C3

The next day, Yang Xiaofeng was sitting next to his bed. An old doctor with a head full of white hair was taking his pulse at a steady pace. Yang Xiu Emperor, on the other hand, stomped his feet back and forth and then asked anxiously, "Old Wang, how is Yun'er?"

The old imperial physician frowned and said slowly, "Old Marshal, there is no need to rush. Judging from Second Young Master's pulse, his life is stable and there is no longer any danger."

Yang Xiu was overjoyed. Just as he wanted to thank Imperial Physician Wang, he was suddenly stopped by Imperial Physician Wang's next words.

Because Imperial Physician Wang's next sentence, "It's just ?"

"But what? "We've been friends for so many years, yet you still don't understand me. If you have anything to say, just say it!" Yang Xiu Emperor roared anxiously, almost to the point of roaring.

"Ah, it's just that the power of the two palms on the Second Young Master's body is astonishing. One palm had injured the brain, but the other palm had injured the heart. It was just that he did not know how the brain injury miraculously healed, saving him from death. However, his heart meridian was completely destroyed, and he would probably not be able to cultivate battle qi in the future. What a pity, what a pity. The Second Young Master was so gifted, he was even more talented than his father. In the past, his father's talent was astonishing, but he had never achieved such an achievement even when the Second Young Master was his age. What if Second Young Master finds out that he can't cultivate battle qi in the future? "

Yang Xiu Emperor was stunned on the spot, like a thunderbolt from a clear sky ? The heavens are destroying our Yang family. Yun'er is the hope for our Yang family to rise again. Only fifteen years old, yet his cultivation had already reached the peak of the warguard. Such talent was as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns in the entire continent. Although Tian'er was already at the peak of the warguard, Yun'er was three years younger than her. Three years of difference? And after three years, just how shocking would Yun'er's talent be? Is our Yang family destined to fall? Yun'er, the legend of the Yang family, the future pillar of our family's rise. Gone ? "He disappeared just like that ?" Sigh. Forget it, as long as my life is fine ? "How about I see my son in the netherworld from now on?" Yang Xiudi shook his head as he spoke, but could only feel unspeakable disappointment even though he was suffering in his heart.

The loss of a son in old age was already the most painful thing in life. Originally, one of the two outstanding sons had died in battle while the other was crippled in both legs. How glorious was the Yang family? However, the talented one, who was also known as the Empire's legend, was also crippled at this time. How could this old man accept this!

In the Yang Mansion's backyard, a handsome middle-aged man with a burly physique and sharp eyes that made him look like he was forty years old with a handicapped pair of legs sat on a wooden wheelchair. Standing beside him was Yang Hu, who remained motionless and respectful. The middle-aged man looked up at the sky and asked, "Yang Hu, how is Yun'er?

Yang Hu's voice was choked with sobs, "My lord, Young Master Yun's life is fine but his meridians are all destroyed. I'm afraid we can't cultivate battle qi anymore." Just as he finished speaking, Yang Hu suddenly knelt in front of the middle-aged man's wheelchair and cried out, "Elder, please kill me." "It's all my fault that I couldn't protect the Yang family, that's my fault to the old man and you, I don't have the face to face with the second master of the underworld!"

Yang Yufeng lowered his head and slowly said: "Stand up, I can't blame you. You can leave first." I want to be quiet. "If Yun'er wakes up, tell me right away."

"Yes." Yang Hu stood up and respectfully bowed to the man in the wheelchair before slowly retreating. After Yang Hu left, Yang Yufeng looked up at the sky and muttered: "Second brother, big brother has let you down. The Yang family's hope is gone. The future Battle King is gone. The Yang family's future really will be bitter."

At this time, in Yun Yang's room. Yang Xiaofeng slowly woke up with a pale face. Looking at the old man sitting beside the bed, the old man sat motionless on the bed, as if he was thinking about something.

Because he had inherited the memories of this world, when he saw this strange and familiar old man in front of him and saw his haggard face, he suddenly felt a wave of bitterness in his heart. He opened his mouth, but was unable to say a single word. Because he had no family in his previous life, he still felt it was strange. However, after struggling for a long time in his heart, he still called out softly, "Grandpa!"

Yang Xiu came back to reality. Seeing him wake up, his haggard face revealed a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time. He then patted his head affectionately, "Yun'er, you've woken up. It's alright. It's all over now." "It's good that you're fine, it's good that you're fine."

When Yang Xiudi spoke, his eyes were filled with love as he looked at Yang Xiaofeng. When had Feng Feiyun ever felt this kind of tender gaze before? His whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and his heart was filled with warmth. He was deeply moved. Her eyes reddened as she said, "Grandfather, I'm sorry for making you worry. Yun'er won't run around in the future!"

Yang Xiu Emperor was suddenly surprised. Because this grandson had never had a father since he was young, his entire family doted on him. In addition, this child's innate talent could be described as monstrous, so his personality was extremely arrogant and unruly since he was young. Yet, he was able to say such words at this moment. Then, he said gratifyingly, "Be good, be good to my good grandson ?" However, he was extremely excited. This child had finally become sensible.

At the same time, in a room in the backyard of Sky Capital's Prime Minister's Estate, an old man with a swollen face that looked kind but gave off a creepy feeling asked, "Is everything done?"

The brat is probably dead. Just in case, I used my palm to break his heart, even if he was lucky enough to not die, he is destined to be a piece of trash, not to mention with that brat's current cultivation, how could he not die? "It's probably very hard." A black-clothed man with a deep scar on his forehead and blue eyes said.

"Yes, Black Panther has wronged you." You are a Marquis level expert. It would be hard for you to assassinate a little ghost who only has a cultivation level of War Guard. However, this person is too much of a threat, I can't take the risk. He definitely could not let him grow up, or else he would be in endless trouble in the future. "Only when you are proficient in assassination can you hide from the defenses of the Yang Family's Asura guards!" The old man added.

"My lord, you saved my life. Even if you want me to go to the mountains of swords and the seas of fire, no one will dare to disobey!" The panther said solemnly.

Following that, the old man laughed, but a trace of viciousness flashed across his eyes as he said, "Yang Xiu Emperor, if you want to turn the situation around, you will never be able to do so. The current Chu Yun Empire is my, Xiao Yinan's, world. Hahaha ?