Yaozun is chasing me to open the screen

"Why does my heart hurt so much when my mood fluctuates?"

After Yan Hualan finished speaking, Da Chun asked, "The person you are talking about is a mortal, a human cultivator, or a demon?"

Yan Hualan narrowed her eyes: "...a demon."

Da Chun asked again: "Did the wine you took away last time heal his heart disease?"

"No." Yan Hualan said, "His other hidden diseases have improved, but his heart disease is still the same as usual, or even worse. He said it was due to the season, and he was obviously hiding it from me. Only then did I realize—his heart disease." Heart disease may be related to emotions."

Dachun pondered for a moment.

"Congenital damage due to racial reasons, curses, sacrifices...even artifacts are all possible. If you bring the patient over to meet, you may get a more accurate answer."

Yan Hualan was silent.

My brother has been reluctant to tell him about his heart disease.He knew that he should give his brother a private space, but his heart disease was related to his life after all.He couldn't let it go, and couldn't accept that he continued to pretend to be stupid and stood by.

Under the contradiction, Yan Hualan had no choice but to ask Dachun alone without telling his brother.

My brother is as careful as a hair, if I bring my brother for consultation, he will definitely be noticed by the other party.After finding out, my brother lost his sense of security, maybe he will run away again to hide the secret...

Yan Hualan touched his face.

However, if it can make my brother healthy, running once is nothing, at worst, he sacrifices his appearance to lure his brother back.

He asked: "If I bring him back next time, no matter what the cause of the disease is, can you directly cure him?"

Press and hold it on the spot to cure it, so as not to run away.

Dachun: "Yes. ——Unless the reason is an 'artifact'. The artifact requires a specific 'key' to take it out."

Yan Hualan remembered it in his heart.

"What about the price of curing heart disease?"

Da Chun: "I want to exchange the most precious thing in your body with me."

"I really don't know what you want my hair to do, brewing wine?" Yan Hualan's butt hurts when he thought of this, and he said with a sad face, "If you pluck the tail feathers again, I will be bald. How can Chun Ri open her tail?"

Da Chun: "No. I want you to use something more precious."

Yan Hualan was puzzled: "The things on my body are nothing precious except hair, and you don't like blood..."

He was startled.

He suddenly remembered that there was indeed a very, very precious thing in his body.

——his immortality.

Yan Hualan stared at Da Chun in amazement.

Da Chun affirmed his guess: "You are a discarded item, an ability that countless people and monsters can't wait for. It just so happens that I have an old friend who was a drinker, and he dreamed that his deceased lover could be reborn from the ashes."

Yan Hualan was stunned and said, "How do you know my ability?"

Da Chun pondered, as if he was considering his words.

"Because... I have another old friend. She has the same power as you."

In the temple of the Yaozu.

Shuang Jiangnian put the phoenix feather coat on the statue of the goddess, and carefully arranged every feather for her.

Five days later, it will be the National Sacrifice to pay homage to the phoenix. The whole monster clan is preparing for it, and he is no exception.

Very light footsteps landed in the hall.

Looking back at Shuang Jiangnian, he saw that the national teacher was standing in front of the goddess statue. He performed a kneeling ceremony, and the snow-colored clothes were spread out, like lotus blooming quietly on a snow mountain.

After saluting, the national teacher raised his light red eyes and looked at him: "After a few months of separation, the trajectory of your fate will become clearer."

Shuang Jiangnian's voice now is very different from when he was Little Skylark, but the other party seemed to be completely unaware of it, and directly treated him and Little Skylark as the same person.

He just remembered that some creatures with albinism have very weak eyesight, and the national teacher can't distinguish people with their eyesight, but through the so-called "fate".

Fate is the word that Shuang Jiangnian hates to hear the most.

"Fate?" He said sarcastically, "What kind of destiny does the Master see in me?"

National Teacher: "The fate of saving the world."

He usually speaks slowly, but when he said this sentence, he was more than ten times slower, as if every word was under pressure.

Shuang Jiangnian's brows were faint: "The world is peaceful and the weather is smooth. In this peaceful and prosperous world, why do we need to be saved, and what can we do?"

"Yan, Hua, Lan." The teacher paused every word.

The existence of Yan Hualan is the disaster of Kyushu, the source of the destruction of the world.

Shuang Jiangnian's eyes were cold.

That's why he hates "fate".

