"It's done!"

A smile appeared on Ye Wuchen's face.

The Divine Yun Pill is only four grades, and it is quite easy for him.

Mo Xiyan looked delighted.

The injuries in their bodies will soon be healed.

"Husband, you heal your wounds first, and I will protect you from the Dharma. ”

Mo Xiyan said to Ye Wuchen.

Ye Wuchen said to Mo Xiyan: "Let's go together." ”

He knew what Mo Xiyan was worried about.

She was worried about whether Ouyang Yuntian would have bad intentions.

"Don't worry, just heal in peace. ”

Ye Wuchen smiled.

No matter what Ouyang Yuntian's character is, his father-son love for Ouyang Yaori is true.

Therefore, as long as Ouyang Yaori's poison is not resolved, they don't have to worry too much.

"Hmm. ”

Mo Xiyan nodded lightly.

She began to take the Divine Yun Pill to heal her wounds.

Ye Wuchen is also healing.

Following!

Ye Wuchen opened his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It's restored. ”

The Divine Yun Pill really worked.

His internal injuries have all healed.

Even the injured meridians are completely restored.

It's even tougher.

The recovery from the injury also loosened the tight strings in Ye Wuchen's heart.

He turned his head to look at Mo Xiyan.

Mo Xiyan is still healing.

The injuries in her body were much heavier than Ye Wuchen's, and it would take more time to fully recover.

"It's really risky this time. ”

Ye Wuchen clenched his fists, his face solemn.

Although it was not the most dangerous one, it was the most seriously injured since he was reborn.

Almost, died.

"We must improve our cultivation as soon as possible. ”

Ye Wuchen was very urgent.

Strong strength is the foundation of life.

He can't rely on wits every time.

What if one day I can't figure out what to do?

Waiting to die?

Therefore, it is imperative to improve one's cultivation.

Ye Wuchen sensed this body, and his brows furrowed deeply: "This body is too weak." ”

In his previous life, he was born into the Holy Emperor family.

His physical body is extremely powerful.

When he was only four or five years old and had not yet cultivated, he was able to kill a tiger with one punch with the strength of his physical body.

After all, the Holy Imperial Clan is the most powerful race of the Human Race.

In the history of the Terran Race, there have been three Terran Holy Emperors in the Holy Imperial Clan.

This powerful bloodline will naturally continue.

This Holy Emperor bloodline is also the foundation of the Saint Emperor clan's strength.

And his current body is too weak.

Even if there is a transformation of the Creation Saint Yuan Gong, it is still extremely fragile.

Ye Wuchen was very dissatisfied with this body.

In particular, the healing power of the Creation Saint Yuan Gong performed extremely poorly in this physical body.

"Forget it. ”

Ye Wuchen smiled bitterly and shook his head.

After all, he had been reborn into this body, and God couldn't let him do it all over again.

Besides, whether there is a holy royal family or not, it is not certain.

"Even if you don't have the physical body of the Holy Imperial Family. ”

Ye Wuchen's eyes were full of determination: "What the ancestors can do, I, Ye Wuchen, can also do." ”

The Holy Imperial Family was not a powerful Holy Imperial Family from the beginning.

In the beginning, they were also very weak.

It was the ancestors of their clan who made unremitting efforts to ascend to the top of the Holy Emperor that gave them the name of the Holy Imperial Family.

In this way, there is the bloodline of the Holy Emperor.

At this moment, Mo Xiyan opened his eyes.

Ye Wuchen hurriedly asked with concern, "Wife, how is it?"

"It's all right!"

Mo Xiyan raised his fist and said with a smile.

All internal injuries were repaired.

The powerful power in the body can also function freely.

Even, she felt a little stronger.

Maybe it won't be long before she can break through to the Sixth Heaven of the Spirit Journey Realm.

