Originally, she could marry Jiang Ping ten years ago, and her father agreed to this matter.

If nothing unexpected happens, everything should be like the story in the storybook.

By the way, I have to find time to go back and see how dad is doing?

She has been away from home for so many years, so she doesn't know how much her father will miss her.

It's just that she has been trapped in the eldest grandson's house all these years and can't escape, otherwise she would have gone back to find her second dog when she broke through to the master.

In her memory, the martial arts master is already the most powerful figure.

In her memory, Uncle Mo, Qingyun's first sword, was only in this realm.

And her originally powerful father, who didn't even reach the level of a grand master, dared to call her stupid at the beginning, she wanted to know how to mock him after seeing him.

Although this level is only third-rate in Changsun's family, it may not even be able to beat Changsunli's sedan chair bearer.

While looking forward to the future life, Cheng Liner talked to Jiang Ping about the experiences of these years.

"It was so dark back then, and you didn't come back, and Dad didn't show up, and I didn't dare to go out, so I was hungry all the time.

When I’m hungry, I miss the seven-flavored soup you made for me, right, there’s Beggar’s Chicken, Osmanthus Cake, Crystal Knuckle, and more.”

Cheng Lin'er pinched her fingers and began to report the names of the dishes. She even slurred as she spoke, her saliva almost fell off, and then she smirked to herself.

"Hey, this time I must have a big meal until I vomit!"

Cheng Lin'er clenched her fists, puffed her cheeks, and swore viciously.

"There are less than five fingers in the world who can let me cook."

Jiang Ping stretched out a hand with exactly five fingers, one of which pointed at Cheng Lin'er and said:

"But you're lucky to be one of them."

"Of course!"

Cheng Liner raised her head proudly.

Then he said bitterly:

"Later, I waited for you in the back mountain for a long time, and you never came back, so I"

"I wrote a whole wall of food diaries, and I've read them all. Your handwriting is ugly."

Jiang Ping said with a smile.

"It's not ugly!"

Cheng Liner blushed, and then directly changed the subject:

"Later the little aunt came back and said she would take me away."

"Wait a minute, why did your little aunt take you away?"

Jiang Ping said indifferently:

"As you look like, besides your good looks, your big heart, and your simple mind, what else do you have that others value?"

Cheng Liner thought about it, and found that most of what Jiang Ping said was correct, that is, she didn't admit to that stupid head, she was obviously very smart, okay?

"Anyway, my little aunt has a small stone knife in her hand, that knife is transformed by Grandpa Dao Ling's knife intent, and it will glow when it sees me.

The little aunt said that I am a phoenix that is rare in a hundred years, and I have a peculiar physique. She also said that my blood has magical effects, which is very powerful.

All these years, Mr. Li has survived by eating the pills trained in my blood. "

Cheng Liner's face was quite smug.

However, Jiang Ping's face changed, and his eyes turned cold.

"They used your blood to concoct alchemy?!"

"Huh? Yeah."

Cheng Lin'er didn't see Jiang Ping's face, but said happily:

"It turns out that my blood is so powerful. I didn't know it before. It's obvious that I'm so bad at practicing martial arts."

"Originally, I thought that the eldest grandson's family took care of you for such a long time, and raised you fat and fat, so I planned to thank you very much.

But they dared to use you to refine medicine. I must get back this debt for you! "

Jiang Ping said rather domineeringly.

"Why do you want to ask for it back?"

Cheng Liner was very strange and said:

"They just take a little bit of my blood every month, not as much as mine, ahem, that's more.

And every time after taking blood, they will give me a lot of delicious food.

Later, they transferred me to Mr. Li, and I learned a lot from them.

Mr. Li also took good care of me, every time I got into trouble, he helped me to settle it.

Last time a young master of the eldest grandson's family tried to bully me, but I broke his leg, and Mr. Li helped me solve it. "

"" Jiang Ping.

This seems to be a little different from the treatment he thought of the alchemy tool man.

As soon as he heard about using blood to make alchemy, some evil methods popped up in his mind.

Why close the small black house to feed the pigs.

Use various medicines to stimulate birth, overdraw the vitality, and then extract the essence.

It must have been torture anyway.

