1781: C1781 I Don't Know Anything

C1781 I Don't Know Anything

After Lin Kangbai's death, the news of the Yin Dragonpulse should have completely disappeared.

It just so happened that this young master who was previously short of brains had suddenly become extremely resourceful.

He had already calculated his own death.

He had also left behind two clues with his death, one of which was enough to make countless people unable to sleep through the night and fight endlessly for it.

Young Master Lin's two broken legs were taken away by a Shule Ancient City guard named Dikuza.

He also had a will, which was similarly placed in the hands of a Shule Ancient City guard.

Whether the will and the short legs were owned by the same person.

After many intelligent people had analyzed it, they finally determined that it was impossible for the same person to possess both of these things.

Lin Kangbai was able to foresee his own death because he was afraid of death.

Those who were afraid of death would usually leave themselves a few more paths of retreat.

There was no need to let a person with a will, a broken leg, and the risk of being found out by everyone, scurrying all over the place.

Therefore, there must be another gatekeeper other than Dikuza, living in this world with Young Master Lin's will in his arms.

The person holding the will would definitely only hand it over after seeing Young Master Lin's corpse.

So was Lin Kangbai's corpse useful or useless?

The fellows who wanted to gain benefits from the Yin Dragonpulse were paying attention to Lin Kangbai's upper body, or should they be paying attention to his lower two legs?

Different people had different opinions.

Jinghong Ming, President Chu, and Director Of Section Gao, representing the government, were bound to pay attention to both.

Yue Qingke and Helan Qunxing only paid attention to the broken leg.

The upper echelons of Lin Family and Helan Family were only concerned with the upper half of the corpse.

What Helan Xiaoxin was concerned about was whether she could help her brother, Holan Fusu, reach the top of the power in this matter and allow Lee Nanfang to be the uncle of a nation once.

What Yue Zitong was concerned about was how to make Yue Qingke unable to gain any benefits.

So many people were involved in the incident of the Yin Dragonpulse.

In the end, only Lee Nanfang was the kind of person who didn't care about anything.

Completely relaxed, he fell into a deep sleep.

Lee Nanfang slept for a full 24 hours.

When he opened his eyes, the clock on the wall still showed the time.

The sunlight outside was still shining in from that angle.

Yue Zitong was still standing at the same spot, holding her face as she gazed at the scenery outside the window.

All signs of --

"I only slept for a minute. Why does it feel like I slept for a long time?"

Lee Nanfang stretched his back lazily, stood up and walked to the window. He started to become dishonest with Aunt Yue.

There was no other way. After all, this woman was wearing a long dress in the shape of a formal dress.

"Have we … failed to accomplish something all along?"

Lee Nanfang tried to communicate with Aunt Yue in a questioning manner.

Yue Zitong didn't say anything. She just slowly turned her head around and faced Lee Nanfang with her straight face.

This movement remained motionless.

Until Lee Nanfang's good mood, when there was no response, became boring.

It was said that Aunt Yue had the power to reduce swelling and remove fire, so why couldn't she remember it?

Lee Nanfang put down his hands bitterly, stepped back on the sofa and sat down again.

However, the small tent on his lower body meant that he could ignite the flames of war at any moment.

"Your illness is getting worse. I don't want you to die."

Yue Zitong finally spoke.

Just this sentence alone instantly melted half of Lee Nanfang's fighting spirit.

"F * ck! How could I die so easily? Even if I had to die, I wouldn't have died because of such a thing!"

Lee Nanfang was very unhappy with Yue Zitong's actions.

It was clearly a matter of mutual desire, why did he have to use such a reason to ruin the mood?

Was it sacred to put on a "Not letting you touch it, is it for your own good" act?

"Tonight's midnight. You still have to go save your CEO Avril. You need to conserve your strength."

Aunt Yue must have sensed Little Nephew's true thoughts, so she once again used a reasonable excuse. This time, she directly put out half of the fire in Lee Nanfang's heart.

"Why is it tonight? I clearly still have two days of rest time."

Lee Nanfang picked up the cup of cold tea on the table and drank it in one gulp. He finally suppressed all the evil thoughts in his heart and expressed his dissatisfaction with a grunt.

But by the time Aunt Yue proved to him, he had been asleep all day.

Lee Nanfang was confused.

"Will I sleep this long?"

He involuntarily shook his head. "That shouldn't be the case."

"You should not have slept for so long. I have already asked, all of you have not rested for two days and two nights, shouldn't you use your long sleep to replenish your energy? "

Yue Zitong said this solemnly.

Lee Nanfang really wanted to tell his aunt that he had it for the past seven days and seven nights without sleep. It was impossible for him to not be able to endure after staying up all night.

A situation like this where one had been sleeping deeply for a very long time would only occur under one condition.

That was, after the Black Dragon took control of his body and unleashed its divine might …

However, in the past long period of time, he had never been controlled by the Black Dragon.

Especially during the mission yesterday, he had always been clear-headed.

Why did it appear, with the same side effects as before?

Could it be that his condition is getting worse?

Lee Nanfang was lost in his thoughts.

