Cold Soldier King Pretty President

"Thank you, Mr. Ye!" Mr. Feng's serious boxing.

Ye Mo then looked around, Feng said knowingly: "you go out first."

Xiaodao doesn't care about it, but Feng Yuyan mutters and walks away. Ye Mo smiles helplessly about it. Even her grandfather respects her very much. How can she look like a charlatan?

Ye Mo didn't know that he really surprised Feng Yuyan with his skill of flying leaves and breaking wood, but the small cup immediately made his image of a master collapse.

At present, these are not the key points. The key point is that although Ye Mo can see the crux of Feng's problem, it's the first time for him to do it.

The tendons and veins of the human body are the most vulnerable. It's no joke to mix in any external force, especially for martial arts people like Mr. Feng. Once the tendons and veins are damaged and silted up, they can't be lucky. Decades of hard work is equivalent to a waste, which is no different from death to them.

"Don't resist later. In case of any discomfort in the process, try not to move. I'm not sure if something goes wrong." Ye Mo opens a way.

Feng then solemnly said: "although Mr. Ye let go, even if it is the pain of bone scraping and poison treatment, I can bear it!"

How many years of treatment of hidden diseases will have risks, which is what Feng expected. But ye Mo Gan took the risk to treat him, and Feng was also moved. After all, the delivery of internal strength requires the cooperation of both sides. Once one side makes a mistake, the other side will also be seriously injured.

Of course, Mr. Feng thinks too much about this. Ye Mo is like an intern who has no clinical experience. He gives people an operation as soon as he starts, and even says rudely without taking anesthetic: "don't resist when it hurts later, or you will suffer if you cut the wrong place carelessly."

Fortunately, Feng's will is not generally strong. Even though his forehead is covered with cold sweat, his body can't help shaking slightly, but he still gritted his teeth and said nothing, and his body doesn't shake at all.

Mr. Feng only felt a kind of domineering energy. Like a knife, he ran about in his own meridians. Even though the knife was moving slowly, steadily and carefully, the pain of being stabbed by the sharp point of the knife made his muscles tense.

At last, when the momentum reached the heart and lung, Mr. Feng felt comfortable and almost groaned. This feeling was like that the shredded meat stuck in the deep of his teeth for more than a week was pulled out instantly, and it was like that the sewer blocked by oil was finally unblocked.

The internal breathing in his body is unimpeded. With the promotion of Ye Mo's strong internal strength, Feng's body is warm up and down, and bits of impurities are forced out of his body. It's as if his flesh and bones are so small that every cell has been tempered and reborn.

When ye Mo stops, Feng laomingxian feels a surge of fresh air in his chest. He can't help but want to roar up to the sky. Then he realizes that he has a layer of black sticky substance on his body. Rao Shi and Dingli can't help but stay.

"Wash the classics and cut the marrow?" Old Feng is agitated in his heart. The only way to achieve martial arts is to enter the master's realm. He can take on a new look from the inside to the outside, adding at least 20 years to his life. Then contact the burning feeling of Ye Mo's luck. He doesn't know that ye Mo is trying to help him!

"Thank you for your help!" At the moment, Mr. Feng also holds a disciple's salute to Ye Mo, and respectfully bows to the end. Even ye Mo is a little confused for a moment, thinking what I have done for you?

Ye Mo's noncommittal "um" voice, concise and comprehensive, in Feng's eyes has become a master's demeanor. After a simple rinse, Feng feels that he is at least 30 years younger.

The next dinner was very rich. Mr. Feng's three sons were not in Jiangbei. The villa in the sanatorium was temporarily opened when he came to visit his old friends. Besides Mr. Feng and Mr. Feng Yuyan, there were only knives on the table.

When Feng extended an olive branch to Ye Mo on behalf of the Chinese army, he was simply rejected by Ye mo. it's a pity in Feng's heart that ye Mo's attitude was firm, so he didn't mention it.

