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God seems to be very face-saving, and after days of gloom, he specially rewarded a sunny sky today.

There are crowds of people, shoulder to shoulder, head to ear, and discussions. It was not only the top leaders of the Dominion who arrived, but the people who loved to join in the excitement surrounded the surrounding area, so that the officials and soldiers responsible for maintaining order were under great pressure all the time. In general, the atmosphere was warm, high, and exuberant, as if some big festival was being celebrated. It's no wonder that the arrival of the Three Counties delegation was a rare novelty in the long and boring winter days of Crescent City.

Expecting and waiting, waiting and waiting, finally, the fleet of the three counties visiting group broke into view.

On the boat, Ferreira, dressed in fine clothes, stood proudly, and his wife, "Honey Beauty" Abela, was intimately nestled in his arms. In the same way, Abella has been dressed up and looks like a wild rose in full bloom.

"Hmph! there's a lot of people!" Ferreira teased as she turned to her wives as she pointed to the docks, "The hillbillies in Crescent City are very polite, and they really have a greeting ceremony like that. ”

"No way," Arbella snickered, "no one dares to offend the majesty of the 'Golden Lightning'. ”

"Haha!" Ferreira laughed, "though I know it's just an overly favored compliment from my wife, I'm still very happy!"

......

The fleet entered the port safely and berthed safely. The staff on board and at the port began to get busy, preparing to disembark. Everything was going in order, and soon, it was ready to stop.

Ferreira was in no hurry to get off the ship.

At first, he thought it necessary to take a good look at the city and its people—even though it was only in its harbor now, he thought he could see a lot.

First impressions are important, and he wants one that is more precise.

Second, he believed that the most powerful, the most noble, and the most noble should be reserved, and only appear at the end, receive the grandest welcome, and enjoy the warmest cheers. And not like the coarse merchant of Chalombas, yes, even though he was the head of a county, Ferreira still firmly believed that Chalombas was still a coarse merchant, and as soon as the ship was firmly grounded, he could not wait to jump down, and laugh at the crowd that greeted him, like an old hat who had never seen the world.

So, smiling contemptuously, Ferreira glanced around with cold eyes.

The scenery was seen in no time.

Surprisingly, the city was much more prosperous and civilized than Ferreira had imagined. At least its urban construction and management are quite good, the facilities are very complete, very advanced, very well-maintained, and it can be seen that it has been carefully maintained, and even the port, there is no obvious element of dirt and mess - in most of the cities he has visited, the dirty mess is almost the biggest symbol of its port area.

In addition, the wide harbor with many merchant ships still moored in rows in the harsh winter is absolutely impressive.

The people here are also more affluent and well-fed than expected, and when you look at it, you can't see any ragged clothes, no yellow muscles, not even a patch. This gave Ferreira a clearer understanding of Crescent City's reputation as "prosperous and wealthy", "commercial metropolis", "transportation hub", and "super port city", although he still thought that the scene in front of him was most likely a flashy scene deliberately arranged by the Ashylon family in order to dress up the façade.

"Is this the famous city of the North? It looks pretty good, barely catching up with the real big cities in the South!"

Well, this is Ferreira's general comment, this man has spent most of his life in the south, and has always firmly believed that only those big cities in the south are truly prosperous, rich, civilized, advanced, and able to represent the trend of the times.

In his memory, in his memory, in his impression, it was just a barbaric and backward region, and he still thinks so.

After waiting for a while, it seemed that the other ones had already disembarked, and seeing this, Ferreira did not delay any longer, turned his head, looked at Abella beside him, smiled secretly, and said, "Honey, let's get off the boat too!"

Abella glanced sequently at her husband, but without speaking, she reached out and took his arm. Ferreira laughed, put her other hand on the hilt of the artifact "Golden Mang" hanging from her waist, and walked down the ship in high spirits.

After getting off the boat, he paused slightly, and then, with a wave of his hand, he led the team to the "spectators" who had been waiting for a long time. Behind him, the four major generals under his command lined up, following his footsteps, showing the demeanor of the legendary powerhouse with the most heroic attitude.

There should have been applause, but Ferreira didn't hear it. All he felt was a new round of pointing and talking, just like when the previous detachments disembarked. Frowning slightly, he continued to hold his face and walked forward expressionlessly. The second half of the journey did not satisfy him, and instead of the grandest welcome and the warmest cheers he expected, there was only rude snubbing. He saw that the hillbillies of Crescent City were only exchanging pleasantries and even chatting eagerly with those who had disembarked earlier, and none of them took the initiative to greet his most honored guest.

"Humph, rude, arrogant, vulgar!"

Fortunately, no one can resist the charm of the first beauty in the West, and everywhere she goes, she will cause bursts of amazement, the women's eyes will shine and let out screams of worship or even jealousy, while the men will be stunned and then let out flirtatious and even obscene whistles, and then immediately the female companion who brought it will pull up her ears and scold repeatedly.

Ferreira was immensely proud of all this.

"Amazing, aren't youen, are you jealous, are you, are you jealous? You forgot to wipe your saliva! A hillbilly is a hillbilly! This is the chance to see the world's most beautiful woman in the West for a lifetime! Let's take a look! Hillbillies! See clearly! Look carefully! Don't blink! Do you see it? She's mine! She snuggles up to me! Her body still flows...... Hey, hey, hey~!"

This short journey, which Ferreira displeased and enjoyed, was soon completed, and leading the procession to the official greeting procession. Immediately, he saw some interesting changes.

