And after so many years, the tea elder has also made secret visits from time to time, and the result is the same as what Jing Rong said, without the slightest clue. And today, Mo Yunqian, the girl, suddenly pulled Jing Rong here, and she looked like she was sure that Cangyue must know about this toxin, which had to make him a little curious, so he just sat and watched the play, without saying a word, and handed over the stage to them.

"Master, are you still afraid that I won't be able to lie to you? People have brought it to you, can you verify it on the spot? Mo Yunqian knew in his heart that the mark on Jing Rong's arm was probably from the master's handwriting, or from my long-deceased master, the only one in the world, and there was no fake.

Mo Yun pulled Jing Rong over with a light smile, and motioned for her to force out the mark, if she was really the master's little granddaughter, then Jing Rong's wish since childhood would also come true. She wasn't afraid that Jing Rong would complain about Cangyue from the bottom of her heart, after all, she had also witnessed with her own eyes what kind of persistent attitude Cangyue had towards Yun'er who followed Wu Ji, in such a situation, how could Jing Rong, a broad-minded woman, have a grudge against Cangyue? According to her temperament, she just lamented that fate would be a joke.

At that moment, Jing Rong generously pushed up his sleeves under Mo Yunqian's urging, revealing his entire little arm, and then sealed the acupoints with his hands extremely quickly, forcing blood to run inside. Gradually, vine-like red marks began to appear on the white arm, and little by little they entrenched upward, and finally merged into a blood-colored rose at the bend of the elbow.

"Cangbo, I don't know if you know that this red mark is formed after being unraveled by various toxins?" At this moment, Jing Rong didn't say anything about the red mark, but about the mark, and she always felt that the red mark on her arm was more like an mark.

After Cangyue saw the red mark on Jing Rong's hand, his raised hands trembled slightly, and finally, as if to confirm something, his fingers quickly connected the dots on Jing Rong's arm, as if he was unlocking the seal for something.

Under Cangyue's operation, something other than the blood-colored roses gradually appeared on Jing Rong's arm, and slowly, those red marks connected were actually a font for Liancheng: glass.

Looking at the changes on his arm, Jing Rong's eyes widened, and the old tea who had been watching from the side was stunned at first, and then slowly opened a pleased smile, "I can't think of it, I can't think of it, I actually rescued the little granddaughter of the old man Cang back and raised it by my hand for more than ten years." ”

As the voice of the old tea rang out, the silence between Cangyue and Jingrong was broken, because after the loss of despair, hope reappeared, and this long-standing hope was still realized, Cangyue only felt that his mood at the moment was incomparably excited, and he was stunned. Under the reminder of the old tea, Cangyue came back to his senses, and his eyes were full of water.

"Xiaoli, you are my Xiaoli." Cangyue's voice was crying with joy and trembling instability, but the hands were depicted over and over again on the font that emerged on Jing Rong's arm.

And Jing Rong didn't expect the change in the situation, she didn't expect that the answer she had been seeking would be like this. Stabilizing the chaos in his heart, Jing Rong looked seriously at Cangyue, who was looking at his old tears on his arm, and a feeling of relief or happiness surged up in his heart.

"Cangbo, are you sure this is the mark you left on your 'little granddaughter' back then?"

"Of course, it was a toxin that my wife and I had developed together, just to leave a mark on our little doll's arm and to help her detoxify. When our husband and wife picked up the little doll, she had already been poisoned, we studied for half a year, and finally forced those Gu worms to her little arm, and used the toxin we developed to fight the poison to leave the little doll's life, so that she could be by our side. ”

Cangyue's voice was full of nostalgia, and the vicissitudes of life brought out the sweet time when the husband and wife worked hard to save the little doll who was poisoned. In Cangyue's memories, no one chose to interrupt him.

"In the end, although we detoxified the Gu poison, her entire arm was festered due to the erosion of the Gu worms, and in the end, it was my wife who developed and repaired the holy products day and night to help her restore her arm. The red mark on your arm is the mark left by our husband and wife when they finally repaired the scars in your muscles. ”

Cangyue said this, where did Jing Rong not know that he was the little doll that their husband and wife rescued back then? But didn't Wu Ji say that she threw Cangbo's little granddaughter off the cliff of broken intestines? She was picked up by the master at the foot of the snowy mountain? In this way, either Wu Ji is lying, or she has some adventure in the process of being thrown off the cliff of broken intestines.

"Lao Cang, I picked up Jingrong girl at the foot of the snowy mountain back then, but she was seriously ill at the time, not a broken hand or foot that fell off the cliff or something, if Wu Ji's woman didn't lie, then Jingrong girl is afraid that there will be some adventures." Tea Lao took the first step to raise Jingrong's question, if he wanted to talk about it, he didn't have the slightest clue, when he picked up Jingrong, it was also because this little doll looked really pitiful. And he was also old, and he could have someone by his side, so he adopted Jing Rong, who was seriously ill at the time.