Yangyang sat on the chair, looking at Pan Xiaoli who was lying on the bed and her complexion gradually turned rosy. He looked up at Yang Chen who was doing the acupuncture: "Mr. Yang, how is Pan Pan?"
"It's okay, I may have just had a hallucination."
Yang Chen explained.
He couldn't tell Yangyang that Pan Xiaoli was possessed by a ghost and almost died.
He could only find any reason to dismiss Yangyang's questions.
"Well..."
Just when Yangyang was about to ask, as the last silver needle was pulled out, Pan Xiaoli let out a sigh and slowly opened her eyes: "I feel so dizzy."
"It's normal. This happens after a high fever. Just drink more water and it will be fine."
Yang Chen put away the silver needle and said with a smile.
"Mr. Yang, why are you here?"
Pan Xiaoli looked at Yang Chen standing next to him and sat up in surprise.
"Pan Pan, you scared me to death. If I hadn't asked Mr. Yang for help, you would still be in a coma now."
"I have asked Director Zhang for leave. We will go back to rest for a few days tomorrow."
Yangyang quickly helped Pan Xiaoli sit up.
"Thank you, Mr. Yang, for your trouble."
Pan Xiaoli knew Yang Chen's medical skills and nodded gratefully.
"If nothing happens, I will go back first."
Yang Chen handed the prescription that he had already written to Yang Yang: "Tomorrow, just find a pharmacy, take some medicine, and you will be cured in three days."
"Thank you Mr. Yang."
Yangyang took the prescription with both hands.
"Mr. Yang, I have a heartfelt request."
Seeing Yang Chen about to leave, Pan Xiaoli suddenly shouted: "My physical condition means I can't film anymore. I don't have a suitable place to recuperate in Donghai City. Can I go to Qingshan Village? With a miracle doctor like you here, I can recover."
It’s also fast.”
"Pan Pan."
When Yangyang heard this, his eyes lit up and he quickly tried to stop it.
Pan Xiaoli is now a popular artist, and the media is paying close attention to her all the time.
Yang Chen was sweating when he entered and exited the Star Hotel tonight, for fear of being photographed by the paparazzi.
If following Yang Chen to Qingshan Village causes any scandal, it would be very detrimental to Pan Xiaoli's current career.
"This... okay, but you have to squeeze in with my cousin."
Yang Chen said.
"Thanks."
A happy smile appeared on Pan Xiaoli's face, "Yangyang, help me ask for a leave from Director Zhang, just tell me that I need to rest for a few days."
"Okay."
Seeing that Pan Xiaoli had already made a decision, Yangyang could only obey.
"Sister-in-law won't be jealous, right?"
When there were only two people left in the room, Pan Xiaoli's cheeks turned slightly red and she mumbled shyly.
"Probably not."
Yang Chen nodded hesitantly.
He really didn't know whether he was jealous or not.
And he really doesn't have time to care about this now. The Soul Gate appears in the secular world, and it is a powerful enemy of Longhu Mountain.
If the remnants are not eliminated as soon as possible, Li Xiaoran may be threatened.
At one o'clock in the morning, Yang Chen drove Pan Xiaoli to Qingshan Village.
After a few hurried introductions, several people fell asleep.
I don't know how long it took.
Yang Chen, who was sleeping soundly with Li Xiaoran in his arms, suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring directly at him from behind.
He turned around slowly and saw a pair of sharp eyes staring at him from the window outside.
Whoosh!
The masked man raised his fingers towards Yang Chen and disappeared out of the window in a flash.
"Damn it, who are you trying to scare to death in the middle of the night?"
Yang Chen muttered secretly, gently moved Li Xiaoran's arm away, and was about to get up and go out.
"Where are you going?"
Li Xiaoran hesitated vaguely.
"Go to the toilet."
Yang Chen randomly found an excuse and tiptoed out of the door, then jumped out of the yard and followed the flickering black shadow all the way to the crop fields at the entrance of the village.
Snap!
Yang Chen was wearing flip-flops and big underpants, looking at the man across from him with a warrior uniform covering his face and a bun, and calmly lit a cigarette: "Brother, why are you coming to my house in the middle of the night? You can't be peeping.
It’s not a good habit, are you Maru country people so perverted?”
"Baga!"
The man opposite had a rough voice, with murderous intent: "Did you kill Minako?"
"Who are you?"
Hearing the other party say Minako's name, Yang Chen frowned slightly and asked.
"Minako's older brother, Kazuo Kawaryu!"
Kazuo Kawaliu shouted coldly.
"That's fine. If you want to pay for it, I'll call the police."