Thurman (Grand Duke) and Shalombas were chatting passionately and happily, catching up on old times, and hearing that they were good friends, yes, that the evil nobleman and the vulgar merchant could indeed be a pair of stinking pairs, that little fat man of the Makao family (Tiago) and a young man in a strange dress (tuxedo) were violently exchanging each other, dancing and red-faced, and not giving in, hey, it seemed to be a pair of enemies, and little Femien was obviously more than his so-called "Determined One" 's uncle is much more tender, and he is still pestered by the two slippery politicians (Turanson and Jose), while the rest of the personnel are also communicating with their respective figures.

A warm and friendly atmosphere.

Then, for a moment, the atmosphere stood still, and they forgot what they were doing, brushed the ground together, and turned their heads to look in the same direction. Ferreira suddenly felt that he had received a surging gaze, which did not embarrass him, but was extremely comfortable, although he knew that nine times out of ten these gazes were directed at Arbela.

Next, it's your turn to play.

Releasing his wife's hand, straightening her collar, and giving a modest haughty smile, Ferreira stepped out of the crowd, strode forward, and stretched out her hand to the Grand Duke.

"Fortunately~!Duke 'Lord'~!"

............

At the same moment, Ye Guyun's villa, Eve's room.

The healing had been going on for almost another day and a night. On the roof of the room, white smoke filled like a cloud, coming from the two people sitting cross-legged. They were drenched in sweat, and their whole bodies were soaked as if they had just been fished out of the water. Ye Guyun was already very tired and tired, he was not iron-clad, and he did not have the infinite cultivation of immortals, he did not sleep for two days and two nights in a row, and most of the time he was sending True Qi Luck Gong to heal his injuries, and he was very wasted but did not replenish it, obviously exceeding his load. But how is it? tired? It doesn't matter at all! What matters is that Eve's injuries have healed! Thankfully, he has improved a lot.

Ye Guyun didn't know what the "Primordial Rebirth" developed by Timofan was, what it was made of, how it was formulated, and what kind of mystery it contained, he only knew that he had to take off his hat and pay tribute to that low-key and gentle elemental botanist! He sighed, sighed that the "Primordial Rebirth" was incomparably wonderful, and its healing effect was stronger than all the pills he had seen or even heard of!

The holy medicine of rejuvenation lives up to its name!

I still remember that at that time, I just had the mentality of a dead horse being a live horse doctor, and asked Eve to take the "incomplete primordial newborn" sent by Timofan, but I didn't expect that after ten breaths, Eve woke up leisurely - Ye Guyun couldn't describe the ecstasy at that moment in words!

Wake up? This is just the beginning.

When he began to heal Eve's injuries, he was pleasantly surprised to find that there was an unusually strong "vitality" in Eve's body—let's call it vitality! Ye Guyun really couldn't tell what that miraculous power was. Anyway, it must have been brought by the "primordial rebirth", and it provided an incomparably great help for the subsequent difficult healing!

The first step in healing is to cure the scabies of the meridians and remove the curse of the bloodlines. Ye Guyun couldn't wait, he didn't want to see Eve have to continue to endure this inhuman torture, not wanting to go one more day, one more minute, one more second.

The way to realign the meridians is violent. Since it is a mess and irregular, and ordinary finishing methods can't even sort out the clues, then, we should use the most direct and crude method to break all the meridians and then recast them.

The process is of course extremely dangerous and extremely painful. Although with Ye Guyun's guidance, Eve also needs to personally mobilize all the forces that can be used inside and outside the body to break, disperse and break every blockage, confusion and truncation in the meridians, the pain in it, such as knocking bones, such as pulling the marrow, like whipping the soul, if you don't experience it yourself, you can never imagine how unbearable this is to suffer. However, it is with the help of that exuberant "vitality" that this process is surviving in danger.

Every time he vomits blood, every time he loses his strength, every time he falls unconscious, that "vitality" will quietly emerge, and in a few breaths, Eve will replenish something, regroup, and then face the test head-on. This is a good thing (it basically eliminates accidents), but at the same time it is difficult to say whether it is a misfortune or not, because it makes the extreme pain come more often, more violently, and more deeply (you can't faint, but the pain comes one after another).

I have to say that Eve's will is amazing, Ye Guyun never thought that this little girl who is usually soft, weak, cunning, naughty, and full of all kinds of smart and calculating will have such steely willpower.

If you think about it, it doesn't seem difficult to understand. As a Sioux person, Eve has heard and witnessed it since she was a child, and she has a unique and profound understanding of the fate of the so-called Sioux people, and she may have known that she has the most vicious blood curse in her, even if her sister and elders have always hidden it from her out of care and protection. At the end of the day, the body is the most honest and direct proof of her true condition, so that she knows that she is not normal. She did not mourn, because grief would not help, but would make those who cared about her sad and tormented. Of course, there is no way to be optimistic, and you can only pretend that it does not exist or has not yet been discovered. Like other cursed people, the cold fact that she had not been able to find a solution for a long time made her numb and desperate when faced with this problem.

But now, she sees a glimmer of hope, and she is told that the bloodline curse can be removed......

In short, when she knew that this pain was the price she had to pay to get rid of her bloodline curse like the most terrible nightmare, her expression became extremely resolute - well, although there were always some soft, very childish and very pitiful (cute and pitiful) cries in the process.

Exactly six hours!

Eve gritted her teeth and persevered for six hours, Ye Guyun also gritted her teeth and persevered for six hours, extremely painful, extremely tired (physically), and extremely tired (mentally), finally, the effort was rewarded, and the efforts ushered in the harvest, Eve's catastrophic broken meridians were recast with an incredible super-fast progress, all evils were removed, and they were reborn, and they could always be like a normal person - well, what a sad appeal......

In short, the curse has been cured, the curse has been uprooted, and the new life has arrived!

Defeated fate!

But this is only the first half of the healing, and the next step is to deal with the unreasonably turbulent internal forces in Eve's body......