C4

Half a month later, Yang Xiao had fully recovered. At this time, he knew the condition of his body. Everyone in his family was afraid that he wouldn't be able to accept this fact, but what surprised everyone was that he didn't seem to care at all. This made the old marshal Yang Xiudi's heart tighten as he wondered if this child had been struck too hard and if there was something wrong with his head.

After lying down for half a month, this made him feel extremely stifled. A few days ago, when he felt that his body wasn't too bad, he had thought of running out to the back garden to take a stroll. However, before he could even leave his room, his mother had brought him back with her.

He was finally able to go out. He couldn't wait to see the back garden. Why? Because in his previous life, he couldn't imagine how it would feel to have a garden built in his own house.

As he walked, he thought to himself, "Who cares if he has no fighting spirit or not. In this world, he can truly be my young master without worrying about food or clothes. How comfortable it is to not have to earn money by himself." It didn't matter if his heart meridian was destroyed, at least the function of being a man was normal. He wondered if he was as strong as he was in his previous life. Was it a beautiful maid or experiment? Eyebrows... "It seems like this body is only 15 years old. I wonder if it can be considered precocious even at the age of 15."

After thinking about this, he walked to the back garden. When he arrived, he saw a middle-aged man parked in a wheelchair in the garden's pavilion. Feng Feiyun, who had inherited the memories, was very clear that this person was his uncle ? Yang Yufeng.

Looking at Yang Yufeng from afar, he felt that even though he was already half-dead, he still gave off a feeling of calm, like a mountain, and a mighty and sharp feeling.

Yang Yufeng seemed to have sensed something as he turned around to look at Feng Feiyun and said: "Oh, Yun'er, come to my side."

"Uncle, how are you feeling?"

Yang Yufeng smiled and looked at him dotingly: "Yun'er, your father is an extraordinary person. Since he was young, he has been full of courage and will not yield no matter what difficulties there are. "You have to be as brave as your father. Even if your grandfather is going to die in the future, you have to live well no matter what happens to the Yang family, do you understand?"

Feng Feiyun was very touched. He, who had no family in his previous life, never thought that his relatives in this world would love him so much. He looked at Yang Yufeng with bloodshot eyes. He could feel that unique kinship, so he involuntarily threw himself into Yang Yufeng's arms and cried out, "Uncle, don't worry. Yun'er won't collapse. Yun'er will definitely be alive and well!"

Yang Yufeng always treated him like his own son; sometimes, he was even better than Yang Xiaotian.

"Okay, okay, men of our Yang family never shed tears. If you feel uncomfortable, go out and have some fun. There are no difficulties that you can't get through. "Your uncle has been sitting on this wheelchair for more than ten years."

"En, oh right, Uncle, can't I cultivate battle qi now that my meridians have been destroyed?" Feng Feiyun asked.

"About this, I heard that the War Emperor can use his battle qi to reconstruct his meridians, and your grandfather has been looking for trash like me for so many years. However, how could the existence of a Battle-Emperor be found so easily?" Yang Yulong lamented.

"En, don't worry Eldest Uncle. Grandfather will definitely find him. Rest well, I will go first." With that, Yang Xiao bid farewell to Yang Yufeng and returned to his room.

As he went back to his room, he started to practice his battle qi. He realized that he couldn't keep his battle qi because his meridians were twisted and his heart was not only unable to urge the movement of the battle qi, but also felt pain. The more he absorbed, the more painful it would be.

A thought lingered in his mind, "Although I don't care about fighting spirit or not, but I can feel that my family is going to despair step by step because of my matter." Most of the Yang family's military power has been lost, they can still maintain their current status because of this lucky grandfather of his is still alive, and also because of my reputation as someone who can surpass my grandfather in the future. But now, I have become a useless person. So, in order to make things easier for grandfather, in order to make things easier for uncle, in order to guarantee the status of the Yang family, I can continue to be the second generation official. It should be the third generation of government officials. I can't be a piece of trash, I finally got a family, I must revitalize it. I don't believe that the heavens made me an orphan my whole life and wanted me to be a good-for-nothing my whole life. "

For some reason, Feng Feiyun had a stubborn temper. Not only did he not give up, he stubbornly continued to absorb and convert the pain, failing to absorb and convert the pain, failing again in the midst of failure. When he was about to faint from the pain, the cool stream of air in his chest suddenly appeared again. Immediately, the pain slowly dissipated. Feiyun touched his chest and felt out a black stone. Ah, isn't this the stone he found in the original world? Why did they come through together? It was such a magical stone, it could actually release air currents to eliminate pain! "It seems like the reason for my previous headaches is because of it."

Feeling that the stone was not normal, he took the stone and studied it for a long time. However, he did not know what was so special about it, so he just threw it on the pillow.

Since he couldn't cultivate battle qi, he might as well go experience the city of this world. So, with a curious heart, he walked outside. Just as he walked to the door, the cute little white wolf ran up to his feet and hugged his leg, and whimpered ? Feng Feiyun lowered his head, then laughed and hugged it: "I know, I know, I'll take you with me, okay? Right, I should give you a name. Should I call you Little White or Little Flower? Or was it called Little Silver or Little Grass? Which one do you like? "

Black lines immediately appeared on the wolf cub's face. His two front paws clawed at the air in disarray, clearly protesting. He thought to himself, "You're the one who's got Little Flower Grass, and you're still a little worm!"

Hehe, Feiyun was immediately happy. He thought this world was full of humans, so he said: "Okay okay, I was just joking with you. We were fated to meet, and seeing your snow-white fur shining with a silver luster, I'll call you Cloud Wolf right? "

At this moment, the little white wolf nodded its head in satisfaction as it laid it against his chest. Thus, the little white wolf had a name that belonged to it.

After placing Xiao Yunlang on his shoulder, he turned around and walked on the street. As they walked, they muttered, "Even pets are smarter in this world. By the way, is he really a wolf? Are you sure it isn't a dog? "If I could bring a wolf out for a stroll in my previous life, who knows how many beautiful girls would have been bewitched by a white wolf."

At this moment, he still did not know what kind of 'pet' he had brought with him.