When he got up the next day, Yu Wenhao helped Yuan Qingling disinfect the wound. After hearing her explain the process, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh at her, "How can you compare with them?
It’s not something brought from the mother’s womb. There were no snacks in the past. Do you remember when they played with the snow wolf, their knees were bruised and swollen, and they hid themselves and applied medicine?
I didn’t see it being repaired quickly back then.”
"I don't have the skills that my mother brought in her womb. You see, the buns and the others can fly."
"Maybe it's something I inherited, and I can also fly."
Yuan Qing Ling rolled her eyes at him and said, "Your thing is called Qing Gong. It is a skill you have learned by yourself. Try flying with Baozi and see if anyone can fly better than the other?"
"Don't easily compare your skills with your own son. We can't compare. You have to admit that sometimes we are not even as good as Duobao."
Yu Wenhao said with a smile. After saying that, he blew a few times on her palm distressedly and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt much anymore."
Yuan Qingling felt that his words were quite hurtful. Although parents all hope that their children will have skills, it is best if these skills are learned by oneself. Now that they have acquired skills for no reason, if
It's fine if you have good control, but you are most afraid of going astray, which will really harm others and yourself.
This is not an unfounded worry. Nowadays, children are easy to manage. But when they reach adolescence, the children at that time will be like hedgehogs. They have their own opinions and cannot say a word.
Hey, she is really thinking far ahead! "Don't be stupid again in the future!"
Yu Wenhao said with a smile, kissed her on the cheek, and then held her face, "Old Yuan, I noticed that your skin color has improved a lot recently, you are very rosy."
"Yeah?"
Yuan Qingling didn't notice it herself. After hearing what he said, she looked in front of the bronze mirror and found that her face was pink and pink.
"Like a cloud of fire!"
The more Yu Wenhao looked at it, the more he liked it. He couldn't get enough of it. "In the past, your skin color was fair and translucent. Now that it is rosy, you seem to look better. And..." He paused and said seriously: "It seems to be the same as you."
It looks more and more like the original one."
"Yeah?"
Yuan Qing was startled and looked at her features carefully. She was somewhat similar to the original owner. After seeing this face for several years, she couldn't even remember what she looked like before.
"Yes, it does look like you before, not when you were lying there, but when I saw the photo of you."
Yuan Qingling touched her face, right?
After that night, many killers retreated after hearing the news. Gu Si has been ordering people to monitor him. On this day alone, there were more than thirty suspected killers who left Beijing. You can imagine how many masters were attracted by these one million taels of gold.
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The killers of the werewolf bones also retreated. Although they seemed fearless, they were more rational and calm. They knew that the chance was slim, so they stopped clinging to the trap. They seemed to be desperate for their lives, but in fact they pity their own lives more than anyone else.
Now, all we have to do is wait for the arrival of the sword demon.
As long as the sword demon is eliminated, Yu Wenhao will no longer have any worries and can go to the front line to fight alongside the Supreme Emperor.
He and Fourth Master have a relatively comprehensive plan. Because of Prince Anfeng's development brochure, Fourth Master's team can quickly develop the weapon. When the time comes, it will be sent to the border by Lenglangmen, Hongmeimen and Ghost Shadow Guards.
And he was the first to rush to the battlefield.
Of course, all this must be based on killing the sword demon.
The sword demon didn't let him wait too long. After the killers evacuated on a large scale, the sword demon arrived in the capital.
The Sword Demon Nanbian Ke is a legend in the world of killers, and also a legend in the martial arts world. It is said that everyone who has seen him in the world eventually died in his hands.
Therefore, when he comes, no one actually knows.
But this old man was really interesting. After arriving in the capital, he directly asked the soldiers guarding the city, "Excuse me, where is the palace of Prince Chu?"
The soldier looked at him. He was wearing coarse cloth clothes, with his trousers rolled up to reveal his ankles. He had a pair of black cotton shoes, which were stained with a lot of dust. It could be seen that he had been dusty all the way, and the back was severely worn. His heels were almost touching the ground. He was carrying a baggage.
His hands were clasped in his sleeve pockets, his back was slightly hunched, and his gray hair was very dirty, as if he could shake out the dust from his head if he shook it.
His face was also dirty. I don't know if it was dust or just because he was so dark. The traces of time could be clearly seen in the corners of his eyes. He looked at the soldiers guarding the city, half to please and half to be humble.
"who are you?
What are you doing at Prince Chu’s Mansion?”
The soldiers guarding the city were on guard. King Qi of Jingzhao Prefecture had issued an order that anyone who entered the city to look for the prince must be questioned. Although the old man seemed harmless, he still had to ask questions.
Then the old man smiled and said: "I am a visitor from the south. I heard that the prince's head is worth a million taels of gold. I came here specially to get the prince's head in exchange for gold and flowers. Please tell me where the Prince of Chu's palace is.
The young man has obtained the bounty gold and distributed some of it among the soldiers to have a drink."
As soon as these words came out, the city gate guards were all on guard. They pulled out their swords and pointed them at the guests from the south.
When the guests from the south saw this, they were a little stunned, shook their heads, and said with some disappointment: "It seems that you won't tell."
The soldier held his sword and slashed at him. He drew the sword quickly. He thought he would definitely be able to hurt the little old man. However, when he slashed with the sword, it missed the target. Where was the southern visitor in front of him?
The generals looked around, but could no longer find any trace of him, as if he had suddenly evaporated from before their eyes.
Everyone came back to their senses and said hurriedly: "Hurry up and report the news to Prince Chu's Mansion!"
A guard led the horse out and headed towards the Prince of Chu's Mansion without his life.
However, the guests from the south had already arrived at the gate of Prince Chu's Mansion. Obviously the gatekeeper didn't say anything, but the people would.
He knocked on the door of Prince Chu's Mansion. The concierge came out, looked at the guests from the south, and asked: "Old man, who are you looking for?"
The guest from the south was still humble and polite, "May I ask if His Royal Highness is in the palace?"
The concierge was startled for a moment, "Are you looking for His Highness the Crown Prince?"
What's the matter?"
The visitor from the south handed over his hand and said, "I have something important to do with the prince, I hope you can introduce me to him!"
The concierge's expression changed slightly when he heard this. Just then Tang Yang came over and asked, "What's the matter?"
The concierge said: "This old man said that he wanted to see His Highness the Crown Prince for something urgent. He said it was a matter of life and death."
Tang Yang raised his hand to the southern visitor, "Old man, what is a life-threatening matter?
You tell me the same thing, I am a retainer of the Prince of Chu's Mansion, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not in the Mansion at the moment."
"Aren't you here?
Can I go in and ask for a drink of water?
The young man came to Beijing all the way and traveled thousands of miles without bringing any money or even a sip of tea."
The concierge smiled and said: "Old man, where did you come to Beijing?
How can I die of thirst if I haven't had a drink of water after traveling a thousand miles?"
"I am thirsty, but my life is not in danger."
As the guest from the south said, he patted the dust on his body. Tang Yang suddenly felt a burst of dust rising in front of his eyes, and the person in front of him disappeared.