In a magnificent palace,
Wang Lingling sat on a wooden chair, picked up a grape with her beautiful hand and put it into her mouth.
"Get up. You've done a good job in this matter. I have no chance to do it. When it is completed, I will personally take credit from you in front of my father."
After hearing this, the old woman lying on the ground suddenly started to tremble with excitement.
At the same time, his entire figure was also changing rapidly.
Although he was still wearing the tattered robe, his whole person had restored the image of a middle-aged man.
After hearing Wang Lingling's words, he immediately stood up from the ground.
At the same time, his slightly proud voice sounded in Wang Lingling's ears.
"Don't worry, Lord Ling. I can't guarantee anything else, but I can assure you of one thing, Lord Ling. That is that Yang Dong will never escape from the illusion I created."
"In this illusion, everyone is flesh and blood. They have their own lives and their own joys, sorrows and joys."
"I think the answer Lingjun wants can be found in this illusion."
When Wang Lingling heard this, she picked another grape without expression and put it into the cherry mouth.
"That's very good, let's get down."
When Jing Wuyuan heard this, he immediately bowed and left.
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"Yang Dong, he is an interesting guy, but this time, how will you choose?"
"Is it to kill the bandits... or to kill the unarmed people in Wangjia Village?"
"I'm very curious, what will you choose?"
Wang Lingling said, her slender fingers a little empty. The next moment, Yang Dong's current situation appeared in front of her.
At this moment, Yang Dong was already following the thin figure to a mountain peak hidden among the mountains.
Looking at the simple wooden fences around the mountain peak, Yang Dong vaguely had his own guess.
"It seems that this is the hiding place of those bandits and bandits, but...why did these bandits steal that rhinoceros skin again?"
"Even though rhinoceros skin is valuable, why don't they just grab it?"
"With the number of people in Wangjia Village, I guess they are no match for them, right?"
Yang Dong thought so, and immediately planned to take advantage of the night to explore the bandit's stronghold.
However, after just one stick of incense, a look of astonishment appeared on his cheeks.
How could this happen? Why did this happen?
He was a little absent-minded and couldn't help mumbling to himself.
Just now, he relied on his own cultivation to unscrupulously explore this bandit stronghold.
However, this bandit stronghold was completely different from the bandit stronghold in his impression.
Rather than saying that this is a bandit stronghold, it would be more appropriate to say that a family of ordinary people lives here.
There are only five people in this stronghold.
There are two adults and three children, the youngest of whom is bedridden for some unknown reason.
The big ax placed in the woodshed was probably the weapon used by the burly middle-aged man.
The so-called three-plate ax is most likely derived from this.
It's just... what Yang Dong can't figure out is...
In the woodshed, he also found a set of clothes belonging to the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and also found many military medals issued by the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Why would such a veteran who had returned from countless battles choose to become a bandit?
Moreover, it is said that they fell into trouble, but in fact it is more like a family that moved to live in the mountain peak.
There are too many doubts, and Yang Dong has no clue.
So Yang Dong had a bold idea in his mind.
I saw him jump and fall from the roof. Then he walked outside the bedroom door and knocked on the door gently.
"Hello, is there anyone living here?"
"I'm lost in the mountains. I wonder if I can stay overnight?"
However, Yang Dong's words were replaced by a long silence in the room.
If it weren't for the fact that Yang Dong had used the power of Qi and blood in his body to explore before, this family of five would all be in the bedroom at this moment.
He even doubted whether there was no one living here.
Finally, after a long period of waiting, a rough and slightly tired voice came from the house.
"In that case, please come in and have a rest."
While he was talking, the bedroom door creaked open and was pushed open by a big hand.
At the same time, a muscular middle-aged man appeared in front of Yang Dong.
I saw an arrow wound of more than an inch between his eyebrows, and his whole temperament was kind and kind, with a hint of solemnity.
"Are you the only one?"
The middle-aged man stared at Yang Dong's back warily, waited for a moment, and found that there was no other movement, then invited Yang Dong into the bedroom.
"Sorry, the world is in chaos right now, so we have to be more careful."
"I'm just afraid that I'll run into those ruffians and loot your house."
Hearing this, Yang Dong felt a little funny in his heart.
As a dignified person, aren't you a bandit? What you do is rob other people's business, and now you are actually afraid that others will rob your home?
However, on the surface, Yang Dong nodded with deep understanding.
"What I said is true. The world is not peaceful now. If it weren't for livelihood, who would come to such a war-torn place!"
As he spoke, he took out a Ganoderma lucidum from his pocket.
Speaking of which, he saw this Ganoderma lucidum accidentally. Seeing that it was in good condition, he pulled it out and kept it for his collection.
Speaking of which, perhaps because of martial arts practice and the ability to use the power of Qi and blood, many Chinese herbal medicines that were extremely valuable in the previous life were completely unknown to anyone in Dazhou.
It's a pity that he can't memorize the "Huangdi Neijing", "Compendium of Materia Medica", etc. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a pleasure to open a medical clinic?
After silently gathering his thoughts, he decided to explore the trump card of the middle-aged man in front of him first.
On the other side, after seeing Ganoderma lucidum, most of the vigilance in the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly faded away.
He sighed and said slowly:
"These days are not easy. Sigh...look at my youngest son, who is bedridden now and cannot be cured by any medicine or stone!"
The youngest son is bedridden?
Yang Dong's eyes lit up, and he vaguely felt that he had grasped a thread.
As long as you continue to follow the clues, you might be able to find the hidden truth. So he spoke to the middle-aged man almost without thinking:
"If I believe you, can you please let me take a look at it for you?"
"Although I am not a famous doctor, I have been with the doctor for a long time."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up slightly, but at this moment, a cold voice came from the other side of the table.
"Huh, there's no need at all. It's just a waste of feelings."
"Only Mr. Buyi, my third brother, can save me."
