The Identity of the Real Rich Man Can’t Be Hidden

   Chapter 392 Special pain

  An Yan didn't dare to act rashly, her eyes were fixed on the medicine garden, she had to pick him back today, otherwise Li Rongsen's body would not be able to take it anymore, and she was hit so badly just now.

  The young master looked at An Yan and said, "No one else has ever come. Who are you?"

   "I need soul grass." An Yan said to him bluntly.

   "Take it." The young master didn't seem to care at all.

   But Uncle Wang said, "Of course it won't work. You can't disobey the soul grass today, and you will die tomorrow."

   "This is all bullshit. If you don't accept the soul knot grass, you won't be able to trap me. How can I allow you to entertain me." The young master snorted coldly, and then went to the medicine garden on his own.

  Uncle Wang grabbed the iron chain on the ground and pulled the young master over. The young master immediately hit him and said, "You little dog, get out of my way!"

   "Master, I'm doing it for your own good." Uncle Wang said while waving at the master.

The young master was inconvenient, and he couldn't escape after all. Uncle Wang hit him so hard that he had to kneel on the ground. He said to An Yan, "If you want the soul grass, help me defeat him, or you will take it. Not reachable."

  An Yan's goal at the moment is to conjure soul grass. She has just played against this man named Uncle Wang. His inner strength is very deep, and there must be few people who can beat him. What's more, she couldn't use it here, and she suffered some internal injuries, so she naturally had to be careful.

   Hearing that young master say again: "I'll take the soul-knot grass with you, you can get it and leave, come and save me tomorrow!"

   "This can't be done!" Uncle Wang said and looked at An Yan.

  The young master immediately grabbed Uncle Wang's arm with one hand, and then said to An Yan, "Quicker!"

  An Yan immediately went to the medicine garden to pick up medicine, but found that Uncle Wang waved energy and wiped a little of her shoulder.

   "Ah!" An Yan's hand seemed to be slapped by something, and instantly felt a burning pain, staring at it, her skin was already cracked.

  The young master picked up the thick iron chain on the ground, put it directly around Uncle Wang's neck, and said to An Yan, "Hurry up!"

  An Yan ignored the pain, reached out to pick up the medicine, turned over and jumped out of the forbidden area.

  Uncle Wang turned to look at the young master and said, "You are crazy, you can't help but eat the soul knot grass."

   "This is a lie, you actually believe that woman." The young master sneered, he was already lying on the ground, looking at the moon in the sky, and said, "The moon is really white, I like to be an adult."

   "When a child is carefree, what would you not want?" Uncle Wang asked.

   "Then why don't you be a child?" the young master asked him back.

"You will destroy this place. Your inner demon will grow up with you. You will try to destroy this place and your family." Uncle Wang is the guardian of Lingxian's family. Responsibility is to protect the safety of this party.

  The young master sneered and said only one sentence: "A selfish and vicious woman, the lies she tells casually are not trustworthy."

   Uncle Wang frowned, he didn't hate the young master, and even pity him, but if he wanted to escape, he shouldn't, he took advantage of the young master to stab a silver needle into his wrist.

  In an instant, the young master passed out again.

  It turned out that it would be cheaper to use the soul knot grass, and it could make him suffer less, but now there is no other way, only to seal a strand of his living soul, so that he will not become wanton.

   And, if he grows for a few days in a row, there will be extremely bad consequences, it is very likely that he will break through the forbidden area, and then it will be troublesome.

  Uncle Wang sat on the ground and looked at the young master and the moon, thinking that he was going to tie a net. Once he took the herb, it would disappear. The woman just now would definitely come, and he had to catch her.

  An Yan had trot all the way back to the yard, she felt pain all over her body.

Li Rongsen was sitting on the promenade at the door of the house. When he saw someone walking in, he went up to look. He found that An Yan was not in a good condition. He instinctively wanted to help, but he felt it was not suitable. The old woman said, "Grandma, she's back. She seems very tired. Come and have a look."

  The old woman was already standing in front of An Yan, she immediately supported her and asked, "How are you, how are you?"

   "It's fine." An Yan said as she went into the house.

  Li Rongsen looked An Yan up and down, and found that there was blood on her shoulders, and the hand holding the herbs was severely injured.

  The old woman first helped An Yan to sit down at the table, then went inside to get the medicine, and said to her, "Why are you suffering, I told you not to go."

   "It's alright, I'm back safely." An Yan signaled the old woman not to worry, and added, "Look, the soul knot grass has been harvested."

   "I'm afraid you're going to lose your hand." The old woman said solemnly.

   "What do you mean by this?" Li Rongsen immediately came over and asked.

   "You take this medicine and wash it, and then put it into the pot that boils the medicine." An Yan pointed to the frying pot that had been put up beside her.

  The old woman said: "Why, it's still more important to me."

  An Yan lowered her eyes and saw that Li Rongsen was about to tear off his shirt and stopped him: "Your fabric doesn't **** blood, don't tear it up, go wash the medicine."

   Li Rongsen clearly saw the fine sweat on An Yan's forehead, which showed that she was very uncomfortable, but she didn't say a word. He took the herb and said, "What can I do for you?"

   "You just need to wash the medicine, Grandma will help me heal my wounds." An Yan only said that.

Li Rongsen did as An Yan wanted, then came over and sat down again, seeing that the old woman had sprinkled the medicine powder on the back of her hand and wrapped it up with gauze, he couldn't help feeling very sorry, he said, "Don't go there tomorrow. already."

   "Of course not." An Yan chuckled lightly.

  The room was dark and yellow, but An Yan's smile was clearly engraved in Li Rongsen's heart. He admired her, and at the same time began to feel some compassion, saying, "I'm not worth your risk."

   "The feast in Qingqiu is worth it." An Yan said, she understood what he was thinking, so she cooperated with him to offset the regret in her heart.

  Li Rongsen was not relieved by this sentence, he said, "I'm sorry, I caused you trouble."

  An Yan stared at Li Rongsen, and then said, "I will be in charge of all matters related to medicinal materials in Wancaotang in the future. What do you think of this condition?"

   This first made Li Rongsen startled, then he agreed and said, "I agree."

   "Go and rest, I'm fine." An Yan said.

   But Li Rongsen didn't leave, he asked again, "You really don't feel any discomfort?"

   "I'm fine." An Yan pretended that she was not in pain, but in fact her hand was very painful, and it always seemed like she was being beaten by a whip.

The old woman got up and went inside again, opened a box, and she didn't know what she was rummaging, she took out a handkerchief after rummaging for a long time, and said to An Yan, "Come on, this is clean, you use it to wipe sweat. Well, look at your sweaty sweat."

   "How much pain?" Li Rongsen asked quickly.

   "Help to see the medicine and go there for a fan." An Yan motioned him to go over, not to ask any questions in front of her, and she wouldn't tell him, lest he would make another bunch of words.

  The old woman also said to Li Rongsen, "Go there, you are not needed here."

  Li Rongsen had to walk over to the medicine pot, picked up the fan on the side to fan, and pricked up his ears to listen to the conversation between An Yan and the old woman.

   "Does it hurt so much?" the old woman asked her.

   "It does hurt a bit." If An Yan said it hurt a little bit, it must be bad, otherwise she wouldn't be in a cold sweat all the time.

   (end of this chapter)