In the evening that day, a dirty little beggar came to No. 99, Chengdong Street. He looked at the two burly men guarding the gate and stuttered: "That..."

The big man glared at him and rushed him in a rough voice, "Get away!"

The little beggar shivered because of fright. But when he touched the heavy silver or two in his arms, he also developed a little courage.

He straightened his back and took a step forward, "I'm just here to deliver things for others. You think I'm willing to get close! Hum!"

After saying that, the little beggar threw away the porcelain bottle and turned his head away like an old man.

The big man was stunned and finally reacted.

Mom! That is the life-saving medicine for the young master. The adults have already explained! They hurriedly trotted down to pick it up. Unfortunately, the porcelain bottle was broken and the pill was covered with a layer of sand.

The two big men tightened their skin and felt that they were alive.

They are used to being arrogant on weekdays and look arrogant to everyone. But today they actually paid the price for it.

"What should I do..." He looked at his companion with a sad face.

The expression of his companion was not far from that of him, and he did not hide his bitterness. He said, "Play it and pat it, and send it in quickly. I hope I can get away with it..."

"That's all."

When Tang Jie entered the door with the pill, the adults were taking care of Ying Qiran by the bed, but his face was gloomy and obviously a little anxious.

Tang Jie hurriedly said, "Sir, the pill is being sent."

He turned around and took the pill from Tang Jie. He asked if there was any examination, so he stuffed it into Ying Qiran's mouth.

Tang Jie was stunned for a moment, and wanted to remind the adults.

When the old man seemed to see through Tang Jie, he seemed to be talking to himself, but in fact he was answering Tang Jie, "Everyone is dead, is there any need for that boy Yu to get a poison?"

Now, for Qiran, this medicine is divided into two possibilities: one is to save his life, and the other is the others.

Although the old man didn't believe in King Yu very much, he was now a slaughter. Qi Ran couldn't live, so he asked the entire King Yu Mansion to be buried with Qi Ran!

Tang Jie stood aside in a daze. He didn't dare to speak casually. Who would be sure whether the medicine was effective? It's better to just sit still and wait and see what happened.

If King Yu slanders the Lord and cannot save the young master, then he will volunteer to destroy the Prince Yu's Mansion.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Tang Jie didn't know how long he had stood. In short, he didn't dare to move for a moment, for fear of breaking the depressed silence.

Suddenly, Tang Jie seemed to feel that he heard a faint breath. He was shocked and hurriedly held his breath and listened quietly.

The next breath was waiting for a while, but it was a little more obvious than the one just now!

Tang Jie said in surprise: "Sir! The young master is breathing!"

He was sitting at the head of the bed, and his cultivation was higher than that of Tang Jie, so he naturally heard it. So he was also surprised for a moment, but he quickly calmed down.

He used his spiritual power to instantly use the Holy Healing Technique. On one hand, the pills were regaining Ying Qiran's vitality, and on the other hand, the Holy Healing Technique was treating Ying Qiran's physical injuries.

Indeed, Ying Qiran was seriously injured.

At first, the old man didn't know, but with the use of the Holy Healing Technique, Ying Qiran's body was like a broken container, and needed the Holy Healing Technique to repair it.

The longer the time, the more serious the injury is.

It was almost half an hour. The old man felt that Ying Qiran's body repair had reached saturation and his breathing was stable, so he withdrew his hand.

At this time, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, but he didn't feel tired. As long as he could save Qi Ran, he felt very relieved.

Seeing that the adults stopped, Tang Jie stared at Ying Qiran nervously and expectantly on the bed. He naturally hoped that the young master could save him.

Ying Qiran did not let them wait for a long time. About half a quarter of an hour, Ying Qiran opened her eyes slowly.

He reacted for a moment and saw the old man beside the bed.

The next second, Ying Qiran, a big man, suddenly cried out, and he shouted: "Maternal ancestor! Grandson knows that you will definitely find a way to save your grandson!"

/>The old man had tears in his eyes and patted Ying Qiran on the shoulder. He asked with concern: "Good child, how do you feel in your body? Are you feeling uncomfortable in any place?"

Ying Qiran held back her tears and then checked her body. He focused on looking inside, but his face gradually turned pale.

"What's wrong?" The old man saw something wrong from Ying Qiran's eyes.

Ying Qiran couldn't hold back her tears and burst out into her eyes, "My grandfather! My grandson's dantian is broken! I am already a useless person!"

The old man was silent. He wanted to comfort Qiran, but he didn't know how to speak. He always thought that the saint healing technique was omnipotent, and no matter how severe the injury was, he could be cured.

However, the Holy Healing Technique cannot repair the broken dantian...

For practitioners, the most important thing is the dantian. The broken dantian means that they will bid farewell to their cultivation career and become ordinary people from now on.

This may be even more uncomfortable for a cultivator than killing him?

Ying Qiran cried loudly, crying so hard that she couldn't help herself. "Grandson is unwilling to give up! My grandson's life has been ruined! I'm done in my life!"

He could reach the peak, but he actually lost everything in an instant. How could a useless man be competent for the position of pope?

How can a person who has been in a high place for a long time be willing to fall into the dust?

At this time, Ying Qiran had been overwhelmed by hatred. He hated Ye Lin and wished he could be cut into pieces and scattered into pieces.

But even so, he is already ruined!

The old man looked back at Tang Jie silently. Tang Jie was the truth, and immediately retreated and closed the door.

The old man comforted Ying Qiran and said, "Good boy, don't be sad. Even if the dantian is broken, you are not a useless person. The grandfather has a way to help you."

"Really...really?" Ying Qiran raised his head and asked with hope.

The old man nodded: "Of course it's true. The grandfather is the first priest in red in the Holy See, and his status is second only to the Pope. How can he deceive you?"

That's right, this old man has such a great origin. His name is Ku Mulong, and he is the second in command of the Holy See of Light. He is the first high priest in red under the Pope. He is good at using holy healing techniques and is deeply respected in the Holy See.

The Pope is not in the Holy See for many years, and he temporarily serves all the affairs of all major and small in the Holy See forth.

The light in Ying Qiran's eyes became brighter and he asked, "My grandfather, is there any way to repair my broken dantian?"

Ku Mulong carefully collected the information in his mind, and then said for a moment: "As far as I know, the demon heart has magical power, which can generate spiritual power and activate spiritual power. As long as you find the demon heart and fuse it, you can replace your broken dantian!"

"The grandfather will definitely find the heart of the demon for you! You have a good rest, don't think too much, leave the rest to the grandfather!" Ku Mulong said solemnly.
Chapter completed!