Chapter 325 She is Princess Yongning, what doesn’t she know? 【1 update】


    All this happened in the flash of lightning, and there was no time for people to react at all.


    The old man felt a sudden force holding his bones down, and in an instant he couldn''t move.


    "you-"


    In order to let Ye Wanlan take the bait and take away Linglong Eight Treasure Box, the old man chose the stalls in the downtown area.


    It is very deserted here, only a few tourists will occasionally pass by.


    But at this moment, he found that there was no third person on this road except him and Ye Wanlan.


    I was trapped!


    The old man quickly reacted, and he was shocked and angry: "You actually..."


    "Turn me here?" Ye Wanlan smiled slightly, "How do you know that you are a hunter?"


    High-end hunters often appear as prey.


    Deliberately pretending to be ignorant and weak, so that the opponent can relax his vigilance. In the end, the offense and defense are different.


    And she is the real hunter.


    It was this time, how could the old man not know that he had been hit by Ye Wanlan''s plan? He turned around and was about to escape.


    "Do you want to run?" Ye Wanlan''s expression was faint, "Can you run away?"


    The old man was frightened to find that he could not use magic at this moment. The power in his body seemed to be blocked by something, making him like a real old man with no power, unable to escape Ye Wanlan''s confinement.


    Ye Wanlan raised his hand and slashed directly at the old man''s neck.


    This attack not only did not stop the force, but instead increased its strength.


    People who are good at magic are often weaker than ordinary people without protection.


    The old man fainted without even screaming.


    Ye Wanlan stopped smiling little by little, stretched out his legs, and kicked the old man lying on the ground.


    "Miss Ye!" Binghe and Tiema ran over and saw that Ye Wanlan had bent down, took out a hemp rope and tied the old man up in all directions.


    "Catched it so soon?" Binghe leaned his head and was very surprised, "No, is this person a fool?"


    "He is not stupid. On the contrary, he is a little clever and knows what it means to set up a trap." Ye Wanlan tied a dead knot and his voice was faint, "It''s a pity that he thought the information he knew was all the information."


    The Linglong Eight Treasure Box left by King Yan Shunhua of Xiaoyao is indeed only seen in the words of unofficial history. Even the Archaeological Center of the Cultural Relics Bureau does not think that this is a real cultural relic.


    But she is different.


    She had seen Yan Shunhua show off the Linglong Eight Treasure Box to her and King Hua Yingyue of Qin, so she could quickly determine whether the Linglong Eight Treasure Box in the old man''s hand was a real relic of the Xiaoyao King.


    Yesterday, the mastermind behind the scenes failed to get blood, so it was naturally impossible to give up.


    The other party also knew that she was Yan Tingyue''s disciple and was recording the program publicly, so he would definitely think about starting with her.


    Ye Wanlan threw the old man to Binghe and Tiema, then bent down and picked up the Linglong Eight Treasure Box that fell on the ground.


    Yan Shunhua has always been very valuable to this box, and this is also the first time she has touched Linglong Eight Treasure Box close up.


    The eight sides of the box are integrated, without any gaps, and not any mechanism lock is used.


    Ye Wanlan turned the box around and couldn''t find a way to open the box for the time being.


    Could it be that we can only use the blood of Yan Shunhua or the descendants of Xiaoyao?


    Ye Wanlan''s eyes narrowed slightly.


    Yan Shunhua often has different feelings. Eight out of ten sentences of what he said are fake.


    "Go back first." Ye Wanlan glanced at the things on the carpet again and raised his eyebrows, "In order to attract me, I spent a lot of money. Although these are not cultural relics, they are exquisitely crafted. Take them back. You can just divide them."


    Binghe was happily happy: "Yes!"


    He knew that if he could eat meat with Miss Ye!


    Binghe and Iron Horse tied the old man to an iron chair and specially obtained the latest shackles and jail clothes introduced by the 723rd Bureau to fix the old man to prevent him from escaping.


    Then, the two went to the mountain to collect herbs according to the order given by Ye Wanlan.


    In the forest hut.


    Yan Tingyue slept for a day and a night, and finally woke up slowly. "Teacher." Ye Wanlan walked forward and helped Yan Tingyue sit up. "You have lost too much blood. You must rest well these days. I wrote the prescription, and Binghe and the others went to get the medicine."


