Ye Xingyu didn't do nothing, he was at least willing to help make a phone call.
Shirley Zheng, who was crying bitterly, was so heartbroken that her whole heart was broken into pieces of glass. Ye Xingyu couldn't bear to look directly at her sad eyes.
He turned around and walked to the corner of the living room. While dialing 120 on his mobile phone, he asked: "What is your mother's name?"
"Zheng... Xiyan..." Zheng Shirley cried weakly, her voice choked with sobs.
"What?" Ye Xingyu suddenly hung up the phone, turned around and looked at Zheng Shirley in astonishment, with a nervous and solemn expression, as if he was surprised.
"You...say it again! What's her name?"
Ye Xingyu walked over quickly, grabbed Zheng Shirley from the ground, pressed her against the wall, and stared at her with a ferocious expression.
Zheng Shirley was frightened and didn't know why, but she still answered honestly: "Her name is Zheng Xiyan, which means Xi from hope and Yan from face."
Upon hearing this exact answer, Ye Xingyu was stunned on the spot, as if he had turned to stone.
Immediately afterwards, his figure flashed, appearing next to the woman who fainted and fell to the ground, and lifted up the woman's left sleeve.
It can be clearly seen that there is a very obvious ugly scar on the pale and skinny arm, as if someone had cut it with a knife, not only peeling off a layer of skin, but also gouging out a piece of flesh.
Although this was not an expected scene, Ye Xingyu had already guessed the truth. While his face changed drastically, he involuntarily stepped back a few steps, and his legs and feet hit the coffee table behind him, making a "clang" sound.
He looked up at the ceiling with a very strange expression, as if he was mixed with a variety of emotions. He kept mumbling the words "Zheng Xiyan" as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.
"Brother Xingyu, you...what's wrong with you?" Zheng Shirley saw that he was shaky and was afraid that he would fall, so she quickly came over to help him.
"Then your father... who... is he?" Ye Xingyu turned his head and looked over, his eyes burning and strange.
"I don't know..." Shirley Zheng shook her head gently, "My mother has always refused to tell me. As long as I ask, she will be very angry..."
Before she could finish speaking, Ye Xingyu couldn't wait to ask another question: "How old are you this year?"
"Me? Twenty years old! Don't you know?" Zheng Shirley felt very strange and couldn't help but ask.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Xingyu fell down on the coffee table, as if he had lost his soul and was in a daze.
His appearance shocked Zheng Shirley. She had no idea what was going on and was at a loss for a moment.
But within a few seconds, Ye Xingyu jumped up from the coffee table, stepped forward and picked up Zheng Xiyan with both arms, and placed her on the soft and comfortable sofa.
At this time, Zheng Xiyan almost stopped breathing. The two exposed palms were covered with a thin layer of frost. They were pale with a hint of blue and gray, and looked like a corpse that had been frozen.
, especially scary.
What's even more terrifying is that her body temperature is just like ice. Even through several layers of thick clothes, she can still feel the biting cold air radiating from her body.
The situation was critical and there was no need to delay. Without saying a word, Ye Xingyu immediately released the power of his inner energy and soul, and used the method just now to drive away the poison and heal Zheng Xiyan's injuries.
Zheng Xiyan's condition is much more serious than Zheng Shirley's. The cold poison accumulated in her body is hundreds of times greater than that of the latter, making her treatment very difficult.
Ye Xingyu had to be distracted at all times and spare some effort to protect the opponent's heart. Otherwise, under the collision of hot and cold and the intersection of yin and yang, Zheng Xiyan, who was already in critical condition, might die suddenly in an instant.
At this time, Ye Xingyu had a solemn look on his face, and light white smoke was coming out of his head and body, like wisps of steam.
This is a sign that the true energy in the body is consumed in large quantities, and the water evaporates due to the increase in body temperature.
Zheng Shirley didn't understand the reason and was surprised when she saw this strange scene, but she didn't dare to bother asking. She just wiped Ye Xingyu's forehead gently with a handkerchief when he saw sweat.
Although she didn't know why Ye Xingyu suddenly changed his attitude and became completely different from before, it was a good thing that the other party was willing to come to the rescue.
Time passed bit by bit, and Zheng Xiyan's condition gradually improved, but she was still unconscious.
Ye Xingyu's true energy has been exhausted, his whole body is sore and weak, and he is almost exhausted.
Although the power of the soul is abundant, it can act alone and has little effect.
Fortunately, Zheng Xiyan has passed the critical period, her condition has stabilized, and her vital signs have returned to normal.
The poison of Xuan Ming Divine Palm is truly unimaginable. Even if Ye Xingyu tried his best and spent a lot of time, he still could not remove the cold poison from the opponent's body.
But he finally dragged Zheng Xiyan back from the gate of hell and suppressed the remaining cold poison so that he could not move. If nothing unexpected happened, at least it would not happen again in a short period of time.
The exhausted Ye Xingyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned to Zheng Shirley and said: "She is fine now, take good care of her!"
After saying this, he stood up with a lonely look and staggered toward the door. No matter how Zheng Xueli called him behind him, he didn't respond at all.
Soon, he opened the door, walked out of the house, and disappeared in a flash.
Zheng Shirley looked at the empty corridor outside with a longing, her heart full of questions. After a long time, she whispered softly: "Brother Xingyu, what's wrong with you?"
After leaving the residential building, Ye Xingyu walked silently on the street like a wandering spirit, his eyes clearly looking at the road ahead, but his eyes were empty, as if they were not focused.
It wasn't until he saw his car parked on the street that he got into the car, leaned back, tilted his head upward, and slumped down on the chair with an expressionless expression.
He seemed to be reminiscing or thinking. Although his expression was numb, his eyes were very complicated. No one knew what he was thinking.
He sat quietly like this all night, like a sculptured stone statue, making no sound or moving.
This was the first time since his rebirth that he couldn't sleep due to emotional fluctuations. Not to mention practicing, even his thoughts were confused and he spent a whole night in vain without clearing them up.
As the stars moved, the moon set and the sun rose, until a ray of golden rays shined through the car window and onto Ye Xingyu's face, stinging him so much that he couldn't open his eyes. Only then did he seem to come to his senses and exhale heavily.
It seems that it is another sunny morning, which is enough to warm people's hearts in this cold winter.
But Ye Xingyu felt very cold all over his body. The ice was biting and freezing into his spinal cord, as if he had been struck by a Xuanming divine palm.