"Have you ever been to meet with Tongrong? With his help to say a few words, Uncle Yao couldn't help but be moved. Cheng Huan also asked.

As soon as the dragon heard this, the corners of his mouth could not be seen with a mocking smile. "If it weren't for his secret instructions, Mr. Yao would not be so ruthless, Gongzi once guarded under Nanshan for a whole year."

When Cheng Huan heard this, he couldn't help frowning.

Unexpectedly, Ouyang Gurong really didn't care about his past feelings, let alone Su Muyi's sacrifice to save Cheng Huan.

Ouyang Gurong's thoughts in his heart turned out to be how to get rid of his most powerful opponent in seizing the throne.

Those beautiful visions of leisurely seeing Nanshan and picking chrysanthemums in the southeast are probably just Cheng Huan's imagination alone.

Ouyang Gurong still has the whole world in his hands, he has been thinking about it for so long, and now even if he wants to let go, it is impossible to let go.

"I'll give it a try." After half a ring, Cheng Huan had to say with a long breath.

"Tianjun will ask you to take care of him during this time, he is no longer a child, and he knows how to take care of himself." Immediately afterwards, Cheng Huan turned his gaze to Tianjun on the martial arts training ground.

went to Nanshan to seek medical treatment for Su Muyi, and Cheng Huan could already imagine the ups and downs.

Tianjun finally settled down, and Cheng Huan didn't want such a young child, and he always lived a life of exile.

"Even if you give up my life, you must protect the heavens for you." The dragon made a firm promise to protect it.

Hearing what the dragon said, Cheng Huan's eyebrows and eyes expired again, and he couldn't help but laugh.

It is probably difficult for ordinary people to imagine that even the ancient divine beast Dragon, it is not out of the village in the red dust of the Three Realms.

There is also blood and tears in their hearts, and they are also full of love and hatred behind them.

Even in a sense, the love and hatred in their hearts are stronger and more thorough than those of human beings.

After handing over everything, Cheng Huan quietly glanced at Su Muyi, who was quietly reading in the summer garden, and rushed to Nanshan non-stop.

In normal times, if you rush from the Kunlun Mountains in the extreme northern wasteland in the northwest to Nanshan in the southern Xinjiang, it will take a day and a night to travel.

Now Cheng Huan was eager to seek medical treatment, constantly condensing his thoughts and urging his body to fly in the void, and it only took ten hours to reach the top of Nanshan.

"Chenghuan?" When Cheng Huan's steady figure stood on the edge of the cliff at the top of Nanshan, a male voice let out a low cry in surprise.

Cheng Huan looked up, and sure enough, it was a green dragon in a green shirt standing at the door of the thatched house, looking at him with a surprised face.

After a whole night of flying against the wind, Cheng Huan's complexion was also slightly pale.

However, seeing Qinglong, who had recovered, the corners of Cheng Huan's mouth still hooked up a heartfelt smile.

Yao Dengzhen really deserves to be the doctor of the gods, and Qinglong's injuries that were so strict at the beginning can be saved.

It is conceivable that as long as Su Muyi can collect all the medicinal materials he needs, it is possible to come to Su Muyi to be cured.

"What time does Uncle Yao get up every day?" Cheng Huan asked as he strode to the door of the hut.

"The Lord came to look for you a few days ago, and now I have rushed to Tianyu Villa." Qinglong replied completely incorrectly.

"I have an urgent need to see Uncle Yao, when will he get up?" Cheng Huan's response to Qinglong also fell on deaf ears.

"Huan'er, why did you only come today." Cheng Huan was asking Qinglong, but an old voice suddenly sounded from another hut.

Cheng Huan looked back happily, and sure enough, it was Yao Dengzhen, who was in good spirits, and he was already sitting in a wheelchair and looking at her for a long time.

"Why did Uncle Yao say this?" Cheng Huan asked puzzled.

She came for Su Muyi this time, and even the decision was a temporary idea at that time, how did Yao Dengzhen know that she would come.

"Rong'er only left yesterday, and the two of you are like cat and mouse." Yao Dengzhen said with a smile and a twist on his beard.

Hearing this, the look on Cheng Huan's face darkened slightly.

However, in just an instant, Cheng Huan regained his previous quiet and elegant smile.

In a qiē transformation, it is so fast that people can't see the trace of half of the sadness.

"Uncle Yao, I came here this time to seek treatment for a person." Cheng Huan walked behind Yao Dengzhen familiarly, and said in an ordinary indifferent tone while pushing his wheelchair out.

"Who?" Yao Dengzhen asked arbitrarily.

"Uncle Yao, it is Su Muyi who has been rejected many times." Cheng Huan leaned down slightly and replied softly.

However, Cheng Huan's words fell, and a small wine jar in Yao Dengzhen's hand slammed into the stone on one side, and it was shattered with a "bang".

"He, don't even think about it!" Yao Dengzhen replied sharply.

Cheng Huan was stunned when she boarded, she had expected Yao Dengzhen to be angry, but she never expected Yao Dengzhen to be angry.

Qinglong, who was present, was also slightly stunned for a moment, it was the first time in more than ten years that he had seen the Heavenly Doctor's anger.

