Updated: 211-11-16

"What did you all talk about?" asked Yang Yi curiously on the way back. In his heart, it was like thousands of ants were biting, and he really wanted to know what they were talking about.

"You just want to know that?" Sun Ying raised the corners of her mouth, wanting to laugh, but she endured it.

"Hmm. Yang Yi nodded obediently.

"I won't tell you!" After speaking, Sun Ying jumped and ran away, at least on the surface it looked happy.

Yang Yi stayed where he was, watching Sun Ying's little ass swaying away, eager to catch up, take off her pants, and slap her big thick hands a few times. But Yang Yi weighed it again and again, and still gave up this tempting idea. There's no way, who let the family have a cow x master.

When Yang Yi and Sun Ying came back, the two old men had already gone to sleep, and they were old and easy to get sleepy.

Yang Yi lay on the bed, thinking about everything that had happened recently, wonderful but unreal. More than a month ago, he was still struggling with thousands of dollars in tuition, but now he has a villa and millions of savings in his card. I got to know a great official who could be said to be as big as heaven in my father's eyes. Yang Yi thought about everything in the past, thinking that he had offended more and more enemies. I remembered the last time Lin Xiaodan was kidnapped. He is afraid, the fear of the soul. He didn't dare to think about what kind of ridicule it would be if he didn't happen to see Lin Xiaodan kidnapped last time? Yang Yi knew that his strength alone was still too thin. No matter how strong he is, he can't stay by their side all the time. So he decided to develop his own power, his own power. Yang Yi imagined that he would be majestic with a group of subordinates in the future, and fell asleep in a daze when he thought about it.

"Yangyi, squeak the old lady if you don't die?" Sun Ying knocked on the door.

Yang Yi got up from the bed and looked at the watch at the bedside, it was already eight o'clock. "Wait, it's coming, what's the soul cry early in the morning?" Yang Yi put on a piece of clothing haphazardly, opened the door, and Sun Ying stood outside with a pout. He looked angry.

"Why do you sleep like a dead pig, the old lady knocked for a long time before opening the door. Are you doing something unseemly again?" Sun Ying squeezed in sideways from beside Yang Yi. Eyes are wandering.

"You're doing something unseemly. What's the matter?" Yang Yi said angrily. Damn the dreamers.

Sun Ying looked at it for a long time and didn't find anything abnormal. A look of disappointment. "Grandpa told you to go down to dinner. Hurry up. After speaking, he pushed Yang Yi away and went downstairs.

Yang Yi couldn't figure it out, how could this woman's temper be good and bad for a while? When Yang Yi went downstairs, the two old men didn't know what they were talking about, and they were chatting happily.

Mao Feng beckoned to Yang Yi, "Yang Yi hurry up and come over to eat." If you don't come again, someone should be in a hurry. Hehe..."

"Grandpa Mao, what are you talking about?" Sun Ying pulled Old Man Mao's arm and coquettishly.

Yang Yi sat down and asked while eating, "Grandpa Mao, when will we start treatment?"

"Hehe, I'm not in a hurry as a patient, but you, the doctor, are in a hurry. The wrinkles on Mao Feng's face turned into chrysanthemums. He also likes Yang Yi's child.

"No, it's just that the longer you drag on this disease, the more difficult it will be to treat. That's why I'm in a hurry. Yang Yi hurriedly explained.

"Then let's start after eating?" Mao Feng looked at Sun Aiguo inquiringly.

"Okay, hehe, old Maotou, you should get well quickly and wait for the person I killed to turn over on his back," Sun Aiguo said with a smile to Mao Feng.

"I'm afraid you don't have that ability. Mao Feng said with disdain.

Sun Aiguo asked Yang Yi to prepare a separate room, and Yang Yi was invited out.

Sun Aiguo grabbed Yang Yi's hand at the door, and his face did not have his usual smile. said to Yang Yi with a solemn face: "Xiaoyi, you must cure him, he has dedicated most of his life to the country and made great contributions." The country cannot live without him. I'm here to take him and thank you. Sun Aiguo saluted Yang Yi. Then he walked out of the room heavily.

Yang Yi suddenly regretted his impulsiveness. It's good to say if it's cured, but if it's not cured. The consequences Yangyi really can't afford it. But there is no room for retreat. You can only do your best.

Mao Feng was still smiling, without the nervousness before the operation. said to Yang Yi: "Xiaoyi, don't listen to what Sun Monkey said, don't have a psychological burden." Life and death are up to you. ”

"Hmm," Yang Yi nodded heavily.

Yang Yi helped Old Man Mao take off his clothes, and looking at the scars on his body covered with large and small scars, Yang Yi was in awe. This is an honor, a medal, a medal of his own.

After Yang Yi anesthetized the old man with a dragon needle, he sealed the acupoints around his body. Only the acupuncture point leading to the left hand remains. He was afraid that in case, if he couldn't use the Divine Yuan to eliminate that mass of dead qi and strip the old man's soul, he would have to force it out of his body through his arms, and then slowly refine it.

Yang Yi slowly infiltrated the Shenyuan into the old man's mind through the dragon needle, and the dead qi was only the size of a matchbox, entrenched above his mind, like a shrunken dark cloud. Many tiny tentacles stretched out of it to connect to the old man's brain. Yang Yi didn't know if rashly cutting off these tentacles would cause any harm to the old man. Watch carefully. The dead air seemed to sense Yang Yi's entry and dodged around. Yang Yi Shenyuan turned into a claw and grabbed the dead qi, which was like smoke that had been blown away, and then slowly reunited. Condensed into its original form. Caught again, the result was still the same, but this time, Yang Yixue was obedient. The Divine Element transforms into a closed ball, trapping a cloud of dead qi in it. Dead air rushed left and right. But he couldn't break through Yang Yi's Shenyuan closure. Yang Yi withdrew Shenyuan and carefully observed the small ball of dead qi that was caught. This mass of death has a strong aura of death. Like the corpse qi, it belongs to a dark power, but the dead qi is also mixed with a little pale cyan, which is the fragment of the old man's soul. A divine fire ignited on the fingertips, slowly baking the dead air, the soul is angry, not afraid of the yang fire, the dead air is afraid of the yang fire. That's why Yang Yi roasted it with divine fire. But although the death qi can be reduced, the effect is minimal, Yang Yi couldn't help frowning, and devoured it with the divine element, but the divine yuan and the death qi are very repulsive, and it can't be done at all. Yang Yi almost exhausted all methods, but it didn't work, and in the end, Yang Yi could only sit on the edge of the bed in a daze. The methods are constantly being rehearsed in my head. "TMD, I can't cure you of a dead breath even if I'm a big living person?" Yang Yi stood up scolding. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration occurred in my mind. "That's right, life and death, hehe..." Yang Yi grinned. There is exactly a set of exercises in the Nine Dragons Ring, which was created by the God of Life, and the vitality that exudes can make all living things grow. He accidentally flipped it a few days ago, tried to practice, and the effect was not bad. Now it's time to use it against dead air.