Why does it feel like Cheng Liner is quite happy.

But on second thought.

Jiang Ping felt that he seemed to be able to accept this kind of life.

What's the difference between this and voluntary blood donation?

The difference is probably that Cheng Lin'er has a special blood type, so every time she gets blood, there is a super big gift bag.

For ordinary people like them, it is 200 yuan for nutrition, or a thermos.

"Ahem, I won't mention this for now."

Jiang Ping coughed twice, hiding his embarrassment and saying:

"Anyway, they can't let your blood out. Since you're back, the blood is not allowed to flow out from today on."

Cheng Liner shook her head and said seriously:

"That won't work either, Mr. Li is very kind to me, and Grandpa Dao Ling is also a good person, without my blood, Mr. Li's illness would not be healed.

This girl walks the rivers and lakes, repaying kindness for kindness and revenge for revenge.

I will not break my faith in him. "

"And you can't beat Grandpa Dao Ling."

As soon as he heard that he was looked down upon, Jiang Ping felt as if his hair was fried. He lit up his fist and said:

"I'm very powerful, okay? See, a fist the size of a sandbag."

"But"

Cheng Liner said innocently:

"I heard that Grandpa Dao Ling is able to fight with that town myth, and he is not afraid at all."

"Then am I afraid?"

Jiang Ping shrank his neck habitually and said:

"Well, I was a little scared, but I won't be afraid soon."

"As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. You can save the life of that sick young man, which is not only his luck, but also your blessing.

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I personally still respect your choice. "

"Is the sword spirit grandfather you mentioned the sword spirit of Ming Hongdao?"

Jiang Ping remembered the words of the Great Master of Wei State that he had heard before.

The soul of the soldier turns into a spirit, and the soul of the soldier who controls the gods Ming Hongdao does not know when it begins to transform into a human form, and it will live in the world forever.

Thinking of this, he thought of his big tortoise frightening shield.

What the hell.

Besides amusing him, what else is there to do?

It's a loss of face to the world of divine weapons!

Cheng Lin'er saw Jiang Ping's confession, and she had an unexpected smile in her eyes.

Back then, he was so easy to admit cowardice in front of his father, but he didn't expect that after all these years, he still hasn't changed at all.

Hearing Jiang Ping's question, she nodded and said:

"That's right, Grandpa Dao Ling is Ming Hong Dao's Dao Spirit."

"After Mr. Li was born that year, he originally lived with Ming Hong's sword soldiers to cultivate his sense of sword.

As a result, because of his strong talent, he was forced to recognize the master by Ming Hong's knife soldiers in one night, resulting in a serious illness and the root cause of the disease.

It was Grandpa Dao Ling who protected him all the way so that he could grow up safely.

Later, it was Grandpa Dao Ling who developed the prescription to cure the root cause of Mr. Li's disease, but he has never found anyone with Fengming physique.

After finding me, Grandpa Dao Ling could rest.

But Grandpa Dao Ling also said that when Mr. Li finishes refining the sword energy in his body, he won't need my blood to refine medicine.

I can take a vacation.

At that time, I will be able to leave the eldest grandson's house.

This is what they told me at the beginning. "

Jiang Ping stroked his chin, thinking:

"That is to say, you still can't get away now? Because that Mr. Li can't do without you?"

"Ah."

Cheng Liner nodded seriously.

"I, Cheng Lin'er, will never break my promise."

"Here, I'll give you ten thousand gold."

Jiang Ping took out a golden ticket.

"" Cheng Liner.

"That's not OK."

Cheng Liner hugged Jiang Ping's arm and begged:

"Young Master Li said that he would recover in three years at most, and at that time he promised to accompany me to find you.

He is very good, I can't just leave him alone. "

"Okay, I'm kidding you."

Jiang Ping waved his hand and said:

"Since I agree, I won't object. Although it feels like luring a wolf into the house, I still believe in my own charm.

Hmm, is that Mr. Li's elixir difficult to refine? "

Cheng Lin'er shook her head and said, "I don't know, every time they take a little blood from me and leave, but I seem to have heard that you have to be a master of alchemy to make it successfully."

"Oh, that's fine then."

Jiang Ping clicked on the personal panel.

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