To be honest, Lao Liangdou Fengyang liked this young man Ye Feng very much. It would be great to be his son-in-law. He has a good heart, is young and promising, and the most important thing is that he can play Go with him, which I couldn't be more satisfied with. However, he shouldn't make the decision for Yaya, nor can he make the decision for her. I am already old. And that is a lifelong matter for the children, and they have to decide for themselves.
Nangong Yuwen came to Ye Feng and said, "Master Ye, what is so interesting?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Nangong, I was thinking about something just now and got a little distracted. I'm sorry."
"Oh." Nangong Yu said.
. . .
The narrator said: Doesn't that mean that when Ye Feng is distracted, he can attack Ye Feng?
Ye Yu said: "I advise you not to think so. Ye Feng is a person who can operate on multiple fronts. There is never a possibility that he will get distracted while thinking about a problem and be successfully attacked by others." During the millennium, those people or demons who thought they had caught the Demon King's distraction and attacked Ye Feng were all dead. Maybe Ye Feng's distraction is just a bait for people with ulterior motives. If I have to use an analogy, Ye Feng's distraction is just the tail of a rattlesnake. If you want to get bitten by a rattlesnake.
The narrator said: I suddenly wanted to know, how many people did the Demon King Ye Feng kill during the thousand years?
Ye Feng was silent and looked very ugly.
The narrator said: What’s wrong, don’t you know?
Ye Yu said: Sometimes I wish I didn't know. Trust me, you will regret it if you hear the answer. Just like I've reminded you countless times before, don't question my logic. I would also like to remind you one last time, don’t ask again how many people Demon King Ye Feng has killed in the past thousand years.
. . .
Nangong Yu actually wanted to ask Ye Feng what those interesting things were, but he felt that he was not qualified to ask, so he lowered his head a little lonely and said nothing. Nangong Yun looked a little worried for his sister.
Ye Feng glanced at Nangong Yu and saw her lonely look, so he decided to take the initiative. After all, no matter how old he was, he was still a man. So Ye Feng said: "Miss Nangong, have you ever heard of the legend of 'Nu Wa'?"
Nangong Yu suddenly became energetic, raised his eyes and replied, "I've heard of it."
Ye Feng continued: "There are many historical creation stories about Nuwa, such as the most familiar ones: Nuwa created humans, Nuwa mended the sky, Nuwa was a matchmaker, Nuwa made music, etc.
"Unlike previous historical and legendary figures where too little relevant information could be collected for verification, Nuwa's case has too much information that can be collected for verification. Moreover, the accuracy of these information cannot be verified. , and it is impossible to verify its error. I just added the information I got from Uncle Feng to the part of my thinking palace related to Nuwa, and found that I still can't find a conclusion that is close to the truth, but it is also It triggered some interesting logical chain reactions, so I was a little fascinated and distracted for a while. And "
Suddenly Yaya asked: "Can you heal my father's injury?"
Yaya doesn't care what the so-called historical truths are, for her, her father's injury is the most important.
When Lao Fengtou saw his daughter interrupting other people's speeches, he scolded her, "Yaya, don't be rude."
Ye Feng said to Lao Liangtou: "Uncle, it doesn't matter."
Ye Feng looked at Ya Ya and said with a smile: "I have already started treatment, but there are some things that my uncle must decide for himself, and I cannot decide for him." As he spoke, Ye Feng raised his right hand and spread it out. A black, smelly liquid was condensed into a liquid black ball by invisible force above Ye Feng's palm, and it was obvious that the liquid black ball was squirming as if it were alive.
"My uncle mistakenly took the elixir and lost all his strength. He also lost 100 years of life in vain. Now his life is at stake," Ye Feng said and looked at Yaya.
Yaya bit her lip and said resentfully, "I was the one who harmed my father. You can laugh if you want, and scold if you want."
Ye Feng sighed slightly, "That's not what I meant, and I don't mean to blame you. If you, Miss Yaya, still blame yourself for this matter, I want to tell you that you are the only one in the world who can blame you for this matter. You are just a father, and no one else has the right to say anything. And in the later period, you did whatever it took to save your uncle, even sacrificing your own happiness in life. No one has the right to blame you. But in this matter The direction and handling of it are a bit stupid, and people can’t help but complain about you in this regard.”
Yaya glared at Ye Feng, "Get out of here, tell me what's important."
"..." Nangong Yun was speechless. Sister Yaya. You are too brave to speak like that to Minister Ye Fengye.
And Lao Fengtou also shook his head speechlessly, thinking: Hey, with this girl's temperament, she will never be able to get married in this life.
Ye Feng didn't care, but put away his smile and asked seriously: "I actually want to ask you, is the seller of your elixir from southern Xinjiang?"
Yaya asked curiously: "How do you know?"
"How do I know?" Ye Feng sneered. Suddenly, his flat palms curved into claws, and the liquid black ball suddenly let out a terrifying and loud scream like a ghost baby. Everyone else couldn't help but cover it up. The ears were missing, and it was clearly daytime, but it gave people a chilling feeling. At the same time, the liquid black ball slowly transformed into a black baby, but the whole body was wet and black, and the blood-red eyes had no pupils, which looked extremely scary. . But the next moment, it felt like his throat was being strangled, and he couldn't make any sound.
Ye Feng dug his ears out of boredom, looked at Hei Ying with disdain and said: "Howling like a wolf next to other people's ears, does that mean you have any moral qualities?"
Nangong Yun and the others finally let go of their ears, and it took a while to recover from the dizziness just now.
"Master Ye, what is going on?" Nangong Yu asked.
Ye Feng smiled and said to Nangong Yu: "Miss Nangong, this thing is a voodoo insect. Southern Xinjiang is good at the art of witchcraft, ghosts and ghosts. This is one of the voodoo techniques. Because this kind of secret technique in Southern Xinjiang is rarely spread outside, so the outside world has no idea about it. Little is known about the art of voodoo. Although my uncle has recovered his realm, the reason why his lifespan is greatly reduced and his strength is completely lost is because he was swallowed by this black baby. In other words, his uncle was bewitched.
"The simple explanation of the whole thing is that once a Gu Master in Southern Xinjiang deceived Miss Yaya and made her uncle take the elixir that could restore his cultivation. The elixir was real, but the Gu Master used it to The voodoo worm hid in the elixir, poisoned his uncle, and devoured his lifespan and strength. As soon as the uncle died, the voodoo worm would return to the Gu Master and feed back the devoured strength and lifespan to the Gu Master. Later, it will be used as a tool by the Gu Master to continue harming others."