But when everyone was full of wine and food, even the biggest knife belched, ye Mo still chewed the boiled soybeans with salt water one by one, and Feng could only accompany him.

From martial arts to military, from geography to humanities, there was no way to talk about the plot of the novel we were chasing together. However, Feng Yuyan didn't get up to end the dinner, which made her embarrassed.

Seeing that the dish of salted boiled soybeans on the table has been added by the nanny, ye Mo seems to be too full to eat any more, and she is a little depressed. Finally, Feng Yuyan can't help but say: "master ye, actually, what can you say? You don't have to be so hesitant. If it's the reward for treating your grandfather's illness, you can say a card number, and I'll transfer the money to you now. Is two million enough, If it's not three million four million, you can drive it! "

Ye Mo is so excited that he can't see that Feng Yuyan is more on the road than her grandfather. After eating three plates of boiled soybeans, he finally waits for her words. Otherwise, it's too late and the dinner ends. He really doesn't know how to mention it.

Don't want Ye Mo just put his hand into his pocket, want to take out the bank card to have a look, on the side came Feng Laoman angry voice: "nonsense! What kind of person is Mr. Ye! How can we use this yellow and white vulgar thing to pollute it

Ye Mo's face suddenly froze. It's not that old Feng didn't plan to give money from the beginning. After three or two seconds of hesitation, ye Mo didn't touch out the wallet with the bank card.

I came all the way here, and the result was that I had a meal. How could it be that I lost it? I didn't say that there was a thousand year old blood ginseng. This meal was bypassed by my grandparents and grandchildren. The routine is really deep!

"Cough, as a child, it's good to have more education. It's not too early. I'll go back first." Ye Mo's opening this time was a simple and decisive one. Even Feng was surprised that ye Mo changed his attitude in an instant.

Sometimes it's clear that ye Mo's deep-rooted image in Feng's heart is a master of dust, but Feng YuYan's attitude becomes so sudden. He's just for money!

"What a master of bullshit is a charlatan in the eye of losing money!" Feng Yuyan murmured in a low voice, and then she got up and walked away.

It's certainly not pleasant to be broken by humanity in public. Of course, ye Mo won't admit it on the surface. When Feng Yuyan comes back, he has a brocade box on his hand, and ye Merton guesses something. He doesn't wait for Feng Yuyan to say: "how interesting this is!"

But ye Mo's mouth said so when the hand has been actively grasp up, Feng Yuyan angry like a hand, unexpectedly has not been able to move, you can be a little more hypocritical!

When the thing arrived, ye Mo felt more comfortable. Immediately, he didn't plan to stay for a long time, so he got up and said goodbye. Ignoring Feng's face, Feng Yuyan spat out the word "philistine" from his teeth.

Ye Mo finally left contentedly, for the simple reason that he not only carried the thousand year old blood ginseng he had promised, but also had a key to watch.

That's why Ye Mo said before he went out that the environment here was really good. With his meager income, he would not be able to buy such a villa in his life. Feng thought it over completely. Without saying a word, he let Xiao Dao take a key and put it into Ye Mo's hand. It was his personal care.

After ye Mo left, Feng YuYan's eyes to Feng also became a lot of resentment: "grandfather, that root of blood ginseng has been invaluable. Even if he cured your hidden disease, it's enough to make up for it. Why do you still have to give the Shanshui manor to him.

The third uncle bought it to honor you in his early years. Now that piece of land alone costs more than 300 million yuan. I asked you for it several times before, but you were not willing to give it to me. You lied to me that it was reserved for me to be a dowry. Now you give it to an outsider, but you don't care at all! "

Mr. Feng also said with a hearty smile: "you, you, after all, are still too young, and the pattern is too small. What does it mean to be such a young martial arts master? Maybe in five to ten years, he will be a contemporary myth. It's our great fortune to exchange a piece of house for Mr. Ye's favor and friendship!"