Chapter 158 How can a beauty be received

Yang Xingchen was born as a magic warrior and was well-informed. He fought for Su Minghai and Maza for his life. Knowing that he was on his own side, he was not very worried. What is surprising is how Su Minghai, a new magician, has killed such a 300-year-old god.

Su Minghai did not want to show off at this time and whispered, "Not only did he kill, but also collected a lot of materials. There are many people here. Let's talk about it later on the road..."

Xiushui Town also had a glorious time. It was originally a county town of Xiushui County, but later Emperor Juhua became a pig and dog raised by others. The Duke of Yong parallel province of the Zhao family became independent. In order to strengthen the strength of Yongping County, Xiushui County was abolished, half of which was transferred to Songqian County and half to Yongping County, which was reduced to a town. In front of this place, facing Yuxi and backed by Wanxiu Mountain, it is the northern barrier of Yongping County, which is extremely prosperous, so Ma City is also available. At this time, the matter was urgent and did not bargain. In a moment, they threw out ten gold in exchange for two saddle-equipped war horses and galloped towards Songqian County.

After running for 30 miles and looking at no one left and behind, Su Minghai took out a cup, scooped a glass of blood and handed it to Yang Xingchen:

"Senior, I accidentally took a sip of Ma Zha's blood, and the vitality in my body has increased a lot. You can also try it?"

Yang Xingchen only knew that the blood of Warcraft can increase his physical strength. He had never seen the blood of this so-called god, and he was not afraid of the fishy smell. He took a big sip, smelled it carefully, and suddenly said, "Well, it has really grown a lot!" Suddenly, he drank the rest like Su Minghai, and then condensed for a long time, but it didn't work. He was also sparse, and said to Su Minghai:

"Haha, that's my greed!"

Su Minghai also laughed and said, "I drank it again at that time. It is estimated that after my physique improved, it will have no effect. Ha ha, anyway, it's okay if there is a benefit.

Yang Xingchen sighed and said, "Oh, this thing is full of stamina, and I can only barely accept it. Xiu Jie's strength is still poor now, but she doesn't have this blessing..." He turned around and smiled and said, "But it's good to keep this thing and build a blade."

As a warrior, he naturally knows that this Warcraft blood can only be drunk while it is fresh. When it condenses, it will produce a kind of toxicity and can no longer be imported.

Su Minghai also knows something about these. At this moment, he is very affectionate and laughed and said, "Why do you have to worry? Since you know the benefits of this thing, when Miss Yang's strength goes up in the future, are you afraid that you can't get it?"

Yang Xingchen looked at the future son-in-law in his mind and was suddenly relieved, but he didn't think about whether he was willing or not...

When Su Minghai stepped into Yang Xiujie's boudoir, he saw the girl who was so thin that she would almost fall down as soon as the wind blew. She had already sat on a circle chair. Although her hair was meticulously combed, it faintly turned out a little yellow. At the original, some babies' fat cheeks were thin like knives, showing a delicate sharpening. The chin and face are still a little flushed, but when you look at it carefully, it is a newly dyed rouge that is as beautiful as a withered spring flower. Chen Weixue was still dressed in yellow and quietly accompanied her.

Hearing Su Minghai enter the room, Yang Xiujie's long eyelashes trembled, suddenly raised her head, showed her big eyes as clear as water, and muttered:

"Jurang, you are really here..."

Su Minghai has had a lot of love for this girl, but now he can't help but feel very sorry for her poor appearance. Hurry up and take a step forward:

"Miss Yang, it's me, it's me..."

"Six Lang... My father... My father really didn't lie to me. You really came..." With that, this pair of autumn water-like eyes were foggy. After saying this, Yang Xiujie's mouth shrugged and two tears fell from her eyes.

Just now, Su and Yang entered Hukou Town. Yang Xingchen was afraid that his daughter would be surprised and excited. Therefore, he specially asked Su Minghai to wash the blood on his body and informed Yang Xiujie first so that she could be prepared. His father has really lost all his old face for this daughter.

Although Su Minghai was murderous all the way, he was at a loss when he saw such a situation. She sighed, stepped forward, gently held Yang Xiujie's cold hands, and quietly stared at her big eyes, which were now so thin that they were a little scary. Yang Xiujie was like a child. She walked alone in the wilderness for a night. Finally, she found her father and grabbed Su Minghai's hands so hard that her knuckles were a little white. A pair of tearful big eyes did not blink and stared at Su Minghai's face. For fear of negligence, he taught the longing teenager in front of him to run away.

Su Minghai sighed, stalked, and said softly with a smile, "You don't eat so much. Teach me how to do things at ease when you go out."

He didn't know that what Yang Xiujie was most afraid of was that he was as angry with his daughter as his kind father, but he couldn't help but show his love under his skin. At that time, Shi Zhuguan also smiled like this, teaching her to be uncertain and worried that she couldn't even eat for a month. At this time, I had to see such a smile again, and I actually cried in Su Minghai's arms.

Su Minghai also knew that she was venting her emotions, but just gently hugged Yang Xiujie's shoulder and comforted her. Sure enough, she cried for a long time. Suddenly, she raised her head, twisted her small waist, smiled and whispered, "I'm really a little hungry now."

Su Minghai hurriedly said, "Okay! OK! You sit down first, and I'll get you some porridge - now you haven't eaten for a long time, so you can only eat this..."

On the side, Chen Weixue smiled: "Sixteen Lang, stay here to take care of Yang's sister. I'll get the porridge."

"Thank you, Miss Chen."

When Su Minghai looked up, he saw Chen Weixue in this dark room, dressed in yellow like a veil like fog, and even his whole body seemed to be erratic. His black hair is like a cloud, but his face is also extremely pale, there is no blood color, and his expression is also a little haggard. He and Su Minghai's eyes flashed, revealing a sad beauty. Looking at the woman's face like falling flowers, Su Minghai's heart was actually like a needle knife, and the room was suddenly filled with a desolate meaning.

Yang Xiujie in her arms was completely unaware that she was in a good mood now. Hearing Chen Weixue's voice, she remembered that there was such a cousin beside her, and even a delicate blush appeared on her face. Her hands were tight and she actually pinched Su Minghai's shoulder. The weak mosquito fly in his mouth said almost inaudiblely, "Thank you so much, sister..."