Fate confuses Yan Hualan with Yan Chen, Yan Hualan works so hard to defeat the demons, and strives to be positive—but fate treats him as a destroyer of the world, as if he is some kind of demon star who came into the world.

"But there is a turning point. The turning point is you."

The national teacher said the destiny he had just calculated: "—Only you can 'kill' him."

Shuang Jiangnian's pupils shrank.

Before he could react in the future, blood gushed from the lips of the national teacher.

His body trembled from the pain, his skin was almost transparent, covered in cold sweat, and he fell down in front of the statue in desperation.

Shuang Jiangnian looked complicated, walked down the steps, put the national teacher flat, and used a healing technique.

Mingxiu is similar to a ruthless Taoist monk, if the ruthless way is emotional, he will die, and if Mingxiu leaks the secret, he will die.

The slow speed of the national teacher's speech is also the restriction imposed on him by the law of heaven.

Shuang Jiangnian can't help but feel pity for each other, and sorrow for the death of the rabbit and the fox.

"The fate you calculated is wrong." He said coldly but seriously, "Yan Hualan will be fine. I will not kill him either."

The national teacher shook his head slowly and lowered his eyes.

"...Brother!" Yan Hualan's voice came from outside the Taimiao.

He hurried back, fearing that when he was not around, something would go wrong in Shuang Jiangnian, or some vixen would haunt his brother.

Hurry up and come back to have a look—as expected, there is a bat-brand vixen! !

Yan Hualan was deeply disgusted when he saw the sick appearance of the national teacher, but he had to admit that the sick and weak were the easiest to win the attention and love of the doctor.

In a flash of inspiration, he pretended to be staggering, but fortunately he held on to the door of the palace, so he didn't fall down.

Sure enough, Shuang Jiangnian immediately left the national teacher alone, and asked beside him, "What's wrong?"

The tone was cold, but Yan Hualan could taste the sweetness of concern.

He laughed out loud in his heart, controlled his blood flow with demon power, turned his face pale, and then said softly: "It's okay bro, I'm just a little dizzy... I'll be fine after a rest."

"The demon power is disordered, and you ate the spiritual energy that you shouldn't eat?" Shuang Jiangnian frowned slightly, "Go back to the sleeping hall, let me help you take a look."

When the two left, Yan Hualan took the time to turn around and cast a triumphant glance at the national teacher.

Little goblin, play tricks with me, the number of stages is not enough!

The dying national teacher: "..."

He can only pass on the talisman by himself and call him the court doctor.

After returning to the bedroom, Shuang Jiangnian pressed Yan Hualan on the phoenix couch, and called out the nine thorns to regulate his meridians with acupuncture and moxibustion.

An injection is an injection, as long as he can snatch his brother back from the vixen, Yan Hualan will be willing to get an injection.

He chatted: "There is an idiom in the human race called 'to cast a peach to hug you', does brother know?"

Shuang Jiangnian corrected: "It's reciprocal."

"That's right." Yan Hualan said while laying on her stomach, "I was thinking, my brother has helped me heal my illness so many times, and if I reciprocate, I also want to help my brother heal his heart disease."

He pretended to be casual and said, "So, brother, do you want to go to the doctor with me?"

Shuang Jiangnian's movements were smooth and flowing, without stagnation: "It's not necessary."

Yan Hualan lazily said: "Grab some medicine, and your heart disease will be healed. This winter will end in two months, I'm afraid you will feel uncomfortable."

Seeing that the other party was silent, he hurriedly said: "Brother, you won't be afraid of the pain of medicine?"

Shuang Jiangnian couldn't tell whether it was a simple joke or a provocative method, just as he couldn't tell whether Yan Hualan's sudden mention of his heart disease was a coincidence or a premeditated one.

Shuang Jiangnian hit hard, Yan Hualan immediately grinned in pain.

He said flatly: "I am a doctor myself. If it can be cured, I have already cured it. You don't have to worry about it for me in the future."

"...Hidden illnesses and doctors are taboo." Yan Hualan muttered in a low voice.

After a while, he will have to make a few more soft and hard soaks.If it doesn't work, they really can only be kidnapped by force.

After he sat down in meditation and sank into cultivation, Shuang Jiangnian quietly picked up the cloak he took off, observed it carefully, and then sniffed it close to his nose.

There was a smell of lake water and vegetation on it, similar to the feeling that the pot of big toon wine gave him.

Could it be that Yan Hualan went out alone just to see the big toon demon?

In the original book, Dachun Yao never had any contact with Yan Chen, so Shuang Jiangnian knew little about him.

