People will never think of what will happen in the next second, just as Han Ye experienced.

After a brief conversation, Han Ye gradually recalled that Mu Qiuli was a warrior who just joined Liu Gong’s Mansion a few months ago.

He also learned that she had sent herself back to the sect before.

There are many people like her. If you want to suppress the people below, your strength is the most important factor. In addition to cultivating yourself, it is also essential to absorb available talents from outside.

But the relationship between these two people is almost unrelated. In the past few months after Mu Qiuli entered the mansion, both sides had never said a word.

But what she said just now reached Han Ye's heart.

"Don't think about it, how are you thinking?" Mu Qiuli seemed a little impatient with Han Ye who had been thinking for a long time.

Han Ye's eyes never left the other party for a moment since the conversation started. There are two reasons: one is because the other party is indeed very beautiful, and the other is because he really doesn't understand why the other party knows his secret.

Tickling his head, Han Ye spoke: "I don't know where you heard of these, but the ancient picture you want was indeed given to me by my adoptive father when he was separated, but the words on it were all fox texts. Even if you give it to you, you can't understand it. If you really want to read it, it's okay to lend it to you."

"But there is a saying that first. Although you helped me half a month ago, it would be another matter if you asked me to help you. You have to add more chips."

Seeing Han Ye being so good at bargaining, Mu Qiuli frowned slightly. This kid is really worthy of being a market-based person and never wants people to take advantage of it.

"Maybe you fainted and didn't know. If I hadn't been to me that night, I'm afraid you would have been gone."

"Then I don't care. The transactions are always one-to-one. Besides, I was knocked out. Who knows what's going on? If it weren't for you saving me, I wouldn't bother talking nonsense to you." After rubbing my nose, Han Ye's tone was frivolous and he looked like a slut.

"you!"

Mu Qiuli was so angry that his eyes widened. He glared at the guy fiercely, then suppressed his anger and sneered: "Ha, since you are so good at taking advantage, then why didn't you seek justice for yourself by Qiu Yuhan's fraud? He swallowed his anger and became disabled for three years?"

As soon as these words came out, Han Ye's face changed drastically, and he changed his previous sloppy behavior. He had never told the second person that he had poisoned himself and was impolite, and even Uncle Tian was no exception.

It turned out that in the competition that year, Han Ye was not inferior to others, but he was not sure what was wrong with him. When he arrived on the court, he felt sore and weak, and he was unable to do so. He had all his ability but could not move, so he was picked up by Qiu Yuhan.

He realized afterwards that he had fallen into the other party's trick. He wanted to expose it in anger, but he was unfortunately a deep background and was completely different from him. In addition, the other party's behavior was cautious and he did not leave any omissions. Even if he said it, no one would believe it, but he was afraid that it would only bring more ridicule.

In fact, what tormented Han Ye the most indescribable pain in the past three years.

"So what? Even if I said it, who would believe me? Everyone would only regard me as a despicable person who can't afford to lose!"

Speaking of this, Han Ye was a little excited and his voice became louder.

"It seems that you are not completely heartless." Mu Qiuli smiled and asked again: "If I can help you repair your tendons and veins, can you agree to my other requests?"

"If you can really do it, I will naturally help you, but I think you are playing tricks on me." Han Ye said sarcastically, not at all polite.

Because this is really ridiculous, if you want to repair the tendons and veins, you need to use excellent elixirs and external skills to assist in the treatment. Not everyone can have both, and even if it is cured, the effect will not be ideal.

In addition to using external forces to treat, another method is to repair the self-power. Although it is laborious, the effect is better than the first type. However, this is limited to high-level warriors. Low-level warriors like themselves have nearly 90% of the damage to their tendons and veins, which can be said to be basically useless.

This is also a fault for Qiu Yuhan's actions. The palm hit that day used twelve points, which was obviously for his own life. His palm fell behind his heart, causing 80% to be destroyed by veins in his body. If someone else had been killed, he would have died long ago. Fortunately, he had a good foundation and lived to survive until now. This is already a miracle.

"Okay, you can prepare the ancient picture tomorrow and wait for me. It's getting late, so have a good rest." Mu Qiuli stopped talking, swayed his sleeves lightly, got up and left.

Han Ye quit. This girl really regarded herself as a fool. Just as she was about to call her, the other party stopped at the door.

"You must have heard of blood therapy?" After a little silence, Han Ye did not reply. She continued: "You can get your luck through. I hope you don't forget to make a promise, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

After saying that, she went out without looking back.

Han Ye was left in the house.

Han Ye didn't care, but was surprised when he heard these slightly threatening and inexplicable words.

Has recovered? It's hard to heal my broken body.

But she heard it right. She mentioned blood therapy, which blood therapy!?

When talking about blood therapy, Han Ye remembered that his adoptive father told him when he was a child that there was an extremely magical therapy in this world. It originated hundreds of years ago. The performer himself played a healing role by injecting his own blood into the patient's body. Their effects are far superior to traditional medical techniques.

However, only women can practice this kind of medical skills, and there are only a few who can use them well. Therefore, the existence of the world in the world is as rare as that. It is precisely because of this that it can rank on the list of panics, and together with other strange and strange phenomena and strange objects, it is called the twelve panics between heaven and earth.

Han Ye held his chin and was puzzled. After all, he had only been awake for a few quarters of an hour. It was really strange to be able to be in bed for half a month.

Just her? A girl of eighteen or nineteen years old will make that mysterious blood therapy?

"Tsk, is it true or false, you will know it once you try." Han Ye sat cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, and began to try to activate the spiritual energy in his body.

Under luck, the spiritual energy in the body began to move lazyly, and then turned into a hurry to run. The energy went through the seven tendons and eight veins, sometimes turning and sometimes shuttled, just like the flowing water in the river.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and clenched his palm at the teacup on the table in the distance.

A gust of palm wind came slightly, but the still teacup could not withstand the force, flipped and flew out, stayed in the air for a moment, and finally fell to the ground.

The palm comes out and the cup falls!

Although the strength is much worse, the fragments on the ground are enough to illustrate the problem.

With an incredible look, Han Ye opened his eyes and looked at his hands...

It's been three years, and I almost forgot about this feeling!

Forced to stop the excitement in his heart, Han Ye dissipated and secretly scolded himself for being unsuccessful, but his eyes were still a little wet.

Turning over to the bed, he took out a dice-shaped black wooden box, pressed it a few times, and the sound of the mechanism turning came out of the box, and it opened.

A yellowed ancient picture was taken out from it. The picture was printed with strange words in the shape of a hook and fork, which did not seem to be human words.

After looking at the ancient picture in his hand, Han Ye put it back into the box and took out another identical old yellow picture from it. It seemed the same, but in fact the text on the picture line above was completely different.

After thinking for a while, he only left half of the picture and put away the wooden box again.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!