Tianlong, southern Xinjiang.

Hundreds of people stood in silence in the Southern Palace.

Xu Yi was wearing a red royal robe and sat on the throne high.

"Wang Buren!"

Xu Yi's voice was not loud, but he was full of sternness.

Wang Buren, sitting in a wheelchair, slowly came out and his right fist hit his heart: "I'm here."

Xu Yi's eyes were cold: "Tell me, where is my sister?"

Wang Buren's face changed drastically, and his eyes were filled with pain.

Wang Buren, who is 63 years old, looks like he is still in his thirties, but it is not because of his strength.

On the contrary, Wang Buren is still only in the Grandmaster realm.

The prime minister of the dynasty was not even as strong as a soldier of a squad leader in southern Xinjiang.

He does not have the talent of a warrior, even if he is powerful, even if he is rich enough to compete with a country, even if he takes all the magical pills in the world, it will never work.

This is born and there is no way to change it.

The reason why he can maintain this appearance is because Xu Ling is delaying his aging.

"I'm sorry, my king, I don't know."

Wang Buren's lips had been bitten and his mouth was full of rust.

On the day when Xu Ling disappeared, as usual, he finished his business and went to Taiyi Gate to find Xu Ling to have supper together.

But when I asked everyone, no one knew where Xu Ling had gone.

After not sleeping all night and there was still no news about Xu Ling, Wang Buren issued a reward. As long as someone could know where Xu Ling was, all the requirements were met.

The whole Tianlong was crazy about this, and countless people were looking for it.

Unfortunately, there is no news yet.

"In theory, you have no legs and are weak. My sister is gone. I really can't blame you. But what I want to tell you is that if your woman is gone, you have to look for it! Even if you search all over the world, even if you spend your whole life, even if you are broken into pieces, even if you are still not found at the last moment of your life..."

Xu Yi said heavily: "We must look for it too! This is your responsibility as a husband!"

The whole audience was silent.

Xu Yi is qualified to say this.

Back then, Bai Yi was taken away in southern Xinjiang, Xu Yi never gave up looking for Bai Yi for a moment, even though he knew that he was overestimating his abilities, even if he knew that he would die.

He has no hesitation and no regrets.

Wang Buren touched his forehead with his fist, and his whole body trembled: "Don't worry, Wang Buren will never give up looking for Xu Ling until his death."

Looking at Wang Buren's haggard appearance, Xu Yi sighed: "Forget it, I just want you to know that no matter how powerful you have or how much wealth you have, the people around you are the most precious."

"I know!" Wang Buren's eyes were covered in blood: "I have always known it!"

"Okay, Xu Ling is very safe. She is in seclusion in a secret place. I will bring her back if I have time."

Wang Buren breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this: "Here."

“Get out.”

Wang Buren retreated.

Xu Yi shouted again: "Yichen, Xue Yizhen."

"Greetings to my king!"

Yichen, who was gray-haired and Xue Yizhen, who was still in his fifties, walked out strode out.

Yichen is old.

His situation is different from that of Wang Buren. Even if Xu Ling and Xue are given a needle to help delay aging, it will not be of much use.

Yichen, who is seventy years old, is skinny, has wrinkles on his face, and has old spots on his skin.

He is one of the people most respected in southern Xinjiang.

After Xu Yi, Yan Wei and others left southern Xinjiang one after another, they had been working hard to manage the entire southern Xinjiang war zone.

"Yichen, thank you for everything you have done for southern Xinjiang. I am back, so you can have a good rest."

"good."

Yichen smiled and nodded, his eyes full of satisfaction.

He was single all his life, without children, and regarded the entire southern Xinjiang as his own children and took good care of him.

Now that Xu Yi is back, he is old, and it is time to rest.

With Xu Yi here, he doesn't have to worry about anything anymore.

"Thank you for your hard work in Xue Yiting."

"Not hard! There is nothing more to be happy about waiting for my king to return!"

Xue Yizhen seemed to have returned to that day in a trance.

On Taiyi Mountain, Xue Yizhen knelt on Xu Yi and shouted "My King".

Southern Xinjiang became his home.

Over the past decades, many medical masters have been cultivated for southern Xinjiang.

Nanjiang is no longer a shortcoming in medical logistics.

His contribution may not be lower than Yichen.

Xu Yi looked at Baiyi: "Baiyi, help Xue to enter the extraordinary with one needle."

Baiyi smiled and nodded: "Okay."

"Thank you, my king! Thank you, Mrs.!"

Xue Yizhen was so excited that her whole body trembled.

He became a master in his forties and has always been obsessed with medical skills. He lacked talent in martial arts and was not diligent enough in practicing, so he is still only at the ninth-grade master level.

He is in his eighties and looks like a person in his fifties, relying on medical skills.

But if he doesn't become extraordinary, he will have a lifespan of at most forty or fifty years.

After entering extraordinary things, one hundred years will be added!

Who wants to die if you can live?

Xu Yi and the six great generals in southern Xinjiang will return, and the future will be magnificent. Xue Yizhen wants to see the future of southern Xinjiang, the rise of the dragon, and the beautiful mountains.

"A dust."

Xu Yi suddenly felt his heart moving, he got up and walked off the throne, came to Yichen, and took his hand like a dead tree.

A faint yellow light flashed, and Xu Yi carefully immersed a very light trace of original power into Yichen's body.

Kakka...

At this moment, Yichen's bones made trembling sounds.

Everyone stared at him in disbelief. Yichen felt like he had transformed, with countless dead skin falling and white hair falling. Then, black hair growing and new teeth growing.

The thin body gradually fills up, the skin is full and tight, the atrophic muscles are rejuvenated, and the curved spine is slowly straightened.

In the blink of an eye, Yichen, who was in his forties, appeared in front of everyone!

Thirty years younger!

"Is this a miracle?"

"How is it possible..."

"Oh my God..."

In the chaotic sound, Yichen looked at his rough palm, and tears suddenly flowed down.

Bai Yi was checked for Yichen, and his vitality was seriously exhausted and he had a life span of several years at most.

This is destiny and cannot be violated.

But Xu Yi used the power of the original source to transform Yichen.

It's like rebirth!

Yichen doesn't want to die.

He has deep nostalgia.

I also want to continue to contribute to the Southern Xinjiang that I have devoted my whole life.

Now, he has become young and has a long life!

Xu Yi said lightly: "If Yichen makes great contributions to southern Xinjiang, he should receive a reward. I think this reward is good. Everyone, I will not treat you badly, even if I serve southern Xinjiang."
To be continued...