Yan Ning didn't know that he had been remembered, but he was still depressed in his heart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After consulting the ancient books of Wumen just now, he knew how to heal Li Feifei's father, but ...... Use intermittently.

Yan Ning and Li Liguo are in the same situation, they must use the Soul Resurrection Pill to restore the soul, Li Liguo needs it, and Yan Ning also needs it.

But there is only one plant intermittently, and if Li Liguo can be saved, Yan Ning himself will have no security, and within seven days, if he can't think of a way to solve it, Yan Ning will definitely die.

"Yan Ning, Yan Ning, you said that you pretend to be a big-tailed wolf, don't do a good sling, you have to wade into the troubled waters of Li Feifei, even if you save someone's father, people may not like you, so why take your life to save him." Yan Ning sighed to himself.

Yan Ning has never been a great person.

He has been frugal with his father since he was a child, he has suffered everything, and he has been bullied, and he knows the indifference and sinister nature of this society.

I finally got something that might be able to change my fate, but now I have to give it away, and I have to take my life, and it is not easy for anyone to feel good.

"Whatever, anyway, I still have seven days, so I'll save Li Liguo first. ”

Yan Ning gritted his teeth, no longer entangled, and pushed open the door, only to see that the house was turned into a mess, and the furniture was scattered on the ground, as if it had been patronized by thieves.

"Isn't it?, so unlucky?" Yan Ning hurriedly opened the drawer at the head of the bed and saw that the intermittent medicine box was indeed gone.

Yan Ning was suddenly anxious, and searched inside and out three times before confirming that it had really been stolen.

"True Nyima is unlucky!" Yan Ning spat out.

At this moment, Yan Ning sensed that something was wrong, as if someone was staring at him in the dark.

He looked back, and at some point there was already a rickety figure standing outside the door, holding a small black box in his hand, which was the one that stored the intermittent medicine box!

When Yan Ning saw the old man, he immediately became angry, and said scoldingly:

"Damn, you're still doing this kind of petty theft when you're old, don't blame me for not reminding you, hurry up and return the things to me, otherwise I'll beat you so much that you can't take care of yourself!"

The old man was naturally Song Lao, he weighed the medicine box and did not speak.

"Don't think I don't beat the old man! I'll count three times, and if I don't hand over my things, I'll make a move! I'll hit a very heavy hand, and I'll kill the cow with one punch!" Yan Ning said, approaching the old man step by step.

But in the next second, he instinctively sensed the aura of danger, and before he could dodge, he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and his body involuntarily flew out and slammed into the wall.

"Little guy," Song Lao walked up to Yan Ning's side, stretched out his hand and patted his face, "Your master didn't teach you, what does it mean to respect the old and love the young?"

Yan Ning knew that he was not a good stubble, and he complained bitterly in his heart, but he was still unconvinced: "Respect for the old man is not respect for you like the old bastard who steals chickens and dogs!"

"Hmph!" Song Lao raised his foot and stepped on Yan Ning's chest fiercely, Yan Ning felt as if his ribs were broken, "Who is your master?"

Yan Ning gritted his teeth and refused to make a sound, but Fang Shitian's shadow involuntarily appeared in his mind.

"Don't you want to say it, anyway, they are all from Wumen. None of this matters, hand over "Wumen Ghost Art". ”

Song Lao looked weak, but in fact, the soles of his feet had a thousand powers, Yan Ning felt a sweet throat, and he actually spit out a mouthful of blood!

It turned out that this old man was coming for the ancient books of Wumen, and Yan Ning's mind was running fast.

It had only been two days since he got the ancient books of Wumen, and he hadn't told anyone, how did the old man in front of him know? Looking at the appearance of this old man, it seemed that his cultivation was not shallow, why did he still want the ancient books of Wumen?

Song Lao slowly increased his leg strength, Yan Ning was already on the verge of collapse, thinking that the ancient books of Wumen were always outside his body, and he couldn't take his life, Yan Ning gritted his teeth: "In my schoolbag!"

"If you said no, you wouldn't have suffered all this?" Old Song sneered and snatched Yan Ning's schoolbag.

"I didn't know you wanted that!" Yan Ning shouted depressedly.

This old man beat himself up when he saw him, if he said at the beginning that he wanted the ancient books of Wumen, Yan Ning would have given it directly, but now he was beaten in vain.

Song Lao roughly tore the schoolbag to shreds, and the ancient books of Wumen naturally fell into his hands, Song Lao flipped through them casually, and his eyes suddenly showed excitement and greed: "It's really it! God help me!"

Yan Ning leaned against the corner of the wall and said weakly, "It's just a broken book, what do you want it for?"

Song Lao smiled and said: "It turns out that you are just a little waste who became a monk halfway, and you just got this ancient book by chance." Maoshan Wumen is rampant in the world with medical skills, among which Wumen Golden Needle is the essence of Wumen, how can you know the mystery!"

Yan Ning was surprised by the origin of the ancient books of Wumen, and also understood the preciousness of the ancient books of Wumen, but at this time, he was under pressure and had to give it to others: "You have also got the ancient books, please return the medicine box to me." ”

After hearing this, Song Lao laughed disdainfully: "You still want to be interrupted? Boy, do you know that you have provoked someone you can't mess with?"

Yan Ning could hear the origin of Song Lao this time: "The Fang family sent you?"

Regarding the ancient books of Wumen, Yan Ning had only used it when he was playing with Fang Jie, and the old man in front of him must have been a master invited by the Fang family, and he deduced from the toothpick on Fang Jie's shoulder that he had deduced the matter of the Wumen Golden Needle, and then he came to the door.

"The kid's head is bright," Song Lao took out a dagger from his arms and put it against Yan Ning's neck, the sharp blade suddenly cut a bloody mark on Yan Ning's neck, "It's not a secret, the Fang family paid 200,000 yuan to buy your life, chatter, they don't know, the value of this ancient book of Wumen in your hand is far more than 200,000!"

Yan Ning felt the threat of death, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

Now, if Yan Ning doesn't resist again, he will definitely die in the hands of this bad old man in front of him!

Thinking of this, Yan Ning suddenly shouted, turned over and took out an abacus from the drawer, and slapped it on Song Lao's face.

The abacus burst out with a burst of golden light, and actually forcibly knocked Song Lao away, and even knocked down a wall before stopping!

"I'll go, this thing works so well for the living?"

Yan Ning casually threw away the abacus that had lost its luster in his hand, and then grabbed the ancient books and medicine boxes of Wumen on the ground, as well as the remaining abacus, and ran away.

In the ruins, Song Lao slowly crawled out, only to see that he was covered in blood, and one of his eyes had been shattered.

At this time, his face was extremely ugly, and he never imagined that he would be planted in the hands of a yellow-haired boy. The duck in his hand flew, which was the limit of what Song Lao could endure!

"Yan Ning, yes, I, Song Yan, will make your life worse than death!"