But what is certain is that a monster like Da Chun who has lived for countless tens of thousands of years must be well-informed, know the symptoms of forgetfulness, and know the origin of forgetfulness.

Shuang Jiangnian looked at Yan Hualan in a daze.

...he wasn't ready to be honest and ruthless.

Five days passed in a blink of an eye, and it was the day of the national sacrifice in a blink of an eye.

On the day of the National Sacrifice, tens of thousands of demon cultivators came from all over the world to visit the Taimiao to pay their respects to the relics of the phoenix and watch the sacrificial ceremony.

Yan Hualan, dressed in dark green court clothes, greeted and sent off the souls of the former kings in person, paid homage to the phoenix feathers, and offered sacrifices such as jade and silk and blood.

The whole process must be carried out by him alone.

The king of the monster clan stood alone on the eighth jade steps of the altar, with the vast sky above and the people below, his figure looked lonely.

If he really has a concubine, she should be able to stand by his side at this time, accompany him, and jointly support this altar that is too empty.

In the sound of the mourning speech, Shuang Jiangnian turned into a bird and hid it in the wide cuff of the king of the country.

Yan Hualan's palms were a little cold.

In the original book, Yan Chen did not hold such a sacrifice, and he didn't even carry it with him. He just hid the phoenix feather clothes in the deepest and most secret underground dungeon.

——The dungeon used for skinning.

Later, Yan Chen went into the volcano to refine the Xuanyuan True Fire, and encountered an illusion of inner demons.

Yan Chen's inner demon is the death of Phoenix.No one taught him how to crack it. In the illusion, he gradually forgot his inner demon, and only focused on cultivation and killing. After attaining the Tao, he killed the inner demon Phoenix by mistake.

Although the inner demon was broken, Yan Chen did not really resolve the inner demon. Instead, he killed his mother by accident, and his obsession deepened.

One pile after another pushed him into a deeper hell.

He is helpless, but he doesn't know it.Everyone is afraid of him, and no one understands his struggle under madness.

Shuang Jiangnian lightly pecked at Yan Hualan's finger with her bird's beak.

Perhaps because of the company of the little pompon, Yan Hualan's cold palms quickly warmed up.

Although the altar and temple are empty, he is not alone.

After the farewell, Yan Hualan promised in a voice that no one could hear except those around him: "Mother, I will protect the demon clan you love..."

His eyes are so clear, but his voice is much more stable.

"...and, the one I love."

He gently touched Little Skylark's head with his thumb, causing Little Skylark to squint her eyes comfortably.

At the end of the National Sacrifice, Yan Hualan distributed meat to all civil and military officials.

He mixed with a group of civil and military officials, ate meat so deliciously that the corners of his mouth were stained with oil, and he was not at all reserved.

Yu Hui sent a voice to remind him: "Your Majesty, after all, you are a national sacrificial priest. Don't you pay attention to your image to express your solemnity and sadness?"

Yan Hualan kept moving, and said loudly: "Fenghuang must be very happy to see us eating meat. She is happy, why am I not happy?"

Yu Hui: "..." That's exactly what he said.

Sometimes Yan Hualan would put a small chicken wing and drumstick into his sleeve when he ate a particularly delicious part.When it was handed in, it was meat, and after a while, what fell out was clean small bones.

Yan Hualan smiled, and purposely used the cuff that hid the skylark to smear his lips with oil, and then the skylark slapped his wrist hard.

When the banquet reached its happiest point, a little commotion gradually spread around the altar.

After hearing the report from the servant in brown clothes, Prime Minister Bai He had a thoughtful look on his face.

He conveyed to Yan Hualan: "The envoy of the Hai Clan has arrived."

These words did not avoid others, Shuang Jiangnian could hear clearly, his body was slightly stiff.

The monster clan is divided into four major clans: the beast clan, the bird clan, the sea clan, and the wood clan, and each clan is further divided into sub-clans.

The Merman Clan used to be under the jurisdiction of the Sea Clan, and would pay them pearls and shark silk as offerings every year.

However, when the mermen were classified as spirit beasts, the sea clan did not make any voice of defense, and stood by, allowing the mermen to be brutally slaughtered.

Shuang Jiangnian had a bad impression of them.

This national sacrifice, the Hai Clan said that the mountains are high and the roads are long, and it was only when it was about to end that it was long overdue.

A group of more than a dozen monsters from the Hai clan came forward: "Kowtow to Your Majesty."

