Maha Duntianshu blinked, completely dazed, what is the relationship between life extension and shrinkage
If you don't understand, you don't understand.
Duntian Shu lowered his head and answered honestly: "I can shrink in size, but there is a limit, I can only shrink to 30 centimeters."
"Okay, no problem." Ding Zhanpeng doesn't mind, as long as it can be reduced.
Hearing this, the Maha Duntian mouse transformed into a strange mouse twice the size of an ordinary mouse.
After thinking about it, Ding Zhanpeng said with a smile: "This appearance is fine. Next, I will save people. You can stay aside."
After finishing speaking, he looked down at Mr. Feng on the hospital bed, and stretched his mental strength to check his internal organs.
Sure enough, the black liquid was gone.
Also, the gray aerosol is reduced and the concentration is not as high.
Ding Zhanpeng breathed a sigh of relief, took out a small bottle from his arms, opened it, and there were countless souls rolling in it.
They were expressionless and only knew how to shout instinctively.
Perhaps affected by an unknown attraction, they rushed out of the bottle one by one...
How could Ding Zhanpeng do what they wished, the thunder in his heart twitched, and he gently wiped the mouth of the bottle.
The souls shivered as if they had encountered the most terrifying thing in the world, unable to cross the thunder pool half a step.
Only a small, old-faced soul struggled hard, approached the bottle several times, but was repulsed by the lightning.
Taking a closer look, it was the lost soul of the old man of the Feng family.
Ding Zhanpeng was overjoyed, and was worrying about how to find it, when he popped up all at once.
The thunder light dispersed, and the souls were ready to move again.
However, they had lingering fears and did not dare to act rashly.
Mr. Feng's soul is different.
Lost the deadly threat, and guided by a familiar aura.
He naturally left the bottle and was in the outside world.
At this time, a breeze blew by, and the soul was shaken.
"Oops!"
Ding Zhanpeng cursed secretly and turned his fingers.
Master Feng's soul radiated brilliantly.
At the same time, the body lying on the bed trembled as if struck by lightning.
There is an unspeakable attraction between the two, attracting and pulling each other.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, souls to rest..."
Ding Zhanpeng had a serious expression and muttered words.
In an instant, the strong wind blew up a lot of debris.
I saw Mr. Feng's soul turning into a whirlwind and directly entering the body.
Five seconds passed.
Old Master Feng slightly opened his muddy eyeballs, and said hoarsely, "This is..."
"Hehe, you're fine."
Ding Zhanpeng smiled, pressed a finger on his chest, and shouted: "Scatter!"
The powerful aura continuously entered into Mr. Feng's body from afar.
The gray mist fled away one after another as if facing a formidable enemy, and even impacted the surrounding blood vessel walls.
Ding Zhanpeng snorted coldly, his right palm was covered with white light, and he swam back and forth on Mr. Feng's body to repair the injured parts.
There is no way to avoid this situation.
The gray mist has been staying in the body, the root of the disease that has fallen.
If you want to remove it completely, you can only use strong methods.
Fortunately, with the longevity provided by Duntianshu, the frail Mr. Feng could bear it.
A minute passed.
Ding Zhanpeng wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled knowingly, and the treatment was finally successful.
As for Mr. Feng himself, Ding Zhanpeng had already performed the sleeping technique, and he was not tortured by unbearable pain for ordinary people.
Ding Zhanpeng called the miniature version of Duntianshu, went out of the room, and was immediately surrounded by a group of people.
Among them, Feng Yiran and Lin Butler looked tense, both expecting and fearful.
Ding Zhanpeng smiled slightly and said, "Successful!"
"Ah!" Feng Yiran covered her mouth, fearing that she might hear it wrong, she tremblingly said, "Say it again."
Ding Zhanpeng laughed dumbfounded, and his voice was a little louder, "It was a complete success! He is fine and in good health. However, he is sleeping. You enter the room and don't make too much noise."
Feng Yiran got so carried away that she hugged Ding Zhanpeng in public, and cried, "Brother Ding, thank you! Without you, Grandpa would definitely not be able to escape this catastrophe."
Ding Zhanpeng was a little embarrassed, what's going on with this girl...
"Hmph!" An angry voice sounded.
Ding Zhanpeng took a good look.
Feng Hao's expression was unkind, his eyes were about to burst into flames, and he couldn't help scolding: "You bastard! What are you trying to do with my daughter in your arms?"
After scolding, he felt puzzled, and scolded Feng Yiran again, "You're doing the wrong thing too! Hugging a man in public, are you crazy?"
Feng Yiran pretended not to hear, left Ding Zhanpeng's embrace, and shyly said: "Brother Ding, I'm sorry, I'm too excited."
"It's okay, I can understand your mood."
Ding Zhanpeng waved his arms and said with a smile: "Remember, your grandfather has just recovered, and his body is very weak. He needs a short period of recuperation before he can completely restore his former state. Moreover, for some reason, after he woke up, he was in a very bad state of mind. You must not think that there is something wrong with his head, it is a sequelae, and it will be fine after a while."
Feng Yiran was taken aback, and asked in confusion, "Brother Ding, don't you think you'll see Grandpa again?"
"Well..." Ding Zhanpeng nodded, "The root cause of your grandfather's illness has been solved. After that, he will no longer be troubled, and his body will not suffer from serious problems. So, I don't need to come again."
Hearing this, Feng Yiran was secretly distracted, isn't he coming
"Hmph! Is it okay if you agree?"