Yue Zitong walked over and lightly pressed both of her hands on Little Nephew's temples. She said softly, "I want to find someone to help you look after your illness."

"I'm not sick!"

It is the tradition of Chinese to keep a secret from medical treatment.

Lee Nanfang was mentally ill yesterday, so he said something about his illness getting worse.

At this moment, he was brimming with energy. Of course, he was very against the thought of having a dragon form.

He rarely felt that his body containing the Black Dragon was terrifying. He had lived for more than twenty years, and there was no reason why he would not be able to live for much longer.

The reason why he felt so pressured was because Yang Xiao was prepared to kill him.

"I've already said that you're not allowed to call yourself father in front of me. I'm also your wife's father, what do you want?"

Yue Zitong reprimanded, increasing the force in her hands.

Lee Nanfang was in so much pain that his eyebrows jumped. He snorted and didn't want to talk anymore.

Unexpectedly, Yue Zitong's next sentence made him jump up from the sofa.

"I want to find Yang Xiao to treat your illness."

"Who did you say?

Yang Xiao?

Are you crazy! "

Lee Nanfang jumped up and shouted, "How can that damn pervert treat me? I have a strong suspicion that the changes in my body were caused by him. "One day when I am very ill, he will kill me like a piglet that has been raised.

"Yang Xiao wants to kill you?"

Little Nephew's overreaction stunned Aunt Yue.

"Why does Yang Xiao want to kill you? He has always cared about you and is protecting you at every turn."

"He protected me to prevent me from being killed by others. He will only act when I am qualified to be killed by him. "Well, you don't know about these things?"

"You never told me."

Lee Nanfang and Yue Zitong looked at each other and saw the doubt in each other's eyes.

Yang Xiao wanted to kill Little Nephew.

How could Aunt Yue not know about this?

She knew.

But that was only when he first came into contact with the devil a long time ago.

At that time, Aunt Yue only felt that Yang Xiao was too fickle and had extraordinary kung fu skills, constantly saying that he wanted to kill someone and that no one could offend him.

If someone like Lee Nanfang, who had an invincible mouth, were to meet Yang Xiao, he would only die miserably.

Therefore, Aunt Yue was always worried.

However, Lee Nanfang had offended that demon multiple times, but he never did anything about it.

Even she, as Lee Nanfang's real wife, had received a lot of saving grace from Yang Xiao.

It was very easy for people to misunderstand these situations.

He mistook Yang Xiao for Lee Nanfang as a friend.

Speaking of which, the moment that demon appeared, everyone felt that he was a country bumpkin who had never seen the world. It was not easy to meet Lee Nanfang, the kind of person who could quickly turn a country bumpkin into a country bumpkin.

Who wouldn't treat him as a friend?

At least, in Yue Zitong's mind, Yang Xiao wouldn't kill Lee Nanfang for no reason.

No one had told her about their relationship and Yang Xiao's attitude towards Lee Nanfang.

Maybe someone had.

However, Aunt Yue could not remember.

Then she just didn't know.

"I always thought that your strange illness started after you and Hua Yeshen got married."

Yue Zitong's train of thought was still stuck at the moment when he and Lee Nanfang were conversing.

Strange to say.

The two of them were clearly in love, but they had always experienced the scenes of being separated from each other.

Thinking about this current situation, when the two of them were talking, and going back to when they were returning to the Green Mountain from the Golden Triangle,

Lee Nanfang was captured by Sui Yueyue in Golden Triangle.

Yue Zitong went alone to rescue Little Nephew.

The two of them drove, traveled, encountered high-speed traffic jams, and turned to Sun Tang.

He met Bai Linger at Sun Tang and then drove back to Beijing.

However, at that time, Lee Nanfang had a bad feeling about the dragon's body, and he had a strange dream about the face and body of a man in the car.

This situation terrified Aunt Yue, and she hurriedly brought Little Nephew to the General Hospital of Jinghua to see a doctor.

It was there.

Lee Nanfang met Hua Yeshen's thing. He felt grief and indignation, and lost his memory for a moment.

Afterwards, Aunt and Little Nephew never had the chance to talk while sitting face to face.

Lee Nanfang had experienced a lot.

However, Yue Zitong was not free to do anything. She did what a Patriarch of Yue Family should do every day.1

Last time, she said, Lee Nanfang's illness broke out when he married Hua Yeshen, in an attempt to force the two of them apart.

But this time.

Aunt Yue's words were definitely the truth, as if she could say what she wanted to.

But unfortunately, there was too much of a difference between what she thought and the truth.

"My illness has nothing to do with Hua Yeshen."

Lee Nanfang's tone was much deeper, he didn't want to mention Hua Yeshen at all.

However, when his aunt shot him a worried look, he explained carefully, "Now that I think about it, Yang Xiao actually used Hua Yeshen as a tool to stimulate the Black Dragon in my body to grow. "I don't know how he did it, but he must have used Hua Yeshen."

"Why is Hua Yeshen being used by Yang Xiao?"

"They belong to the same organization, but you don't even know that Hua Yeshen is Yang Xiao's subordinate?"

Lee Nanfang was surprised.

Only now did Yue Zitong realize that there were too many things she didn't know.

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