Chapter 1681 Die or Not, I Have the Final Say

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Ye Hong only then understood that the ancient martial artist who he had been sensing in the dark was exactly this person.

Seeing this man looked at his hand with a bad expression, and there was a faint sign of pulling out his samurai sword, Ye Hong couldn't help but said coldly, "If you want him to live, don't move."

The man frowned slightly, took back the samurai sword, and stared coldly at Ye Hong's every move.

At this moment, the situation in An in Tian's body is even worse.

The breath overflowing from the heart kept going to other meridians in his body.

But the worst thing is that the rest of An Zaitian's body can't stand the toss!

"What a troublesome old man."

Ye Hong muttered, the breath in his body was like a surging river, pouring into An Zaitian's body.

Since the breath in An Zaitian's body is out of control, Ye Hong will take over the control of the breath in his body!

From this moment on, whether An Zaitian wants to die is not his decision, but Ye Hong's decision!

Because of the loss of a lot of breath, Ye Hong's face became paler.

Seeing Ye Hong's desperate attitude, the ancient warrior finally softened his expression.

Ten minutes later, An Zai Tian's restless aura was finally completely suppressed by Ye Hong.

But this is not the end.

If Ye Hong does not undergo follow-up treatment, there is still a risk of recurrence.

After the breath in the body calmed down, An Zaitian woke up from the state where he almost fainted.

He opened his eyes, looked at Ye Hong who was treating him with a serious face, shook his head and sighed: "Is this the ancient medical technique of the Yan Kingdom?

You are really good at it, you can even do this kind of thing.

But... you don't have to save a dying person like me.

I'm not worth your rescue either.

Just let me leave this world with all my sins. "

"Be quiet, it's disturbing my treatment!"

Ye Hong scolded unceremoniously.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." An Zaitian looked slightly embarrassed like a child who made a mistake.

Ye Hong adjusted An Zai Tian's injuries, glanced at him, and said lightly, "There is a tomb for you in An's Village."

An Zaitian's eyes trembled, and he looked at Ye Hong in amazement.

"Mom, although she never let us go to worship, but our family knows that she will go back to Anjia Village to sweep the tomb by herself every Qingming Festival.

It's just that we all pretend not to know. "

Ye Hong looked at An Zaitian with a moving face, and said disdainfully, "Do you think our wife, Mrs. An, you are these ruined treasures?

If you really feel guilty, just live well and apologize in front of her yourself!

This is the true way of atonement. "

An Zaitian was stunned for a while, and then burst into tears.

The whole room resounded the sound of An Zaitian's no longer suppressed crying.

This old man who is over seventy years old seems to want to combine all the sins of his life into these tears.

......

Half an hour later, Ye Hong walked out of the room.

There was the middle-aged ancient warrior who accompanied him out of the house.

As soon as he left the door, he stopped Ye Hong and said lightly, "My name is Shengong fifty-six, and An Lao is my adoptive father.

I am not an ancient samurai of the Sakura Kingdom, but a higher-level shadow samurai. "

Ye Hong's heart instantly understood.

He once heard Wu Chi say that there are several types of masters who want to play against each other the most, there is the type of Sakura National Shadow Warrior.

The shadow warriors of the Sakura Kingdom are equivalent to the ancient Taoist warriors of the Yan Kingdom.

But shadow warriors have a characteristic, that is, they are good at disguising their own breath.

No wonder Ye Hong had misunderstood his strength before.

However, Jingong Fifty-Six even told Ye Hong about such information and the identity of An Zaitian's adopted son. He must have a certain degree of trust in Ye Hong.