Feng Hao obviously didn't believe it, and said coldly: "It's unreliable. I need to verify it myself. If my dad doesn't recover, then your end will be miserable!"
Ding Zhanpeng's eyes turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Feng's family lives, I respect you as an elder, so I always back down. However, I have my own bottom line. I will not be polite to anyone who violates it."
Since entering Feng's house, Ding Zhanpeng has been angry.
Thanks to his good temper, he kept giving in.
However, having a good temper does not mean being easy to bully.
Feng Hao was about to get angry, but he felt a mountain pressing on him, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.
This feeling comes and goes quickly.
Feng Hao even thought he was hallucinating.
Glancing at Ding Zhanpeng, he secretly wondered, could it be his fault
There was a bit of taboo in my heart, and my tone was not as tough and irritable as before, "Boy, this is the Feng family. It's not your turn to be arrogant. I'll go check it out now. If something goes wrong, don't try to leave the Feng family."
Feng Hao made the next sentence and walked into the room with two doctors.
"Brother Ding, is it really all right?"
Feng Yiran was not at ease, and asked again.
Ding Zhanpeng sweated a lot, and said helplessly: "What's the benefit of me lying to you? Don't worry, your grandfather's illness has been completely cured. If there is anything wrong in the future, you can come to me."
"Well... I believe Brother Ding..."
Feng Yiran relaxed, and the boulder that had been accumulated in her heart completely disappeared.
The engagement was broken, the grandfather recovered from his illness, and everything returned to the way it was before.
All of this was brought by him.
Could it be that he is the patron saint of luck
When Feng Yiran thought about it, she became insane.
"Cough, Miss Feng, take me to Chen Moyun's room."
Ding Zhanpeng coughed twice.
Feng Yiran woke up with a start, her face was flushed, and she secretly blamed herself for thinking about some messy and embarrassing things.
"Brother Ding, what do you want from Chen Moyun?"
Feng Yiran concealed her embarrassment and hurriedly asked.
"It's nothing. In order to get Borrowing Fate, I made a deal with Chen Moyun. Now, it's time to fulfill the promise."
Ding Zhanpeng didn't hide anything, and answered casually.
Feng Yiran pinched the corner of her clothes, and said in a low voice: "Brother Ding, Chen Moyun is not a good person. There is no need to fulfill the promise so seriously."
"Haha!" Ding Zhanpeng smiled heartily, and said: "In life, you have to do something and not do something. Although Chen Moyun's behavior is really bad, you can't give up your promise because of this. Sometimes, giving up a promise is equal to Give up your bottom line and dignity."
Feng Yiran hummed, "Brother Ding is a good man. Well, I'll take you to see Chen Moyun."
After hesitating for a while, he said softly: "Brother Ding, don't call me Miss Feng. I'm so weird, call me Yiran..."
"This... doesn't seem very good..."
Ding Zhanpeng's expression was weird, could this girl fall in love with him
Then he denied it again, secretly thinking that he was thinking too much.
"No, I feel fine."
Feng Yiran plucked up her courage and insisted on her own opinion.
Ding Zhanpeng smiled bitterly, and refused again, fearing that it would hurt the friendship between the two.
"Okay, I'll call you Yiran."
Ding Zhanpeng didn't think about it, it's just a title, what a big deal...
When Feng Yiran heard this, she squeezed her small fist and was secretly happy.
The two walked forward while chatting, and came to Chen Moyun's room.
"Why, I'm not welcome?"
Seeing Chen Moyun's strange eyes, Ding Zhanpeng couldn't help asking.
"You have a very uncomfortable breath about you."
Chen Moyun said hoarsely: "Besides, this breath is very familiar, so familiar that it makes my scalp tingle."
"Hehe... because I brought good things..."
Ding Zhanpeng's heart moved, he understood what he meant, and shouted to the front of his clothes: "Duntianshu, come out, this is the person who wants to continue your life."
"Squeak..."
The shrunken version of the Tianshu moved quickly and crawled onto the bed.
Chen Moyun's pupils shrank, and he felt a creepy feeling of horror. He said in shock: "What is this? It's so scary, take it away... hurry up..."
Seeing this, Ding Zhanpeng was very strange.
From the appearance point of view, the shrunken version of the Duntian mouse is not much different from ordinary mice except for its larger body.
Why is it that Chen Moyun looks like he has seen a ghost, and his whole body is not well.
Could it be that there are other secrets in this
At this moment, Duntian Mouse spoke, "Hmph! This human being is as cowardly as a mouse, he might as well die."
When Ding Zhanpeng heard it, he laughed and said, "You are also a mouse, and you are also cowardly. Why don't you die?"
"It's different..." Duntian Shu was at a loss for words, and argued: "We Duntian Shu are afraid of death. In order to survive, we tried our best to find a way to continue our life. It is in this way that we have the glory of the year. Therefore, Our fear of death is not the same as that of human beings."
Ding Zhanpeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Isn't this nonsense? I'm afraid of death, what's the difference? It's not shameful to be afraid of death, but it's despised to be afraid of death."
"Hmph! How can humans understand..."
Duntianshu was about to refute, but saw Ding Zhanpeng's eyes were slightly cold, and his heart shivered, and then he remembered that he had become a prisoner, and he had no capital to refute.
"Tan Tianshu, I don't have the interest and time to discuss this extremely boring issue with you."
Ding Zhanpeng said coldly: "After saving people, I will let you go naturally. So, in order not to waste everyone's time, act quickly."