When Shen Liang's voice came into his ears, Shen Wanjun's eyes widened and he suddenly got up!

Shen Chuyao also rushed to the bed for the first time!

"Son!"

"Are you awake?!"

Shen Liang slowly opened his eyes, and a clear and incomparably weak feeling swept through his body in an instant.

Although Shen Liang has a Dao fetus, there are eight veins of the Yi Jin Sutra to transform the Qi Sutra.

But in a sense, he is just an ordinary person, he has not eaten or drunk for three days and three nights, and his physical strength will inevitably not be able to keep up when he wakes up in a coma.

Still, he struggled to sit up, so as to completely reassure his father and sister, who had also had a bad time for the past three days.

Shen Chuyao hurriedly stretched out his hand and pressed his strong body back.

"Lie down."

A familiar and friendly tone of command.

Shen Liang had no choice but to lie back obediently and look at the two with a wry smile.

"Storytellers don't often talk about it, but generally people who have a great chance will wake up with a crackling sound like fried beans, and the pores of the whole body will overflow with dirty and smelly things? Why do I feel that this is not the same as the storyteller? ”

Saying this, of course, is to relieve the heavy mood of Shen Wanjun and Shen Chuyao.

But in fact, it seems that the effect is not obvious.

With Shen Chuyao here, Shen Wanjun couldn't interject if he wanted to speak.

"Did you feel anything uncomfortable? What do you want to eat? Do you want to drink water? ”

Shen Chuyao's speed of light was three times, and Shen Liang's wry smile was even more serious.

"Sister, I got a chance, not a serious illness, why are you so nervous?"

Shen Chuyao was a little angry, and forcibly suppressed the fire:

"Answer whatever you ask, don't be unhappy."

Shen Liang's heart trembled, and at the same time, his heart warmed.

It's still a familiar taste of the second sister, it's good to be alive.

"No discomfort, a little hungry, a little thirsty."

"Okay."

Shen Chuyao answered, turned around and said to Shen Wanjun:

"Dad, I'll call someone to prepare food, and by the way, go to the hospital to find a few doctors to come and have a look, you keep an eye on him, don't let him move."

For his resolute second girl, Shen Wanjun has no way at all.

I only had time to shout at the back of the person who quickly disappeared at the door.

"Just get some hot porridge, he can't eat too much meat now!"

"Got it—"

After Shen Chuyao left, Shen Wanjun, who had a smile on the corner of his mouth, turned his head, changed into an unscrupulous father, winked at Shen Liang and asked:

"Do you need your father to send someone to Baihualou and secretly call the two girls you like at night? Don't blame your father for thinking too much, the main thing is that you look at your eldest brother's virtue, maybe he will not be close to women in this life, as the saying goes, the water spilled by the married girl, the Shen family continues the heavy responsibility of incense, and in the end, you have to count on you, in case you ......"

The more he talked, the more indecent Shen Wanjun became, and his gaze moved down to Shen Liang's crotch.

Shen Liangqi's teeth itched, and he squeezed out words from between his teeth and said:

"Shen Wanjun, you wait for Lao Tzu to get off the bed, and don't interrupt the three brooms when the time comes, Lao Tzu will not bring seeds!"

Not long after he finished saying this, Shen Liang, who had a deep expression on his face, weakly changed his words again:

"What's that...... Can you promise not to be discovered by my second sister? ”

Shen Wanjun slapped his knees and laughed.

"Hahaha! Don't daydream about you, kid, even if you have the guts, I still want to live a few more years, if your second sister finds out, I will die the worst! ”

Shen Liang rolled his eyes and muttered a few words about Shen Wanjun's unproductive father.

Suddenly!

Shen Wanjun's hippie smile was closed, and that attitude made Shen Liang nervous.

The point is.

Shen Wanjun's next move made Shen Liang almost jump out of bed......

I saw Shen Wanjun stand up, untie the brown round-necked robe on his body that was embroidered with gold thread on the surface, and put his hand from the waist to the crotch of his pants in front of Shen Liang.

"! Shen Wanjun, what are you going to do! ”

No matter how clean Shen Liang's brain is, he won't think that Shen Wanjun is trying to "" him.

Besides, after getting along day and night for eighteen years, in Shen Liang's impression, Shen Wanjun does not have that special fetish.

But Shen Wanjun, who watched Shen Liang struggling into the bed, thought that he wanted to be crooked, and immediately couldn't help but blush:

"What do you want to do little bastard?!"

Shen Liang's face twitched, and he turned around and questioned Shen Wanjun.

"What do you think I'm thinking?!"

In the end, Shen Wanjun's hand didn't stretch any further, he groped with the skin and flesh on his abdomen for a while, his brows furrowed slightly, and when he took his hand out again, his fingers were already stained with red blood.

Shen Liang was shocked, looked at Shen Wanjun in disbelief and asked:

"Are you sick? What are you talking about?! ”

When he was very young, Shen Liang knew that Shen Wanjun, who was covered in scars, had a scar about a foot long on his abdomen.

It is said that when he stepped on the rivers and lakes in his early years, he was carelessly injured by the sword qi slashed out by a master of the Taiyi Realm in the rivers and lakes.

Later, a few years later, when Shen Liang inadvertently saw this scar, he found that it was a "fresh" appearance, which made people have to wonder if the sword cultivation that injured Shen Wanjun was poisonous in the sword path he cultivated.

Regarding this matter, Shen Liang asked the doctor of the hospital, and he thought that with the medical background of the hospital, it should not have been so many years without coming up with a way to make Shen Wanjun's wound completely healed.

And the doctor who went to the hospital also clearly told him that he would help the prince heal his injuries and strive for an early recovery.

Since then, Shen Liang hasn't paid attention to this matter.

Today.

Seeing Shen Wanjun bleeding from that scar, Shen Liang knew that more than ten or twenty years had passed, and the injury had still not completely improved.

But before he could continue to ask, Shen Wanjun stretched out his bloody hand, and at the same time let him see clearly, it turned out that Shen Wanjun was holding a blood-colored bead in his hand!

Shen Liang had a flash of inspiration!

So.

The reason why the scar on Shen Wanjun's abdomen has not healed is that there is such a foreign object hidden inside!

What kind of treasure is it that is worth such a big blood capital from Shen Wanjun?!

"Hey, hey."

Shen Wanjun didn't feel the pain, back then on the battlefield, there were countless injuries that were more painful than this injury, and he had long been numb.

Shen Wanjun, who showed a smug smile, retracted his hand again, and wiped it on the snow-white underwear inside, revealing the true face of the blood-colored beads.

It was a bead with a transparent surface.

There was a milky white mist surging inside.

It's just that due to the limited space of the beads themselves, the total amount of this milky white mist is almost ...... Shen Liang took a sip of small happiness and spit out the amount of time he spit out in his last life.

Without Shen Liang asking questions, Shen Wanjun took the initiative to take the lead and said mysteriously:

"Son, do you know what this is?"

After the shock, Shen Liang, who calmed down, darkened his face.

"All I know is that you have to go to the hospital right now to get your wounds treated."

"Also, Shen Wanjun."

"If you don't take your body seriously again, be careful that I smoke you!"