The next day, Yu Wenhao helped Yuan Qingling disinfect the wound. After listening to her, she couldn't help but shook her head and smiled at her, "How can you compare with them? It was not brought from the mother's womb. No, do you remember when they played with the snow wolves, they got bruised knees when they played, and hid themselves to apply the medicine? I didn't see that they could be repaired quickly."
"The ability brought by the mother's womb, but I don't have it either. Look, the buns can fly."
"Maybe I inherited it, and I can also fly."
Yuan Qing Lingbai glanced at him, "Your name is Qinggong. It's your own ability. You can try to compete with a bun to see who can fly by?"
"Don't easily compare with your own son. We can't compete. You have to admit that sometimes we are not even as good as Dubao." Yu Wenhao said with a smile, and after speaking, he blew heartily on her palm and asked Said: "Does it still hurt?"
"It's not so painful." Yuan Qingling felt that his words were quite hurtful. Although parents hope that their children will have the ability, it is best to learn these skills by themselves. Now for no reason. If the land has the ability to control it properly, it is okay if you are most afraid of going astray, then it is really harmful to others and yourself.
This is not unfounded worries. Now the child is still easy to manage. When he reaches puberty, the child at that time is a hedgehog, has his own opinion, and it is impossible to say a word.
Hey, she thinks so long-term!
"Don't be stupid in the future!" Yu Wenhao said with a smile, kissed her on the cheek, and then held her face, "Lao Yuan, I found that your complexion has improved a lot recently, and it is very rosy."
"Really?" Yuan Qingling didn't notice it herself. Hearing what he said, he took a picture in front of the bronze mirror, and she realized that her face was flying pink.
"It's like burning a cloud of fire!" Yu Wenhao liked it more and more, but couldn't see enough. "In the past, your complexion was pale and clear, but now it's ruddy, it seems to look better, and..."
He paused and said seriously: "It seems to be more and more similar to your original appearance."
"Really?" Yuan Qing was stunned and looked at her eyebrows carefully. She was somewhat similar to the original owner. After looking at this face for a few years, she didn't even remember what she looked like before. .
"Yes, it is indeed the way you were before, not when you were lying there, but the picture I looked at you."
Yuan Qingling touched her face, didn't she
After this night, many killers retreated after hearing the wind. Gu Si has been ordering people to monitor. On this day alone, there are more than 30 suspicious killers who have left Beijing. It is conceivable that this million taels of gold has attracted so many masters. .
The killers of werewolf bones also retreated. Although they seemed fearless, they were more sensible and calm. Knowing that the chances were not great, they no longer fell in love with the stacks. They seemed desperate, but in fact they pity their lives more than anyone else.
Now, only waiting for the arrival of the sword demon.
As long as the sword demon is solved, Yu Wenhao will no longer have any worries and can go to the front and fight side by side with the Supreme Emperor.
He and Si Ye have a more comprehensive plan. Because of the development brochure of Prince Anfeng, Si Ye’s team can quickly develop weapons. Then, they will be sent to the border by Leng Langmen, Hongmeimen and Ghost Guards. And he took the lead on the battlefield.
Of course, all of this must be based on killing the sword demon.
The Sword Demon didn't let him wait too long. After the killer evacuated in a large area, the Sword Demon arrived in the capital.
Sword Demon Nanbian Ke is a legend in the assassin world and a legend in the martial arts. It is said that everyone who has seen him in the world eventually died in his hands.
Therefore, no one knows when he comes.
But this old man is also really interesting. After arriving in the capital, he directly asked the soldiers guarding the city, "Where is the Chu Palace?"
The soldier looked at him, dressed in coarse cloth, his ankles were rolled up, and a pair of black cotton shoes were stained with a lot of dust. It can be seen that all the way is dusty, and the back is badly worn, and his back heels are almost on the ground. He is carrying a baggage. His hands were trapped in his sleeve pockets, his back was slightly camel, and his gray hair was very dirty, as if he could shake a head of dust out of it.
His face is also very dirty, I don't know if it is dust or it is so dark. The corners of his eyes can clearly see the traces of the years. He looked at the guards, half flattering and half humble.
"Who are you? What are you going to do in Prince Chu's Mansion?" The soldiers guarding the city were on guard. King Qi of Jingzhao Mansion gave orders, but anyone who entered the city to look for the prince had to ask questions, even though the old man didn't seem to kill him. Power, but the question is still to be asked.
I saw the old man smiling and saying: "Xiao Lao is a visitor from the south. I heard that the crown prince’s head is worth a million taels of gold. The prince’s head is worth a million taels of gold, and the prince’s head is worth a million taels of gold. Xiao Lao received a reward of gold and divided it among the soldiers to have some wine."
As soon as these words came out, the guard at the gate was all on guard, swishing out his sword, and facing the guest from the south.
Upon seeing this, the guest from the south was a little surprised, shook his head, and said disappointedly: "It seems that you wouldn't say it."
The soldier slashed with the sword in his hand and slashed out quickly. He thought he would definitely hurt the little old man. As everyone knows, the sword was cut, but he cut nothing. Where is the southern guest in front of him? The generals looked around, no trace of him could be found, as if all of a sudden evaporating from their eyes.
Everyone returned to their senses, and said anxiously: "Come to the Prince of Chu Mansion to report the letter!"
A guard led the horse out, and went to Chu Palace without his life.
However, the guest from the south had already arrived at the gate of the Chu Prince's Mansion. Obviously, the guard at the gate hadn't said it, and the people would have said it.
He knocked on the door of the Chu Palace, the concierge came out, looked at the guest from the south, and asked, "Old man, who do you look for?"
The guest from the south was still humble and polite, "Dare to ask if the prince is in the mansion?"
The porter was startled, "Are you looking for His Royal Highness? What's the matter?"
The guest from the south handed over, "Xiao Lao asked the prince to have some life-threatening events, and I hope to introduce you!"
When the concierge heard this, his expression changed slightly, just as Tang Yang walked over and asked, "What's the matter?"
The concierge said: "The old man said that it is important to find the prince, and that it is a matter of life and death."
Tang Yang bowed his hand to the guest from the south, "Old man, what is the life-critical matter? You said the same thing as Xia, Xia is the vassal of the Prince of Chu Mansion. His Royal Highness is not in the mansion at the moment."
"I'm not here? Can I go in and ask for a glass of water? The old man came all the way to Beijing for thousands of miles, without any money, and he didn't even drink a sip of tea."
The concierge said with a smile, "Old man, where did you come to Beijing? You can't die of thirst if you haven't drunk water thousands of miles away?"
"It's important to be thirsty, but it's okay to lose his life." The southerner said, patted the dust on his body, Tang Yang felt a burst of dust rising in front of him, and the person in front of him was gone.
The concierge said, "Where is the old man?"