Then he carried the bucket and walked directly to Taiwei Yang Ci's study.

Yang Ci knelt down in front of the desk.

There were many bamboo slips in front of me.

But at this moment, he didn't have much thought to look at the words of the sages on the bamboo slips.

In my mind, I was thinking about how to control Na He Jin.

But at this moment, he had no clue at all.

Yang Ci absolutely did not believe in the so-called divine water.

But Liu Hong's recent performance is obvious to all.

Then I'm afraid there is only one explanation.

The so-called divine water is just a concoction made from a prescription obtained from an alchemist.

Maybe it's the kind of thing that is effective in the short term but useless in the long run.

To ordinary people, this concoction is no different from poison.

But for people like Liu Hong.

Even though he knew it was poison.

I am afraid that even if you know the taste of the marrow, you will not refuse these concoctions.

Just when Yang Ci was racking his brains and having a splitting headache from thinking.

Yang Biao's voice came from outside the door.

Yang Ci sighed.

He also didn't expect that Yang Biao would come to him at this time.

It has been a habit for so many years, how could Yang Biao not know?

Maybe there is something urgent?

Yang Ci responded and said, "Come in."

Yang Biao then pushed open the door and entered.

He came with a bowl of well water in his hand and placed it in front of Yang Ci.

"Father has been working hard for a long time. It's better to drink some water and rest."

Yang Ci didn't think much about it.

He reached out and took the water bowl from Yang Biao, but his eyes still fell on Yang Biao's face.

Yang Biao's behavior was really a bit abnormal.

He knows his son very well.

If he hadn't encountered something really big, Yang Biao would never have appeared here.

But what kind of big event could make Yang Biao show such hesitation in front of him?

Yang Ci couldn't figure it out for a while.

He just looked at Yang Biao, trying to tell something from the subtle expression on Yang Biao's face.

At the same time, he drank the bowl of well water unconsciously.

soon.

Yang Ci then reacted.

He just felt a stream of sweet and refreshing water flowing into his throat.

Like a stream gurgling down from a high mountain.

Gently and thoroughly cleansed away all the fatigue on his body.

I had a splitting headache before.

Now he only felt that the spiritual platform was clear and bright, as if he had just had a good sleep.

There is a warm current running through the body in the stomach pouch.
Chapter completed!