Mrs. President, she can pinch and count.

The man in front of him solemnly said that he picked up the books of Xuansheng Academy, and even the slightest expression on his face was trying to prove himself.

Although there is no basis for her words, Yang Cong is the only one who owns the book of Xuansheng Academy, so she has to believe it.

Xu Ran looked at the book in his hand, frowning involuntarily.

This kind of book is beyond the reach of ordinary people, and some of the mysterious techniques in the book are even something she dare not practice.

What's the use of keeping such harmful things?It will only do harm but no benefit.

Xu Ran stared at the book in his hand and fell into deep thought.

Lu Yuxuan on the side seemed to have seen through her thoughts, and said, "If the disadvantages of something outweigh the advantages, maybe there is no need for it to exist."

One sentence immediately awakened Xu Ran's entanglement.

This kind of thing can no longer come out to harm people.

She looked around, but couldn't find a match or a lighter that could light them.

Xu Ran piled up some messy and unused items in the house by the wall, leaving an open space in the middle.

She turned around to look at Lu Yuxuan, and asked tentatively, "Do you have a lighter?"

As soon as the words were finished, Lu Yuxuan took out a Zippo lighter from his pocket without saying a word, and handed it to Xu Ran.

She took the lighter in one hand, and put the other books on the only open space.

All the books are stacked together in a hollow shape, and it is very easy to start a fire.

The white finger lightly pressed the button of the lighter, and a ray of flame lit up in the dark room.

The distance between the flame and the book was getting closer and closer, and the moment it got close, the whole book suddenly burst into flames, and with the scraps of paper beside it, the fire was so intense that it almost burned Xu Ran's fingers.

Seeing this, Lu Yuxuan pulled her arm, and with that force, Xu Ran was pulled into his arms.

A faint blush suddenly appeared on her delicate cheeks, and even the movement of lighting the fire just now remained in mid-air.

"Be careful."

A hoarse voice sounded from behind Xu Ran.

Only then did she realize that she was still in Lu Yuxuan's arms, she immediately took a step forward, and said in a stuttering voice, "Just now...thank you."

Then Xu Ran picked up some tools on the small wooden table next to him.

Many items here are inexplicably familiar, and have similarities with those recorded in Xuanmen books.

It's a pity that the books and tools in front of me are all quack tricks, and they can only fool those blind and superstitious people.

Who knows who leaked the news, not long after the quack warlock's things were burned, this matter has already reached the ears of those people.

Some people even became enraged and threatened to settle accounts with Xu Ran.

After the books were burned, Xu Ran walked up to Yang Cong with a troubled expression on his face.

She thought to herself: This person knows too much, but he is not guilty of death...

Suddenly, according to some mystical records, she cast a series of spells on Yang Cong's head, at least able to seal the memory of the spells.

Looking at the pile of ashes on the ground, Xu Ran seemed to be relieved, and the tense expression on his face disappeared without a trace.

She sighed deeply, and said lightly: "It's finally over."

Yang Cong, whose memory was sealed, was a little sluggish compared to before, and couldn't think of any memories about just now in his mind.

He looked at Lu Yuxuan and Xu Ran in the room, with a look of panic on his face, and shouted loudly: "Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

The two of them just relaxed for a while, and they were almost lost their souls by the shout again.

Lu Yuxuan turned his head to look at Yang Cong, who was sitting slumped on the ground, with a ferocious expression on his unusually handsome face, "Shut up, or I'll throw you into the deep mountains and old forests."

At this moment, Yang Cong stared at Lu Yuxuan blankly, but he didn't dare to say a word.

The man in front of him was about 1.8 meters tall, and the icy aura exuding from his body was enough to intimidate him.

But in Yang Cong's eyes, Lu Yuxuan seemed very unreasonable. Yang Cong, who had lost his memory, only felt that the person in front of him was crazy, and broke into his home inexplicably.

Obviously he didn't dare to say these words, otherwise his life might really be lost.

Yang Cong sat on the ground and didn't dare to move. He asked tremblingly, "This is my house. When are you... leaving?"

As soon as these words came out, Xu Ran, who was a little slow in reacting, realized that it was getting late.

She glanced at Yang Cong next to her, and said unhurriedly: "You don't have to worry about it, we will leave naturally, and we won't stay here."

Yang Cong nodded dully after hearing this.

Xu Ran took a step up and looked around the room. After confirming that there was no magic technique related to Xuanmen, he called Lu Yuxuan and left here.

Just after leaving that room, Xu Ran was somewhat worried about Yang Cong whose memory had just been sealed.

The technique of Xuanmen is not magic, and he may have some mobility problems in the past two days, so let's explain.

She searched for some social workers on the official website of the community, and after repeated selection, Xu Ran contacted a social worker to help Yang Cong's life.

Then I was able to leave in peace.

It was getting late when we walked out of the community, and the fiery red clouds in the sky added a touch of color to today's itinerary.

The car was driving smoothly on the road, and there were very few red lights along the way, some small details always kept Xu Ran happy all day.

The Lu family, Lu Yuxuan and Xu Ran had just stepped into the hall when they heard a rush of cell phone ringing nearby.

He subconsciously touched his pocket, and when he got the phone, he realized that it wasn't his phone, so it could only be Lu Yuxuan's.

His bony fingers hit the answer button.

As soon as the phone was connected, a man's voice came from inside: "Hi, are you the family member of the patient Lu Yihan?"

"Yes." Lu Yuxuan vaguely guessed something when he heard the first sentence at the beginning.

Sure enough, "I read the patient's medical records, and our hospital has a high probability of successfully curing this case. I hope the patient can cooperate with the treatment as soon as possible."

As soon as the voice fell, the other party hung up the phone.

Before Xu Ran could speak, Lu Yuxuan said, "The call from the foreign hospital, he hopes that Lu Yihan can go there for treatment as soon as possible."

As soon as these words came out, Xu Ran, who had been calm for a second, was so excited that he couldn't speak.

After a while, she said slowly: "Great, let's tell them quickly."

Without further ado, Xu Ran sent a text message to Lu Yihan and the others.

Before I had dinner, I heard the sound of footsteps running towards this side.

Lu Yuxuan looked up, only to see Lu Ziming standing in front of them with bare feet.

He blinked, his face full of emotions, "Auntie, is the person you mentioned just now my father? Is he leaving?"

When these words came out of a child's mouth, Xu Ran's nose was sour.

She picked up Lu Ziming, and said patiently: "Your father is going abroad to see a doctor, wait for him to come back healthy, okay? It's cold on the ground, let's go put on shoes."

Lu Yihan was going abroad soon, Xu Ran and Lu Yuxuan decided to take Lu Ziming to the hospital later, and have dinner together by the way.