The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Fang Anei said, his eyes sparkled and his gaze circled over the scarred face.

He pulled out an unintelligible curve at the corner of his mouth, and then reached out to Hao Tian: “I've heard of you. You're the young master of Hao's family, right? But I remember that something seemed to have happened to the Yan family, and I thought that Brother Yan had passed away, and I didn't expect him to survive. I wonder how Brother Yan escaped the heist. How did this happen? ”

Yang Hao looked at his hand without expression, but instead of holding it with him, he silently drew back the hand held by Haitang.

Feng Haitang was anxious about his mother's condition, and he rushed to ask, “Brother, what's wrong with my mother? ”

“Don't worry.” Fang Anei smiled slightly, reached out and touched Haitang's hair, the movements and the divine state were unusually intimate and natural, “Your mother was just a normal worried disease, as long as you went back to see you, believing that her illness would soon be fine. ”

Feng Haitang was relieved and turned to Xiao Hao Tian: “Ho Tian, let's not go back to Pluto Valley, will you accompany me home to meet my father and mother? I'm worried about my mother's illness. Fortunately, I have now learned medicine from the lady and believe that my mother's illness will be cured. ”

Ho Tian's eyes were filled with intense sorrow and inferiority. He opened his mouth to say what he wanted, but in the end, those words were all swallowed up in the eyes that Feng Haitang had hoped for.

The anecdote next to him saw the scene, squinting his eyes, and his eyes were unpredictable.

……

Night.

Ho Tian sat quietly in front of the candle fire and looked at the flame, silent.

At this point, the room door creaked and was slowly pushed open.

Ho Tian looked up and saw Fang Anei's hand grabbing the folding fan and slowly walking in.

Fang Anei revealed an unintelligible smile at the gaze of Shang Hao Tian. “Brother Xiang doesn't seem surprised at all. I will come to you? ”

Yang Hao had to look at him without a face. He didn't speak.

Fang Yiang was not uncomfortable at all. He slowly closed the door and stepped across from him to sit down. “Why didn't you talk? Don't you dare talk to me? Or... can't you talk? ”

He tightened his lips and looked sharply like a knife.

“Alas... I really didn't expect you to be able to talk!” Fang Anechan's hands folded and said regrettably: “I thought the rumors I heard were just rumours. I didn't expect them to be true. ”

“At the time of the fall of the Yan family, Brother Yan did not die, but was abandoned and repaired, his tongue was cut off, and sold to the Haunted Market warehouse as a slave for entertainment. ”

Fang Yan said while shaking his head, "Brother Yan was originally a proud son of heaven, brilliant talent, with a huge family background, and a beautiful and excellent fiancée like Haitang, who really envied the people beside him. I never thought I'd end up in a place where I couldn't even talk. If I were a brother, I would never survive this kind of lag. I'd rather die than live as someone else's toy. ”

Ho Tian's hands hanging beside his body died into fists.

He just picked up the pen and wrote a few words on the paper, "What are you trying to say? ”

Fang Yiang glanced at the words on the paper and smiled with disdain. “Brother Ying is a smart man, then there is something to be said. ”