The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 321
After half an hour.

Under the hurried hands of Dr. Pei Yong, who "has never eaten pork, only seen pigs running", and combined with the best medicines and pills from the Pei family, everyone's bleeding stopped and the wounds were bandaged in a messy manner.

Only Yan Sanhe's wrist was still shaking, and Li Buyan was rubbing it for her.

Little Master Pei squatted on the side, watching eagerly, feeling regretful in his heart.

"If I had known this, I would have pestered my father to learn medical skills no matter what. Sanhe, don't worry. In half an hour at most, your hands will stop shaking."

Yan Sanhehun didn't care, "There's nothing wrong with me."

"It's all right."

The trembling is in your body, and the pain is in my heart!

The heartache in Little Master Pei's eyes was so full that it almost overflowed.

"You just don't cherish yourself very much. Why are you writing so quickly? Each of them can survive for an hour or two and they can't die."

One by one: "..." What should I do? I really want to beat him to death!
Yan Sanhe: "..." This man is sick again!
Xie Zhifei touched his sore nose and coughed, "Yan Sanhe, what should we do next?"

Yan Sanhe kept a straight face and said nothing.

When Mr. Pei saw that his good brother was frustrated, he quickly acted as a peacemaker and said, "His attitude was a bit bad just now, but his heart is good. You don't care about the villain's faults. Don't be like that bastard."

"No fuss."

She still knows clearly what is caring and what is losing temper.

Yan Sanhe turned around and glanced at Xie Zhifei softly, "I'm thinking about what to do next."

He was hit hard by this punch, half of his face was swollen, and his nose was all bruised.

There was a lot of bleeding from the two sword wounds on the back.

I'm already like this, but I still have the nerve to yell at her. Are I stupid?
Xie Zhifei looked into Yan Sanhe's dark eyes and didn't know what to say. He looked away and avoided it with a guilty conscience.

Yan Sanhe was startled, and the temperature in his eyes instantly turned cold.

Huang Qi saw Miss Yan dumbfounded and didn't speak. He thought she was worried and started to worry too: "The second level is so difficult. The third level will be even harder."

Zhu Qing echoed: "It won't be easy anyway."

Li Buyan frowned: "I think we should rest where we are for the night before going up the mountain, otherwise we won't be able to keep up with our physical strength."

Little Master Pei sighed heavily: "Now I realize why it takes fifteen days for people to come back and forth."

"There is no third level."

Yan Sanhe looked away and said calmly: "Tang Jianxi should come to see us in half an hour."

Xie Zhifei: "..." Huh?

Zhu Qing: "..." Did I hear correctly?

Huang Qi: "..." Miss Yan, you have to change your habit of telling lies!

Little Master Pei: "..." I also like talking big words.

Li Buyan rolled his eyes and blurted out, "Sanhe, did you write the thin gold body?"

Yan Sanhe: "I write in Jingchen's font."

As soon as this was said, everyone fell silent.

Jingchen was Tang Jianxi's junior sister. Tang Jianxi didn't know that Jingchen was dead. He would be shocked when he saw such a single word.

only……

How could she write Jingchen's handwriting?

No one knew that Xie Zhifei was silent because he was laughing wildly in his heart.

What words can this girl not imitate?

When she was a child, she could imitate his bad calligraphy so perfectly that even her father's sharp eyes could not spot it.

This girl used this ability to manipulate him every three days and make him work for her.

"Third Master."

Yan Sanhe suddenly called out: "You should use your mouth to talk about business, not to moan and show courtesy."

Li Buyan: "?"

Zhu Qing: "??"

Astragalus: "???"

Little Master Pei: "????"

When Xie Zhifei heard this, he felt mixed emotions in his heart, including sour, sweet, bitter and spicy.

You can't hide the look in someone's eyes when you like him. The look she looked at just now showed distress in her eyes.If it were to change to the past, his spirit, Xie Sanye, would fly.

But now, he couldn't bear the weight of this look, so he could only avoid it.

Apparently half an hour ago, he was yelling at her because she was hiding her pain and enduring it;
Obviously a month ago, he was hinting at her and attentive to her, and he wanted to go to Jingsi Residence seventeen or eight times a day.

Xie Zhifei sighed softly in his heart, but smiled nonchalantly, "Who told me to put honey on my mouth? I just like to be courteous to pretty girls."

Yes, whoever takes it seriously will lose!

Yan Sanhe turned his face away with a very natural expression and stopped talking.

The atmosphere where the six of them worked together to break through the level just now was suddenly as cold as the grave.

Huang Qi touched his forehead: "..." Why did the atmosphere change?

Zhu Qing sighed in his heart: "..." It's all to fulfill little Master Pei!
Little Master Pei: "..." Brother or sweetheart, which one should I help?
Li Buyan: "..." Bah, Xie Zhifei, you're a scumbag who just flirts and runs away!

Suddenly, a voice came.

The six people went out looking for a voice, only to see the man in gray coming back again.

Behind him was a middle-aged man, who looked like... Tang, who was scolded by Mr. Pei to the point that the boards of his ancestor's coffin could not hold him down.

"coming!"

Yan Sanhe's expression calmed down, and his voice suddenly lowered, "Don't talk for a while."

Little Master Pei: "Why?"

Yan Sanhe burst out word by word, "Because, the goddess wants to seek justice for you."

……

Tang Jianxi was walking in a hurry, but when he got closer, he slowed down.

Among the six people in front of him, he saw Yan Sanhe at first sight.

"Master, that girl is sixteen or seventeen years old. She is good-looking, has a cold temperament, and doesn't talk much."

This is how Xue Zhao describes it.

The description is very apt, but one thing is missing: the girl's eyes are three points colder than her temperament.

Tang Jianxi walked up to Yan Sanhe and asked, "What's your name?"

"The surname is Yan and the given name is Sanhe."

While Yan Sanhe introduced himself to his family, he also took a look at the Tang hermit in front of him.

He is in his early fifties, has a kind face, is neither fat nor thin, and has a very unique temperament.

How to describe this uniqueness?

He is not as aloof as Yan Xing, not as elegant as Xie Daozhi, not as unattainable as Wu Shunian, and not as shrewd as Ji Lingchuan.

Yan Sanhe searched his guts and couldn't find an adjective.

"Miss Yan, the calligraphy just now was written by you."

"Exactly."

"Who did you imitate?"

"An old friend of yours."

This answer made everyone couldn't help but praise "wonderful" in their hearts.

Tang Jianxi's expression changed, "What is your relationship with her?"

Yan Sanhe raised his head, "What do you think?"

"Miss Yan."

Tang Jianxi's voice suddenly stiffened, "Please tell the truth."

Yan Sanhe raised the corners of his mouth, "Master Tang shouldn't ask first, why did we come to you?"

"why?"

"Something happened."

"what's up?"

"It just so happens that I don't want to talk about it at this moment. Mr. Tang, we will never see you again."

"Wait!"

Tang Jianxi's voice was sharp, "Is this a place where you can come and leave whenever you want?"

(End of this chapter)