The rest of the demons gave them an open space one after another, and stood a little distance away, whispering.

"too skinny."

"What kind of crime is this? The sea is rich in products, and they are still hungry enough?"

The Hai Clan came to make them all stand out, their eyes were black and blue, and the edges and corners of their facial bones were almost piercing.

The other demons couldn't tell the difference, but Shuang Jiangnian noticed that they had used the disguise technique all over their bodies, and specially pretended to be so skinny.

for what?

"Pingshen." Yan Hualan looked down at these courtiers, "Let's go to the banquet first."

The leading envoy of the Hai Clan was an old turtle monster, he hesitated to speak, and after singing, tremblingly picked up the roasted meat in the cauldron.

After eating it in one bite, he had already burst into tears, which attracted other monsters to watch curiously.

If it is said that he is crying because he thinks of Phoenix, it doesn't seem like it.

Just when all the demons wondered why the turtle demon was crying, the turtle demon suddenly picked up a piece of hot roasted meat, wrapped it in a handkerchief, and put it in the lapel of his chest with preciousness.

The monsters were speechless.

Yan Hualan couldn't sit idly by the sea turtle demon's scenes one after another.

He was still comfortably sitting in the armchair, with a smile on his face and a slightly indifferent expression: "Ming Ling, do you have something to say?"

"In the past hundred years, the lack of spiritual beasts in the sea has become more and more scarce. Recently, famine has caused disasters, and the people are struggling to survive." The old creases on Ming Ling's face are like tear troughs. Hungry and cold, pale and emaciated, but the minister is feasting here. Your Majesty, how can I bear it?!"

These words seem to be soul-stirring and touching, but they are actually a gun with a stick, implying that Yan Hualan held the national sacrifice extravagantly and wastefully, but made the people suffer from hunger and hunger.

Some civil servants who heard something was wrong put down their bamboo chopsticks.

Shuang Jiangnian understood, and sent a voice transmission directly: "They are selling miserably in Yirong and gaining sympathy."

After hearing this, Yan Hualan didn't attack directly.

He said casually: "Ming Lingqing's memorial has been read by the deity, and the deity has already exempted the Hai Clan from the ten-year annual offering. Why, is it not enough?"

Prime Minister Bai He gave him a wink, telling him to speak politely.

Ming Ling swallowed quietly: "Your Majesty does not know that the Hai Clan has long been unable to be self-sufficient in this situation. The grandson of the minister has not eaten a mouthful of spirit beast meat for two months! The minister has repeatedly asked to open the treasury to release spirit stones for disaster relief. Rescue the famine, but Your Majesty..."

Yan Hualan interrupted him: "A month ago, I sent envoys to the Hai Clan to visit the disaster situation."

Ming Ling bowed his head: "Then Your Majesty, you should have obtained solid evidence from the envoy."

"That's right, what the envoy reported to me is the same as what Ming Lingqing said, so there is no slight difference." Yan Hualan held the chopsticks and slowly tapped the copper tripod.

Ming Ling secretly rejoiced.

Unexpectedly, Yan Hualan made a detour: "The problem lies in this 'no difference'. Ming Lingqing is so eager for this deity to open a storehouse for disaster relief, and why is he not exaggerating at all? It can't be justified in terms of emotion and reason."

He stopped chopsticks, and said with a half-smile: "So, I sent a team of Golden Crow Guards to investigate secretly, without letting any courtiers know."

Ming Ling's heart was shocked, and the small eyeballs hidden in the eyefolds showed disbelief, and then slowly moved down, looking at the ground with a guilty conscience.

"What Jin Wuwei told the deity is completely different from the previous version." Yan Hualan said indifferently, "It is true, but it is the fault of corrupt officials who enriched their own pockets."

He moved around in the armchair, held a bamboo chopstick between his fingertips, and tapped Mingling's head crisply.

"May I ask Ming Lingqing, the sea clan is famine, but you hide the spiritual veins, swallow the annual offerings of all clans, and don't release the spirit stones to feed the spirit beasts of the clans. What do you want from this magnificent sea clan?"

Ming Ling swallowed, and the piece of roasted meat in her heart fell out and fell to the ground, covered with dust.

It never occurred to him that the rumored stupid mascot, the demon king, would find him in private!

"Using power for personal gain, laziness in government. This is one of them." Yan Hualan stood up, "The Golden Crow Guard of the deity also discovered a strange thing: the waters around Quanke Island are infected with demonic poison, which is why the spirit beasts in the sea have dropped sharply." s reason."

