readx;?“ Didn't that Rong Gongzi say that he was not the messenger of the god of flowers, in this case, let's wait and see what happens, and then discuss again when he leaves. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" said one of the men after a moment of hesitation.

If you say that it is better to brake quietly, you will plan when things are calm, and if you don't listen to it, you are afraid and want to hide.

Zi Saliva Wanmu was angry in his heart, and he still looked like a son, but he was obviously afraid.

Covering his chest, Zi Liao Wanmu's face was gloomy, that kid's martial arts are indeed terrifyingly high, but what about high martial arts, there are many killing methods in this world, who said that you must win with martial arts.

Glancing gloomily at the person who had just spoken, Zi Saliva Wanmu spoke again.

"What you need to worry about now is not Zi Saliva Qianxian, he can't set off much wind and waves, didn't you hear him say, that piece of Flower God Order is Zi Saliva Qianhao, the Flower God Order represents a person's identity, how can Zi Saliva Qianhao easily give it to others."

After the purple saliva curtain was finished, everyone in the room fell into deep thought.

Purple Saliva Qianhao must have known what happened in the clan, it is very likely that there is something involved, she can't leave, so she handed over the Flower God Order to Rong Ling, but even if Zi Lian Qianhao is not there, they still have no chance of winning against Rong Ling.

Purple Saliva Wanmu's martial arts are among the best in the clan, he can't even resist Rong Ling's leaking internal force, aren't they killing themselves when they go to deal with Rong Ling.

Zi Liwan looked coldly at the expressions on the faces of the people in the room, and sneered again and again in his heart.

"This is the case first, wait and see what happens for a few days." Purple saliva Wanmu waved impatiently to the people in the room.

The occupants of the house quickly withdrew, leaving him alone in the house for contemplation.

He won't give up, he's been planning for more than ten years, and he's about to become a patriarch, so he won't give up whatever he says.

As long as Rong Ling is solved, no one will dare to block his way.

Zi Saliva Wanhua's body was cleaned, and his whole body was covered with scars, the old wounds had stuttered, but the new injuries were still bleeding.

On the side, Purple Saliva clenched his fists tightly, and wrote down those who tortured his father over and over again. Someday he'll double it back.

"Miss Wei'an, can my father's injuries be healed?" Purple Saliva Qianxing stood beside the bed, and Wei An was examining Purple Saliva Wanhua's body.

Zi Saliva knew in his heart that his father's injury was unless he was an immortal. Otherwise, it will never be rescued, the tendons of the hands and feet are broken, and after such a long time, there is almost no possibility of cure.

In fact, he was already desperate in his heart, and he had accepted that his father had been abolished. His father would spend the rest of his life in bed.

Wei An slowly put down Zi Yu Wanhua's hand, if it was an ordinary person, she would definitely shake her head and say that she couldn't cure this injury, but this person was Hao'er's father, and Hao'er died to save Wen Xin, so she couldn't sit idly by.

"Girl, I don't need to say it, I know I'm making things difficult for the girl." Seeing that Wei An was silent for a long time, Zi Liqian thought that she couldn't bear to tell the truth to hit him.

Wei An sat up straight and looked at Zi Liao.

"It's not that there is no chance of success, it's just a little troublesome. I was just thinking about what medicinal herbs I needed, and I was going to let you go and procure them, and your father was not completely out of the question. ”

If she was directly treated with aura, the injuries on Zi Li's body would be healed in less than a day, but in that case, her ability would be exposed, and she didn't know what Zi Liao Qianxing would think of her.

Exposing abilities is sure to cause trouble, so treating them with both drugs and Aura is a little less troublesome, although it takes longer.

I heard Wei An say that there is a cure. Zi Liao Qianxun was stunned in place, still wondering that he had auditory hallucinations in his ears just now, how could his father's serious injury still be treated.

Thinking of Rong Ling's unfathomable ability. Thinking of his sister waiting beside the god of flowers, these people said that they were friends of their sister, so it is not surprising that they have such magical skills, and his sister also has magical skills.

Purple saliva Qianxing confirmed that he was not having auditory hallucinations, his expression was a little excited, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Lady Ann. No matter what herbs I need, I will find them, please do your best to save my father, even if the situation is not optimistic afterwards, I won't blame you, Miss Lao bothered. ”

Purple saliva Qianxian bent deeply ninety degrees to Wei'an, his face was deeply grateful, and he was very glad in his heart, God was on his side, otherwise how could he let him meet them, meet these nobles in his life.

Wei An helped Zi Liao Qianxian, and said to him: "Hao'er is my friend, and her father should also be my elder, you don't need to be so polite, I'll prepare a list of medicinal materials, and you can send someone to find it." ”

Zi Shui Qianxing was stunned when he heard this, he knew what Wei An meant, she would save his father not because of him, but because of his sister.

Still, he was grateful to her.

Zi Lian Wanhua was carried out of the house, breathing in the fresh air outside, he listened to everything Zi Lian Qianxing said, it was really his son who came back.

His daughter asked for help, why didn't he hear his daughter's voice, and she still wouldn't call him daddy?

Zi Liwan Wanhua's body trembled slightly with excitement, and his hands and feet were broken because of broken tendons, and he wanted to lift them up, but he couldn't move a bit.

"This girl, you are a friend of Hao'er, what about my Hao'er, where is she? Didn't she come back? Zi Wanhua's voice was intermittent, the cleaning just now made his whole body ache like fire, and now although the wound was medicated, his body was still like a hammer beating, a dull pain.

But the pain in my body is not half as good as the pain of missing my daughter.

Hearing this, Wei'an stopped what she was doing, she first glanced at Zi Lian Qianxing, and then looked at Zi Lian Wanhua on the bed.

"No, she's back."

Hearing this, Zi Liao Qian's eyes widened because of shock, his sister came back, and the coffin appeared in his mind, Zi Liao Qianxing couldn't help but take a few steps back, his expression was extremely painful, and his eyes were full of bright red bloodshot and looked at Wei An.

No, his sister is waiting by the side of Lord Flower, her martial arts are so high, who can hurt her, the person in the coffin is definitely not his sister, and things are definitely not what he thinks.

Wei An couldn't bear to look at Purple Purple Thousand Raids' painful expressions, and her default attitude shattered Purple Sorrow's last glimmer of hope.

Zi Saliva Qianxing covered his mouth tightly with his hands, not daring to make a strange sound, and looked at his father on the bed with painful and worried eyes, if his father knew about this, he didn't know how much he would be hit.

Zi Lian Wanhua sighed faintly when she heard Wei An's words, and said, "She still hasn't changed, she is still so indifferent, she has come back but she refuses to come to see me, and she refuses to call me Dad." ”

Zi Lian Wanhua remembered that more than ten years ago, when Hao'er was only a few years old, her eyes were cold and ruthless when she looked at him, and a pair of beautiful purple eyes did not have a trace of human emotion.

He knew that her daughter was different from ordinary people, she had special abilities and waited by the god of flowers, he dreamed of hearing Hao'er call him daddy, and dreamed that she had normal human emotions, and she was not like a piece of wood, she would laugh when she was happy, and cry when she was sad. (To be continued.) )