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Light of life!
Song Yan quickly activated this supernatural power, and his body flew tens of meters like a kite with a broken string.
Ding Ding Deng!
Taking several steps back again and again, Song Yan stabilized his figure, looked at the man and said with a smile: "There is still a punch!"
"Come again!"
The man took two steps again and again, and his figure turned into a streak of light.
"call out!"
It was no longer an ordinary punch, but the third punch was earth-shattering, rolling and exploding, and the gravity field could no longer affect him in the slightest.
"Oh!"
Song Yan's body suddenly became angry and a light green mask blocked the man's fist, and Song Yan also flew out in response.
It fell to the ground, but Song Yan was safe and sound.
That layer of light green mask is the defensive mask issued by the herring jade pendant, which is enough to resist any attack below the foundation.
However, the consumption of true essence is also huge.
A full tenth of Song Yan's real energy was consumed.
"Three punches have passed! You lost!" Song Yan looked at the man with a smile.
"Farewell!" The man looked at Song Yan in surprise, and wanted to leave.
"and many more!"
Song Yan shouted at his back.
The man looked back at him without saying a word.
"I don't think you are a vicious person. Why do you want to be someone's killer?" Song Yan looked at the other person and asked. He felt that this was a man with a story.
"I owe the other party a favor!"
"Can you talk about it?" Song Yan said.
The man hesitated for a while, and said: "My wife has a strange disease and has been unconscious all the time. The other party has been helping me find a world-renowned doctor for treatment. Although it has not been cured, I owe him a favor!"
Suddenly, Song Yan's heart moved, and he said, "If you say that I can cure your wife, but I want you to be loyal to me, will you be willing?"
"Is this true?" A gleam of light flashed in the man's eyes.
"There is no disease in the world that I can't cure!" Song Yan said lightly, but his whole body exuded a strong self-confidence.
"If you can really cure my wife, why not be loyal to you!" the man said seriously.
Song Yan was overjoyed, this man is a man with eight levels of innate talent, "Okay, if you believe me, bring your wife to Xiangcheng to find me!"
"Farewell!"
The man clasped his fists at Song Yan, his body flickered, and after a few flashes, he disappeared from his sight.
[Author's digression]: Thanks to [Ring-Ye Xingchen] [Yang Shaojin] for their great rewards, and the third one is here
Chapter 195 Poisoning
Li's house in Yandu is still the quaint study.
The butler came in a hurry, with a bit of annoyance on his face.
"What's the matter, butler?" Li Mu asked in a deep voice.
"Master, the man sent news that the assassination failed." The housekeeper said angrily.
Hearing this, Li Mu frowned: "How did it fail?"
The housekeeper said: "He refused to say the specific reason, but he just told me that the assassination failed, and the Patriarch and his subordinates felt that the man didn't take your order to heart at all, and he must have been perfunctory!"
Li Mu's brows furrowed even deeper. Xiangshan's cultivation had already reached the peak of the eighth level of innateness, and his combat power was not weaker than that of the ordinary ninth level of innateness. Logically speaking, there was no possibility of failure, or where the Zhao family recruited a ninth level of innateness in the dark To protect the little thief?But how could it be so easy to recruit the Nine Heavenly Layers?
"Patriarch, what should we do next? Should we continue to send people to assassinate him?" the steward asked.
Li Mu waved his hand: "Since Xiangshan has failed, sending people there is useless!"
"Are you going to let him go like this?" the butler said unwillingly.
Li Mu thought for a while, handed a jade bottle to the butler, and said, "Of course not, you go to Xingnan City yourself, and find a way to poison that little thief. Even warriors who are poisoned by this poison will definitely die, but you must keep this trip a secret, so that no one from the Zhao family can find out!"
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On the third day, Song Yan returned to Xingnan City from the virgin forest.
It took three days to go back and forth. Although the treasure was not found, the harvest of this trip was still not small.
After bidding farewell to Jingyan and others, Song Yan took a car to Fu's house.
It has been four days since he left Xiangcheng, he planned to go to Fu's house to say goodbye, and then go back to Xiangcheng, after all, the college entrance examination is still a few days away.
"Ayan, how did you gain from this trip?" Fu Qingfeng greeted him warmly.
Song Yan smiled wryly and shook his head: "It's a waste of time! By the way, I came to say goodbye to you, and I plan to go back to Xiangcheng!"
"Why don't you stay for two more days." Fu Qingfeng asked to stay.
Song Yan said: "No, I'm still a student after all, and the college entrance examination is approaching, so I can't justify not going to school anymore!"
"Little brother, you can leave if you want, but you have to eat before leaving. I have ordered someone to prepare the banquet!" Fu Dianyuan strode in and said with a smile.
The hospitality is hard to come by, so Song Yan had no choice but to agree: "In this case, then respect is worse than obedience!"
On the wine table, Fu Dianyuan raised his glass to Song Yan and said, "Little brother, I respect you for this glass, thank you for saving your life!"
"Uncle Fu is serious!" Song Yan raised his glass quickly.
"I'll do it first!" Fu Dianyuan said with a smile.
Faintly, Song Yan felt that Fu Dianyuan was a little too enthusiastic, but, does he still want to bring up the matter of recruiting me again?
"Come on, little brother, I'll pour wine for you!" Fu Dianyuan picked up a silver jug, refilled it for Song Yan, poured another glass for himself, and then continued: "After going through this incident, I am also bearish. I'm going to hand over the Fu family to Ah Feng to take care of it."
"Then congratulations Ah Feng!" Song Yan said to Fu Qingfeng with a smile.
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