Shuang Jiangnian's mood was shaken again.

Quanke Island is the island where the Merman Tribe once lived!

"Quanke Island is under the jurisdiction of the Sea Clan, but Ming Lingqing didn't mention it at all in the memorial." Yan Hualan's voice continued, "What crime should I have if I don't report what I know?"

There was an uproar.

Corrupt officials are one thing, but it is another thing for the monster clan's territory to be polluted by demonic poison.This is directly related to the survival of the entire Yaozu!

For a moment, the group of monsters couldn't help but wanted to retreat, for fear that these sea people would be infected with the devil's poison and infect them.

"This, this... I really don't know about this, please enlighten me!" Ming Ling panicked, "Quanke Island was originally a place rich in mermaids. After the mermaids were wiped out, there are often rumors that there are often fierce ghosts on Quanke Island. If you linger, forgive me as a minister, I dare not get close to him!"

Yan Hualan smiled, lowered his arm suddenly, and patted Ming Ling's head.

He touched it delicately and gently, as if he was treating his own child.

Under such stroking, the disguise technique on Ming Ling's body disappeared little by little, from head to toe, the skinny skin was peeled off, revealing the inside of the fat head and big ears.

Then Yan Hualan kicked him over.

"You old tortoise, put on a show and come to demonstrate in front of the deity. What crime should you be guilty of deceiving the king?"

Ming Ling hugged the shell and rolled several times before stopping.

The ministers were shocked, only to realize that the Hai Clan's envoy had actually used the disguise technique.

In order to deceive the officials, Ming Ling used the disguise technique, which is naturally advanced in technology, difficult to distinguish, and even more difficult to decipher.

Unexpectedly, His Majesty is not only excellent in martial arts and martial arts, but also proficient in Xiao Qi's obscene skills!

The ministers looked at him with even more admiration.

Yan Hualan's face was stern, but there was a naive smile in his eyes.

He transmitted the voice to Shuang Jiangnian, and his voice was full of pride: "The disguise that the old man Bai He couldn't see, I untied it without any effort. Was my kick just now very beautiful? Very domineering?"

Shuang Jiangnian was used to his duplicity, so she said perfunctorily, "Beautiful and beautiful."

Yan Hualan smiled in his heart: "I would also like to thank my brother. I learned this ingenious way of cracking the Disguise Technique because I needed my brother."

Shuang Jiangnian: "..." Thank you very much.

The embarrassed Ming Ling was put in prison, and the rest of the Hai Clan envoys were also put under house arrest, and tortured to extract confessions one by one.

The news that the territory of the demon clan was polluted by demonic poison weighed heavily on each demon's heart like a heavy stone, they were a little overwhelmed, and before the national sacrifice was over, they began to discuss with each other in whispers.

Prime Minister Bai He asked in a low voice: "I don't know what His Majesty's plans are for this?"

Yan Hualan took a sip of bamboo tea: "I'll go there myself."

Bai He pondered: "It's about the devil's poison and the trouble of the mermaids a hundred years ago. I'm afraid this trip will be very dangerous. Your Majesty, why don't you send your subordinates to investigate first."

"You also said that it's about the devil's poison. Except for me, everyone else is going to die." Yan Hualan said, "...I don't want the Yaozu to have more 'Yan Qing'."

Prime Minister Bai He was speechless, he sighed heavily, and could only acquiesce.

After the national sacrifice, Shuang Jiangnian went to detoxify Yan Qing for Zang Qingshan as usual.

He wanted to take this opportunity to mention to Yan Qing the massacre of the mermaids back then, but he didn't expect that it was Yan Hualan who asked the question first.

"Do you know about the massacre of the mermaids by the monster clan 150 years ago?"

Yan Qing recalled for a moment: "Of course. That was a big event that shocked the government and the public at the time. Although the merman is a spirit beast, but the spirit beast looks too much like a monster, and it was slaughtered overnight, leaving no one alive...It sounds like it is unavoidable. cruel."

Yan Hualan's fists were slowly clenched.

"Is it an order from the Demon King's Palace to kill the Merman Clan?"

It seemed to be very difficult for him to ask this sentence, one word after another was squeezed out from between his teeth, and he stared at Yan Qing, as if waiting for a verdict.

Shuang Jiangnian raised her eyes and saw his tense profile.

