Ying Shaolong looked at Qi Yiren in front of him and had a little headache.

After returning from the Shi family, Qi Yiren also came with her.

And he also took the initiative to use music to help Wen's family heal their injuries, and he has been busy until now.

Grandma's injury was basically suppressed, and she only needed to rest next.

My third and fourth uncles are fine, and they are not in danger of life.

Despite this, Qi Yiren was still treating the Wen family's people, including the Wen family's guards and housekeepers, etc.

This made the entire Wen family flattered, after all, Qi Yiren is the granddaughter of the president of Taiyin Academy.

Ying Shaolong looked at her back and shuttled through the crowd, feeling indescribable.

He just treated Qi Yiren as his sister and had no other thoughts.

But at the moment, Qi Yiren seemed to have not regarded him as his younger brother, and was over-inspired.

"Sister Yiren, please rest for a while. Their injuries are not too serious. They haven't closed their eyes for more than twenty hours."

Ying Shaolong stepped forward and said carelessly.

Qi Yiren shook her head, still immersed in her voice range.

She closed her eyes slightly, spread the spiritual power through the strings of the piano, entered the ears of the injured, and treated the damaged meridians and wounds in her body.

Very fast and very powerful.

Seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, Ying Shaolong had to turn around and walk towards his grandfather's room.

My grandfather has never closed his eyes since last night and has been serving his grandmother.

Speaking of which, this is the first time he has seen his grandfather.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

The door knocked.

"Come in."

An old voice sounded from the door, with a little fatigue.

Wen Fengcheng was surprised when he saw Ying Shaolong for the first time.

I was surprised by his appearance, which looked so much like his father.

It's completely carved from the same mold.

But when he saw the second look, his eyes were only shocked.

He has little memory of this grandson.

He has never seen Ying Shaolong again since he was born, nor even hugged him.

Over the years, my wife and family have been looking for the whereabouts of this grandson, but there is no news.

It was not until he felt the danger of the Wen family yesterday and was forced to leave the seclusion that he learned about the grandson from the third brother.

Then, four hours later.

His legendary grandson actually retreated and brought Wen Jiuyang out of the Shi family, and the Shi family has not yet found it.

Not only did he not come here, he also heard last night that the historians were collectively destroyed.

It is said that he offended the people above, and as for whether the news is true or false, it is impossible to verify.

But it was a bit too coincidental.

When Ying Shaolong saw Wenfeng City, his heart tightened slightly.

In his impression, the head of the Wen family, should be a solemn and majestic person who is not a serious and serious person.

But the grandfather in front of him, like the grandfather of an ordinary family, is even more down-to-earth than Mr. Feng.

There was no trace of ancient martial artist on his body, his eyebrows and eyes were kind, and his clothes were so ordinary that they could not be more ordinary.

When placed on the street, passers-by thought they were just an ordinary old man, and an old man with poor economic conditions.

His clothes were washed white, his temples were white on both sides of his forehead, and even his thick eyebrows were mixed with a few white hairs.

My eyebrows are a little similar to myself.

"Shaolong..."

The moment Wen Fengcheng opened his mouth, this sound made Ying Shaolong break his defense.

My heart suddenly tingled, and my nose felt a little sore.

The same is true for Wen Fengcheng. After shouting these two words, his lips trembled up and down, and the rest of the words were held in his throat.

I can't send out a syllable.

Ying Shaolong forced himself to hold back his inner emotions, smiled and nodded, pretending that he couldn't see how his grandfather was about to cry, "Grandpa, how is my grandmother's injury?"

He changed the subject.

Wen Fengcheng nodded quickly, "The pill you sent yesterday was very effective. Just one night passed, and her internal injuries were healed."

"I guess I'll wake up after two days of sleep."

After saying that, the two of them stared at each other again and fell into embarrassment.

"Ahem..."

A minute later, Ying Shaolong cleared his throat and coughed twice.

Wen Fengcheng was shocked, hurriedly moved the chair beside him and placed it in front of him.

"Sit, sit quickly, don't stand."

"It's okay..."

Ying Shaolong sat down while thrusting away. The two of them fell into strange embarrassment again.

Just when both of them were embarrassed, Ying Shaolong obviously felt a spiritual power spreading from inside and outside his grandfather's body.

The spiritual power is very weak, but it continues.

He looked up, opened his dragon eyes and observed it, and found that the spiritual power was scattering out of his dantian, or to be precise, leaking out.

"Grandpa, what are your health discomforts?"

Ying Shaolong asked on his own initiative. Wen Fengcheng thought he was concerned about the Shi family's affairs yesterday, so he shook his head.

"No, the Shi family members had already left when I left the customs."

Speaking of this, Wenfeng City was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry!

The palm of my palm fell on the table, and the table trembled.

"The Shi family actually bullied my wife and children so much while I was in seclusion!"

"It's a pity that your grandmother is seriously injured, otherwise I will chase him and fight him forever!"

Wen Fengcheng said angrily.

Ying Shaolong's eyes kept looking at Wen Fengcheng's belly, and found that when he was venting his energy, his spiritual power leaked faster.

If this continues, the spiritual power in his body will be leaked all the time, and the spiritual power will be lost for a long time. If he doesn't take action, it would be fine, but if he takes action, his spiritual power will be deficient.

At his current age, he is not simply a loss of spiritual power.

If you don't do it well, you will die.

"Grandpa, don't be angry. The historians have been destroyed. They are responsible for their own fault."

"Apart from these, what are the discomforts you usually have?"

Wen Fengcheng thought for a while, a hint of hesitation flashed across his eyes, but he soon shook his head again.

Ying Shaolong no longer beat around the bush and pointed directly at his lower abdomen.

"Grandpa, are you feeling uncomfortable here?"

When Wen Fengcheng saw him pointing at his lower abdomen, his eyes were surprised, and he subconsciously reached out to cover his abdomen, and then looked up in shock.

"Good grandson, have you discovered something?"

Ying Shaolong nodded, "Your spiritual power has been leaking from here..."

"You can actually discover it! Can you feel it?"

Before Ying Shaolong could finish his words, Wen Fengcheng immediately stood up and looked at him in a daze, looking very excited.

“How long has this symptom lasted?”

“It just turned 120 years ago.”

Wen Fengcheng said.

Ying Shaolong was even more confused. No, it was logical that if my grandfather did this, his body would not last for so long.

Wen Fengcheng saw him frowning, as if he knew what he was wondering, and smiled bitterly.

"I really didn't expect that in the past century, I have searched all kinds of doctors from all over the world, but I have not found a solution to my problem, and they have not even found this symptom."
Chapter completed!