"That's good. ”

Ye Wuchen smiled and said, "The injuries have all recovered, and we can go back with confidence." ”

"I've recovered from my injuries, and I can't be careless. ”

Mo Xiyan shook his head and said solemnly: "If you encounter that Jiang Feng again, it will still be a big trouble." ”

Mo Xiyan knows.

Now Ye Wuchen doesn't have a seven-grade Lei Ling Pill.

If they encounter the river wind again on the road, they will have to fight to the death.

It is estimated that there is no hope even if it is a desperate battle.

The river wind is too strong.

Ye Wuchen's smile froze, and he also became solemn.

After thinking about it, Ye Wuchen said in a deep voice: "We all have two chances to enter the Spirit Pagoda to cultivate, and this time we will work hard to improve our cultivation when we go back." ”

Mo Xiyan nodded.

That's what she intended.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go out. ”

Ye Wuchen got up and stretched out his hand to Mo Xiyan.

Mo Xiyan grabbed Ye Wuchen's hand and got up, and the two walked out together.

"Ye Gongzi, Miss Mo. ”

He Bi saw Ye Wuchen and Mo Xiyan come out, and hurriedly saluted: "Breakfast is ready, two distinguished guests, please come with the slave maid." ”

The two followed He Bi to the restaurant.

"Sister Xiyan!"

Seeing the two coming, Xia Xue immediately stood up and waved to the two.

Ye Wuchen raised his eyes and looked at it, with a smile on his face.

Both girls are very nice.

They seem to be having a good time here.

Especially Lin Jingya, this girl is chatting with Ouyang Yaori hotly.

"Ye Gongzi, Miss Mo, please take a seat. ”

Ouyang Yuntian said with a smile.

It was rare to see his son happy, and Ouyang Yuntian was also full of smiles.

The two of them sat down.

After all, the Yaowang Mansion is not small, and the breakfast is still very rich.

While eating breakfast, we chatted.

Nice atmosphere.

Suddenly, Ye Wuchen asked Ouyang Yuntian, "How did the poison on your son's body come from?"

Ouyang Yuntian, a seven-rank spirit pill master, could not be dissolved, which showed that this poison was not simple.

There is also a grudge between him and Jian Donglai.

Ye Wuchen felt that there might be something related to this.

It's just that he's weird.

Jian Donglai is a sword cultivator, so he shouldn't do such a thing as poisoning.

Ouyang Yaori, who was chatting with Lin Jingya, stopped and looked at Ouyang Yuntian.

He's always been curious, too.

How did the poison in his body come about?

This poison tormented him for more than ten years.

At one point, he wanted to die.

It's just that whenever he watched his father forget to sleep and eat to find spiritual objects and prepare antidotes, he survived strongly.

He could have died, but if he died, how painful would his father be?

He knew that Ouyang Yuntian had established this huge Medicine King Mansion for him.

Ouyang Yuntian is the king of medicine, but he claims to be unable to save him when he sees death.

It's because he's not here to save others.

He was there to save Ouyang Yaori.

Therefore, he tried his best to endure the pain and not let his father worry.

He also asked a few times over the years.

Where did the poison come from?

It's just that Ouyang Yuntian never refused to say it.

Today, will he say?

The smile on Ouyang Yuntian's face disappeared, replaced by endless shame and remorse.

He was silent, as if hesitating.

Long.

Ouyang Yuntian finally made up his mind, and he said bitterly: "It's me." ”

"You?"

Ye Wuchen looked at him in surprise.

How is this possible?

With Ouyang Yuntian's love for Ouyang Yaori, how could he poison his son?

Mo Xiyan, Lin Jingya, and Xia Xue were also surprised.

They couldn't believe it either.

The most unbelievable thing is still Ouyang Yaori.

"Dad, what the hell is going on?"

Ouyang Yaori clenched his palms and asked in a trembling voice.

"Yao'er, dad is sorry for you. ”

Ouyang Yuntian said to Ouyang Yaori in shame: "It's time to tell you what happened back then." ”