Mrs. Wen was also stunned, although Yang Pan, this kid was born stronger, in fact, he was very skinny, and he often coaxed people into a daze, and it was the first time to salute so solemnly.

Mrs. Qi glanced at Yang Pan who was lying on the ground, and it was a little strange to see that he was motionless, but it was not good to hang Mrs. Wen, and after thinking about it, she said to Mrs. Wen: "Ruyu, do you have a girl at home who has not left the cabinet......"

Mrs. Wen was a little dazed, "There is a niece, what's wrong?"

Mrs. Qi smiled: "Look at my son, how good the abacus is, this is to set the mother-in-law in advance!"

Mrs. Wen's face turned white, "This is absolutely unacceptable......"

The Yang family has a big business, but it is not something that people like themselves can afford.

Mrs. Qi laughed and said, "Let's talk about playing." ”

Mrs. Wen paused, eager to turn the chapter, and the two of them talked about something else.

After sending Mrs. Wen away, Mrs. Qi raised her legs high, motioned to Yang Pan, a dog-legged person, with her chin, to pinch her feet, and said casually: "What's wrong, do you really like someone's niece?"

Yang Pan rubbed his mother's legs, felt the temperature in his hands, and didn't dare to look up.

Really, alive, Mrs. Qi.

Alive.

Yang Pan thought about these two words repeatedly in his head, and he couldn't let go of anything else.

"How can it!" Yang Pan said when he heard himself.

Mrs. Qi didn't seem to notice that something was wrong here, she said lazily: "I have asked for you, people say that your qualifications are rare, if you enter the Qing Palace, let alone a personal disciple, why do you think about it like this!"

yes, I just can't think of it.

"By the way, what about the girl in your house, what is that rice called?"

Yang Pan paused, a bad premonition struck, and he couldn't help it anymore, and raised his head to look at her.

Mrs. Qi seemed to be unaware of it, and continued, "The youngest one, huh...... Don't get used to her, she's not too young, do you like her and want to take her? I know you like ......."

"Don't say it!" Yang Pan suddenly let go of his hand, wanting to gag Mrs. Qi's mouth, he had already foreseen the next step.

However, it was useless, Mrs. Qi was still smiling, and she could feel Mrs. Qi's lips in her palm, and there seemed to be countless Mrs. Qi talking around, and the dense sound almost overwhelmed him.

"I know you like her, I didn't say anything, did I? and, ah, I heard ......"

"Please, don't say it again, please, mother, mother!" Young Master Yang cried heartbreakingly, but to no avail.

"Mother......

This scene was recalled by Yang Pan over and over again, and he even remembered every look and eyebrows raised when Mrs. Qi spoke, but at this time, it was an ordinary word, but at this time, it was a heart-wrenching sentence.

Yang Pan is very self-controlled, and he never disdains to fight with his peers, but at this time, Yang Pan cried heartbreakingly, and behaved like a child for the first time.

He was meant to be a child.

"Mother is not so rigid......"

"Boom!"

Yang Pan leaned on his mother's arms, a thin layer of aura cover was stimulated from him, and the spiritual power of the three layers of qi cultivation was thrown out by him without hesitation, wrapping Mrs. Qi with layer after layer of protection. Yang Pan could feel the pain from his dantian after his spiritual power was emptied, but Yang Pan was stubborn, even at this moment, he was awake.

Since he can return to this time, if he doesn't work hard, he will also become his inner demon.

Although, destined not to change anything.

When the dust settled, Yang Pan stood up, Mrs. Qi's body was gone, and what Yang Pan saw was the dilapidated and messy Yang Mansion after the explosion. The incense is still burning tenaciously, but it has lost the incense burner on which it depends, and it is like a lingering breath.

A figure was about to be in a trance, but Yang Pan didn't want to think about it anymore.

He closed his eyes.

When I opened it again, it was a carved tbeculpular and a pink bed tent, and there was no one around me.

Yang Pan got out of bed barefoot, looked at the incense lit on the table in the main hall, and his palms tightened.

"I don't know what else you're going to evolve. But, enough is enough, dreams are dreams after all, I don't want to stay ......"

His face was expressionless, and he reached out and snuffed out the incense.

"Goodbye. Mother. ”