When Yang Chen heard the other party's identity, he didn't panic at all. Instead, he took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand.
"Nani?"
When Kawaryu Kazuo heard Yang Chen's words, he couldn't stand it anymore.
"Nani Nyima, this is China, speak Chinese, otherwise I'll beat you to the point where you won't even recognize your mother."
Yang Chen glared at Kazuo Kawaliu angrily: "Your sister disguised herself as a teacher from our school a few days ago and seduced me in the middle of the night. She caused mental damage to me. Please pay 10 million yuan in compensation first."
"Baga!"
Hearing this, Kazuo Kawaliu's expression changed drastically, he roared, grabbed his right hand from behind his back, and pulled out a bright samurai sword: "You kill my sister, I will disembowel you today!"
"Wait a moment!"
Seeing that Kazuo Kawaliu was about to take action, Yang Chen quickly raised his hand to signal a pause: "Are you sure you are also the killer arranged by the Kawaliu family in China?"
"What's the meaning?"
Kazuo Kawaryu had carried out hundreds of assassination missions without ever failing, and he had never seen such a talkative person before, so he asked immediately.
"I mean, why don't you kneel down and kowtow now or go back to your Kawaryu family in Marukuni. With your and Minako's IQs, don't be killers in the future."
"A killer must investigate before killing someone. You didn't even investigate the real culprit who killed your sister, and you came here to vent your personal anger. Tell me, are you a fool?"
Yang Chen shrugged his shoulders, and then suddenly realized: "I understand, are you afraid of offending others, so you turned around to kill me."
"You're talking nonsense! We ninjas in Marukuni are never afraid of anyone!"
Kazuo Kawaliu forced himself to raise his voice to cover up his guilty conscience.
"Okay, since you are so timid, let's do it."
Yang Chen hooked his fingers: "I hope you are a little better than that bitch Minako, at least let me move my hands and sweat."
"Bagaya road!"
Kawaryu Kazuo was instantly angry. He held the katana in both hands and quickly dived. The next moment, he appeared on Yang Chen's head and slashed down hard.
"Chunin? You are quite capable."
Looking at Kazuo Kawaliu who appeared above his head in a second, Yang Chen raised his eyes slightly, and then raised a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Idleness is also idle, let you idiots see what is left by our ancestors.
Everything and homework were copied so badly."
Buzz!
At the moment when the katana fell, Yang Chen quickly clamped the sword fingers of his right hand, and directly clamped the blade of the katana between the two fingers. The powerful infuriating power circulated, and with a pull of his right hand, Kazuo Kawaliu fell on the spot.
On the ground.
"Nani!"
When Kazuo Kawaliu saw that his katana was caught by Yang Chen's two fingers, his eyes widened on the spot, looking incredulous.
"Nani Nyima, Chinese martial arts are profound and profound, but you, a small country, know nothing about it."
Yang Chen snapped his fingers.
Kawaliu Kazuo staggered back a few steps with a katana in his hand, the dark power on the blade making his arm numb.
"Here, I'll give you another chance. Don't say that I bully my foreign friends."
Yang Chen held a cigarette in his mouth and raised his fingers towards Kazuo Kawaryu.
"Baga!"
"Stupid China pig, let me show you what a ninja is!"
Kazuo Kawaliu was completely irritated. He slowly raised his hands, and there was a light green air current surging on the shining knife.
"The spirit of a bastard?"
Yang Chen squinted his eyes and looked at Kazuo Kawaryu's gathering aura: "Come on, let me see if you idiots got your self-confidence from the bastards."
"Kawaryu Swordsmanship!"
Kazuo Kawaliu roared angrily, slashed down with his katana with turtle energy, and a green sword energy came through the air.
"Idiot!"
Yang Chen just raised his hand, and his true energy burst out, and the sword energy was torn apart instantly.
Whoosh!
The next second, Yang Chen grabbed the air with his right hand, and a sword energy condensed: "Sword slash!"
puff!
Kawaryu Kazuo spurted out a mouthful of blood. Looking at the katana broken into two pieces in front of him, blood spurted out from his chest. He fell lifeless in a pool of blood on the spot.
"Old Long, can you strangers be more reliable in your work? Ouyang Lihuo killed someone in my Qingshan Village, and his brother chased him to my door in the middle of the night."
"The body is behind the village. Find someone to deal with it before dawn. Don't scare us simple villagers."
Yang Chen glanced at Kazuo Kawaliu who was still staring blankly, took out his cell phone and dialed Long Xiao's number, then disappeared into the night with a cigarette in his mouth.