Although Yao Dengzhen has a strange temperament, at most he only closes his door, and now he must have never seen Ouyang Gurong lose his temper like this.

"Uncle Yao, Mu Ye is already terminally ill, I beg you to ......" Seeing that Yao Dengzhen did not allow it, Cheng Huan immediately knelt down to Yao Dengzhen.

"What is there to save the son that woman bore, let him fend for himself!" Yao Dengzhen flicked his sleeves, and pushed the wheelchair and turned around and walked towards the hut.

"Uncle Yao, God has the virtue of a good life, and I also owe Mu Yi a life." Cheng Huan still shouted stubbornly.

If you don't go back to Yao Deng Town this time, I am afraid that not only Su Muyi's inner belief will collapse at that time, but the entire mansion will probably become panicked.

Serving someone who has died more than once is an ordeal for most women.

"They owe me more than a life!" Yao Dengzhen abruptly stopped the wheelchair under the seat, turned around and looked at Cheng Huan and replied in a cold voice.

Cheng Huan didn't know about the deeply entangled grievances between the previous generations, but when he thought of Su Muyi's violent coughing appearance, Cheng Huan couldn't help but hold on in his heart.

"Uncle Yao, the past is like smoke, those are all in the past, and Mu Yi has not participated in anything." Cheng Huan said without giving up.

"They can indeed forget, but I can't forget this life, this life, and all the world!" Yao Dengzhen still replied coldly.

With a resounding word, Yao Dengzhen no longer looked at Cheng Huan who was kneeling on the ground, and Wu Zi manipulated the wheelchair to turn around and enter the hut.

"Chenghuan, hurry up, you can't do it." Qinglong, who was on the side, saw Yao Dengzhen enter the house, so he ran to Cheng Huan's side and wanted to help her up.

However, Cheng Huan only waved his hand weakly, and knelt on the ground without changing his posture.

As long as Yao Dengzhen doesn't agree for a day, she will kneel down for a day.

People can be ruthless if they are not plants and trees, let alone Yao Deng Town, which has been friends for a long time.

Cheng Huan believes that as long as he persists, he will definitely be able to reverse Yao Dengzhen's mind.

A round of red sun erupted from behind the mountains in the east, and gradually moved down inch by inch to the west.

The white tiger had also already gotten up, but no matter how Qinglong and Baihu persuaded him, Cheng Huan just knelt on the spot without any change, looking at the wooden door of the thatched hut in Yao Deng Town without any deviation.

At noon, Cheng Huan's forehead was already inexorably oozing fine sweat.

It was when Cheng Huan felt dizzy and everything in front of him was shaking and ghosting, and a tall figure held an oil-paper umbrella to block the scorching sun.

Although it is only the sun in early spring, on the top of this towering mountain, it is enough to make people very unbearable.

"Thank you, I'm fine......" Cheng Huan's face was still the same quiet and gentle smile, and she looked up at the person carrying the umbrella with a smile.

However, as soon as he raised his eyes slightly, the second half of Cheng Huan's sentence was swallowed back.

The person in front of him is not a green dragon in a green shirt.

The man was dressed in Shengxue's white clothes, and his ink-like black hair was scattered on the back of his shoulders, but those narrow and sharp black eyes were a deep that Cheng Huan would never forget in his life.

"Uncle Yao won't save Su Muyi." Ouyang Gurong stared at the wooden door in front of him and said coldly.

"What are you doing here?" Cheng Huan also asked coldly.

She never expected it, but after two hours, Ouyang Gurong rushed back.

"Get up, you've been kneeling for two hours, how can your body stand it." Looking at Cheng Huan, who was full of stubbornness, Ouyang Gurong had no choice but to sigh helplessly.

As he spoke, Ouyang Gurong squatted down with the intention of supporting Cheng Huan.

However, Cheng Huan only raised his hand slightly, avoiding Ouyang Gurong's outstretched hand, "I don't know if I can stand it." ”

Thinking of the picture of Ouyang Gurong and Zhao Xue hugging each other tightly in the Spring Festival Palace, Cheng Huan could no longer whisper softly to Ouyang Gurong in front of him.

Now that he has made a vow never to see each other again, Cheng Huan already knows in his heart that there is no turning back between them.

"If that's the case, then I can only accompany you through the suffering." Seeing that Cheng Huan was reluctant to get up, Ouyang Gurong also said calmly.

The words were loud, and Ouyang Gurong also knelt down to Cheng Huan's side.

However, the oil-paper umbrella carried in one hand was still upright, shielding Chenghuan from the scorching sun overhead.

"I implore Uncle Yao to treat Brother Mu Yi!" Bending his knees on the ground, Ouyang Gurong said loudly without being humble or arrogant.

Such a voice is enough for Yao Dengzhen behind the thatched hut to hear clearly.

"I said that if you don't save it, you won't save it, what are you doing." Seeing that Ouyang Gurong also knelt down in front of the hut, Yao Dengzhen reappeared in front of the hut with a wheelchair helplessly.

"Uncle Yao, Mu Yi has taken action to relieve me three times and five times, I can't just watch him die." Cheng Huan still said earnestly.