The girl nodded and said solemnly: "We are familiar with Old Man Yang, and we want to ask him for a medicine."

The waiter hesitated for a moment but did not bother, and led them to the main room in the backyard. An old man was tapping the table with his old cigarette pole. Standing in the corner of the room was a slovenly man who was the gatekeeper from the east side of the town.

The bachelor Zheng Dafeng, maybe one thing is good for another. When Zheng Dafeng met Old Man Yang, he looked like he didn't dare to breathe, and he no longer had the usual slick and scoundrel virtues.

Old Man Yang waved his cigarette stick, and Zheng Dafeng quickly slipped out of the house and left with the shop assistant.

Old Man Yang looked at the familiar boy behind the girl, Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan's lips turned white at this time, his whole body was trembling, and his hands were almost desperately wrapped around the girl's neck.

Old Man Yang stood up unhurriedly, with one hand behind his back and the other holding a cigarette stick, he came to the girl, looked at the young man, and said hoarsely: "How many times have I told you, the less fortunate you are, the less fortunate you will be.

The more you cherish your life and your blessings, why, if you encounter some setbacks and you have to live or die, then why didn't you go with your mother in the first place? Wouldn't it be easier? Master Yao is right. He always talked about watching when he was three years old.

Look at your age at the age of three. You will not live long. Even if I teach you good craftsmanship and real kung fu, it will be a waste and will be thrown into the dirt early."

Ning Yao was stunned. In her impression, Old Man Yang should be a kind-hearted old man, smiling all day long.

Who would have thought he was such a sarcastic old man.

The old man sarcastically said: "Does it hurt a lot?"

Chen Pingan nodded slightly, already speechless.

After the girl woke up on her back, the effect of the medicine had probably worn off. In fact, the attack had already started at that time, but Chen Ping'an felt that he could hold on for a while. When Ning Yao carried him to the covered bridge, he knew that he couldn't hold on anymore.

So Ning Yao didn't even bother to retrieve the knife on the road by the stream, and hurriedly carried him on his back to Yang's shop.

The old man laughed and said, "It hurts, so just bear with it."

Then the old man glanced at Ning Yao and said angrily: "Let him sit on the bench by himself!"

The old man then muttered: "It's not a shame to have a little girl carry it on my back."

Ning Yao suppressed his anger and carefully asked Chen Pingan to sit on the bench. However, as soon as she let go, the young man was shaking.

Ning Yao was about to reach out to help her, but although the young man couldn't speak, his eyes indicated that she didn't need her help.

The old man took a puff of his homemade dry cigarette, looked at the young man's body and appearance, and said: "It's really a real ruin. Well, I have a clear conscience, but I have a clear conscience."

The old man was completely indifferent to the boy's bone-chilling pain. "What kind of good fate does Liu Xianyang have? What kind of bad fate do you have? After so many years, you have no idea. If he dies once, it will be enough for you to die ten times, do you know?"

Ning Yao really couldn't stand the old man's strange words, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Yang, can you help Chen Ping'an relieve pain first?"

The old man had a stooped figure, turned his head and looked at the girl sideways, and asked lightly: "Are you a man?"

Ning Yao looked at each other angrily.

The old man stopped paying attention to the girl, turned back and looked at the young man.

The old man was lost in thought.

Finally, the old man curled his lips, sighed, and tapped Chen Pingan's shoulder a little, and his arms and legs twice with his old cigarette stick.

In an instant.

The young man was lying on his side, with his elbow on his head, lying on the bench.

The old man shouted softly: "Go to sleep!"
Chapter completed!