It's not that he hasn't thought about the blood feud between himself and the Yaozu.But he also thought clearly that no matter what the Yaozu did before, it wasn't Yan Hualan's fault.

Fortunately, Yan Qing's answer was no.

"Mother didn't know about this matter, and it would be too late when the Hai Clan reported it."

Yan Hualan seemed to be pardoned.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "You mean, the Sea Clan acted without authorization?"

"I'm not sure about the specific situation." Yan Qing said, "However, most of the flesh and blood treasures obtained from the sharks later entered the treasure house of the Hai Clan. They offered a part of the offering, but the mother did not accept it, and returned it all."

Shuang Jiangnian sent a voice transmission to Yan Hualan: "Ask him, at that time, did the Hai Clan have a demon master in the transformation stage?"

Yan Hualan asked, and Yan Qing listened, and replied: "The Sea Clan... has no Yaozun. But there is a Kun in the legend, who wanders outside the Monster Clan all the year round. Is it related to the annihilation of the sharks? Why did you suddenly bring up this old matter?"

Yan Hualan briefly talked about the situation at the National Sacrifice this morning, and then said: "The poison pollution must be related to the mermaid incident. I will go to Quanke Island soon to find out the truth."

He suddenly laughed, and stretched out his arms to hug Shuang Jiangnian next to him: "Then, I'll take him away first."

Shuang Jiangnian was forced to fall into his arms, leaning on his shoulder, her body slightly stiff.

The action is too intimate.What was Yan Hualan doing all of a sudden?

Yan Qing looked at their intimacy, his face was slightly cold.He held up a generous smile, and said inexplicably: "The relationship between Brother Wang and this Fairy Medical Cultivator is..."

Yan Hualan's smile was bright and sunny, but his eyes were full of possessiveness: "It's just what you think."

Shuang Jiangnian was taken aback.

It seems that Yan Hualan is still brooding over the matter of the double cultivation of detoxification last time.

This vague but highly connotative "it's just as you imagined it" is a half-answer, which draws people's imagination.

If Shuang Jiangnian remembers correctly, Meng Kezhi used this sentence before?

Yan Hualan's method of being jealous... is good?

It's just that the object of jealousy is wrong.

Shuang Jiangnian couldn't laugh or cry in her heart, she just hoped that Yan Qing could understand the elementary school chicken who eats flying vinegar, so don't think too much about it.

After they left Zang Qingshan, Shuang Jiangnian said: "Be calm in front of your elder brother, don't say strange things."

Yan Hualan laughed: "So that he doesn't misunderstand that my brother has no way to marry a husband?"

Shuang Jiangnian said coldly, "There is no way to teach children."

"But didn't brother see it? Yan Qing has a crush on you." Yan Hualan embraced him from behind, and said seriously, "If I don't take the oath of sovereignty, I'm afraid he will really have feelings for brother that he shouldn't have."

Shuang Jiangnian raised her eyebrows, obviously not convinced: "After a few needles, you can fall in love with the doctor who stabbed him? Not everyone wants you to be so perverted."

Yan Hua was so angry that he moved his hands and feet: "I'm a pervert, I'm going to do what perverts do—"

Shuang Jiangnian's face remained unchanged and he let him play around: "When do you plan to go to the Sea Clan?"

Yan Hualan leaned on his shoulder: "Get ready, get settled in the palace, and leave tomorrow."

"I'll go too." Shuang Jiangnian said with downcast eyes, "...I have a reason to go."

Yan Hualan did not speak, quietly waiting for his next words.

It's time to be honest.The two thought at the same time.

Because of nervousness, Shuang Jiangnian clenched her hands tightly.Yan Hualan's big hands covered him, wrapped his palms around him, inserted his fingers between his fingers, and patiently untied the knots made by his fists.

"Because Quanke Island is my hometown."

Shuang Jiangnian exhaled lightly.

"Yan Hualan, I am a shark."

This is a very heavy identity, with countless bloody past events hidden behind it.This is also a very dangerous identity, which shows that his flesh and blood is a great supplement to Yan Hualan.

Shuang Jiangnian used a lot of courage.

He thought he would see shock and shake in Yan Hualan's eyes.

However, he only saw a silly batch.

"Is my brother's body the black scale fish? That fish has been living in my dantian."

He smiled embarrassedly.

"Doesn't this mean that... my brother has been in contact with me at a distance?"

Shuang Jiangnian: "..."

I am sorry.

He shouldn't have any expectations for the yellow waste in Yan Hualan's mind.