling air currents were reflected on Ling Xiaoyun's back, which was still trembling from time to time, and Ling Xiaoyun's body stiffened involuntarily.

Then she shook involuntarily, and her hands tightened Wentian's hard shoulders like chimes, and at the same time, the cold air on her body also began to flourish, gradually spreading in the air, and reducing the air temperature, and the water in the air began to atomize, and the fog enveloped Wentian and Ling Xiaoyun within two meters of their bodies, making the two of them look so real and illusory.

Wen Tian in the mist couldn't help but hug Ling Xiaoyun's delicate body tightly, and under the push and elimination of the internal forces of the two masters, Ling Zhengnan and Fu Bo, all the cold qi on her body was exhausted, and the cold qi that invaded and absorbed into her body was indeed several times stronger than before.

The cold air in Ling Xiaoyun's body seems to be endless, one by one, wave after wave into Wentian's body, if the cold air on Ling Xiaoyun's body is like the endless water of the heavenly river, pouring continuously, then Wentian's body is like an endless sea, it will never be full, and it will always be wrapped in the endless cold air.

And Ling Xiaoyun's mother, who was sitting on the side, looked nervously at the four people who were wrapped in the fog that was getting bigger and thicker, rubbing her hands together, and even her breathing was suppressed by the nervous anger in front of her to an extremely slow and fine frequency, as if she was afraid of disturbing the few people who were exercising.

Time passed under such a tense anger, and after half an hour, the fog in the air finally began to dissipate, and the figure in the fog gradually became clear.

Ling Zhengnan and Fu Bo, whose faces became extremely pale, slowly withdrew their hands, and the eyes that had just been closed to be able to concentrate more also opened, and a trace of exhaustion flashed in their eyes to meet Ling Xiaoyun's mother, who was looking nervous, and nodded to indicate that it was no longer a big problem.

Feeling that the cold qi flowing into his body was getting less and less, and finally disappeared, Wen Tian hurriedly opened his eyes and looked at the beauty in his arms:

Ling Xiaoyun's original pale face was already a little bloody, she was no longer trembling, her hands were no longer tightly grasping Wentian's shoulders, her breathing became smooth and even, and she vomited for a while, and her tense body relaxed, becoming more soft and silky, like satin.

Ling Zhengnan, who had already gotten out of bed, leaned down and hugged his wife, his handsome face seemed to be dozens of years old in an instant, and his voice was a little hoarse:

"Yun'er Fu has a big life, if she can survive this time, there will definitely be a way in the future, don't worry, let's go out first, let Yun'er have a good rest." ”

When everyone came outside the house together, they found that only Ling Xiaoyun's mother was left, and Ling Zhengnan and Fu Bo were gone.

Looking at Wentian's confused eyes, Ling Xiaoyun's mother knew what he was thinking, and said with a smile:

"They've exhausted so much and they're tired, now they're going back to the house to breathe, and let's go down and sit down, I know you have a lot of doubts. As he spoke, he walked downstairs and instructed the servants to prepare tea.

Wentian glanced back at Ling Xiaoyun's room, then followed downstairs to the living room, and sat on the sofa under the greeting of Ling Xiaoyun's mother.

"What to drink?" Don't worry about your daughter's affairs for the time being, and the Sui people's smiles are much kinder.

Wen Tian didn't know what to drink, so he could only say helplessly: "Whatever!"

After the two of them said a few words casually, Wentian could no longer hold back the question in his heart, and boldly asked:

"Auntie, can you tell Xiao Yun what is going on with her illness now?"

Su Yiren looked at Wen Tian for a while, and saw that he was really anxious, very worried, and sighed, this is the third time she sighed today, as soon as she talked about her daughter, she couldn't help but feel sad, leaned back back, her body sank deep into the sofa, her hands also put down the tea set, and after looking at the ceiling for a while, she said in a low voice:

"Yun'er, her life is miserable! She was born with a congenital terminal disease that only exists in rumors, and the Xuanyin Pulse ......"

When Wen Tiangang heard this, his heart shook wildly, he stood up suddenly, and blurted out:

"Xuanyin Absolute Pulse?"

"Yes!" the Sui nodded heavily.

"That's not true, is it?"

Wen Tian's eyes muttered to himself, you must know that the Xuanyin Absolute Pulse is only seen in novels, although Wen Tian does not know much about the condition of this congenital terminal disease, but also knows that people with this symptom will die young, and now Wen Tian's heart is not only unbelievable, but also uncertain, there is a deep worry from the bottom of his heart.

And then the Sui went on to say:

According to ancient records, this kind of terminal disease is also rare in a hundred years, and people with this incurable disease, the congenital constitution is yin, usually in the meridians will continue to spontaneously produce a kind of yin and cold qi, not only destroy the balance of yin and yang in the body, so that the body yin and yang imbalance, and after a long time, it will also block the meridians, resulting in poor qi and blood in the meridians.

Usually, people with this terminal illness do not live past the age of fifteen due to the abundance of cold qi in their bodies. ”

"Auntie, then Xiao Yun should be eighteen or nine by now, she has lived past fifteen years old, have you found a cure?"

When Wentian heard that the person with this terminal illness would not live more than fifteen, his heart suddenly twitched violently, he felt so uncomfortable, his chest was suppressed by unknown emotions, and there was a kind of despair that was about to suffocate.

Then suddenly thought of Ling Xiaoyun, she was already seventeen or eighteen, and she had already passed the hurdle of fifteen, and she couldn't help but have hope in her heart, nervous and worried, expectant and afraid, looking at Su Yiren, waiting for her answer. It seems that Wentian is getting deeper and deeper in this quagmire of love, and now it has reached the point where he can't extricate himself.