    "I..." Yan Tingyue felt a little drowsy on her head, and she shook her head gently, "Alan, you saved my life again."


    Before she lost consciousness, she felt that the internal organs in her body were stirred up by some sharp blade.


    That moment was the closest time she was to death.


    She thought that her life had come to an end, but she didn''t expect that she would still have the chance to open her eyes and take a look at the world again.


    How can China’s land be nostalgic for thousands of miles?


    Ye Wanlan stretched out his hand and patted Yan Tingyue on the back. While calming her breath, he used his internal strength to nourish her meridians: "One day, one day, and a mother for life, how could I not save her when I die?"


    Yan Tingyue was slightly stunned.


    Many years ago, when she was working in the Yunjing Art Association, she had seen too many impetuous and utilitarian people.


    There should not be without utilitarianism in the heart, otherwise there would be no motivation to move forward. But if only utilitarianism is left, then your eyes will be blocked sooner or later.


    Yan Tingyue had never seen anyone like Ye Wanlan.


    The girl''s face has never concealed her magnificent ambitions and desires, but she can control her ambitions and desires to achieve her own goals.


    "I won''t talk about me anymore." Yan Tingyue shook her head slightly, and her expression gradually became serious. "Alan, some people want to cut off the roots of China. Today is me, then tomorrow will be someone else."


    And China has not yet fully revived and cannot bear the pain of three hundred years ago.


    "Well, I understand." Ye Wanlan said lightly, "If you want one, kill one, if you want one, you will kill ten thousand."


    All the barbarians inside and outside, who dare to call themselves soldiers will be killed!


    The land of China cannot be violated.


    The wind chimes jingled, and the bamboo curtains in the cottage were lifted open. Yan Tingfeng walked in: "Old Yan, Xiaolang."


    "Xiao Yan is here." Yan Tingyue smiled, "I''ve really troubled you these days."


    "No trouble." Yan Tingfeng blinked gently and smiled suddenly, "I also respect Mr. Yan as my mother."


    Hearing this, Ye Wanlan paused his hands. She raised her eyes and looked at Yan Tingfeng slowly.


    Yan Tingfeng looked calm, as if he had not received this deep glance.


    After a while, Binghe and Iron Horse brought the cooked medicine in.


    After Yan Tingyue finished taking the medicine, she felt sleepy and soon fell asleep again.


    Ye Wanlan covered her with the quilt: "Where is the person?"


    "It''s tied in the cave next to it." Binghe patted his chest, "Even if he knows bone shrinking skills and ground escape skills, he will definitely not be able to escape."


    "Thank you for your hard work." Ye Wanlan nodded and went straight to the place where the old man was.


    The old man had not woken up yet, and his neck was covered with bruises.


    Ye Wanlan looked faint and raised his hand and waved it.


    “Swish!”


    A cold light flashed, and two golden needles penetrated the old man''s shoulders and neck respectively.


    "Ah-!!" The old man suddenly let out a scream, extremely shrill.


    He raised his head suddenly, and his body was already covered in cold sweat, and he wet his clothes.


    Ye Wanlan sat in front of him, holding his hands in his arms: "I don''t ask who you are loyal to, I know I can''t ask, where did you get this Linglong Eight Treasure Box?"


    The golden needle brought the old man extremely heart-wrenching pain, and he could not even faint.


    His chin was also fixed, and he could not bite his tongue and committed suicide, so he could only endure it.


    Even the old man still can''t accept it. How could he be trapped here like a broken dog?


    Now that he heard Ye Wanlan call out the title "Linglong Eight Treasure Box" again, his nerves suddenly exploded: "How did you know?!"


    He was sure that the people of Shenzhou could not know the existence of the Linglong Eight Treasure Box, so he came up with this plan.


    But he had a lot of calculations, but he didn''t expect Ye Wanlan to know Linglong Eight Treasure Box!


    "I also want to know where you learned that this box must be opened with my teacher''s blood." Ye Wanlan slowly raised his eyes, "After all, Yan Shunhua told me in person that only his heart blood can open it."


    Good morning~~