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Chapter 325: She is Princess Yongning, what does she not know? [1 more]

All this happened in a flash, leaving no time for people to react.

The old man only felt a sudden strong force pressing down on his bones, and in an instant he was unable to move.

"you--"

In order to trick Ye Wanlan into taking the exquisite eight-treasure box, the old man chose a stall that was not in a downtown area.

It's very quiet here, with only a few tourists passing by occasionally.

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

I was set up!

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

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

High-end hunters often appear in the form of prey.

Purposely pretending to be foolish and weak will make your opponent let down his guard, and eventually the momentum of attack and defense will be different.

And she is the real hunter.

At this point, how could the old man not know that he had fallen into Ye Wanlan's trap? His face turned pale with anger and he turned around to escape.

"Want to run?" Ye Wanlan said indifferently, "Can you run away?"

The old man was horrified to find that he was unable to use any magic at this moment. The power in his body seemed to be sealed by something, making him like a truly powerless old man. He was unable to escape Ye Wanlan's confinement at all.

Ye Wanlan raised his hand and struck the old man directly on the neck.

Not only did the force of this attack not decrease, but it actually increased.

People who are good at magic are often weaker than ordinary people if they have no protection.

The old man fainted without even a scream.

Ye Wanlan gradually stopped smiling, stretched out his leg, and kicked the old man lying on the ground.

"Miss Ye!" Binghe and Tiema ran over and saw that Ye Wanlan had bent down and took out a hemp rope to tie the old man up.

"They caught him so quickly?" Binghe poked his head out, very surprised, "No way, is this guy a fool?"

"He's not stupid. On the contrary, he's a little smart and knows what it means to set a trap." Ye Wanlan tied a knot and said in a light voice, "It's a pity that he thought the information he knew was all the information."

The exquisite eight-treasure box left by King Xiaoyao Yan Shunhua has indeed only appeared in a few words in unofficial history, and even the Archaeological Center of the Cultural Relics Bureau does not believe that it is a real cultural relic.

But she is different.

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

The mastermind behind this failed to draw blood yesterday, so it was impossible for him to give up.

The other party also knew that she was Yan Tingyue's disciple and was recording a public program, so they would definitely think of starting with her.

Ye Wanlan threw the old man to Binghe and Tiema, then bent down and picked up the exquisite eight-treasure box that had fallen on the ground.

Yan Shunhua has always treasured this box, and this was her first time to touch the exquisite eight-treasure box up close.

The eight sides of the box are seamlessly connected, without any gaps, and no mechanical locks are used.

Ye Wanlan turned the box around, but couldn't find a way to open it.

Is it really true that we can only use the blood of Yan Shunhua or the descendants of King Xiaoyao?

Ye Wanlan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Yan Shunhua often says one thing and means another, and eight out of ten of what he says are lies.

"Go back first." Ye Wanlan glanced at the things on the carpet again, his eyebrows raised, "You spent a lot of money to lure me here. Although these are not cultural relics, they are exquisitely crafted. Take them all back and divide them among you."

Binghe was delighted: "Yes!"

He knew that if he followed Miss Ye, he would be able to have a good meal!

Binghe and Tiema tied the old man to an iron chair, and specially got the latest shackles and prison clothes introduced by Bureau 723 to fix the old man and prevent him from escaping.

Afterwards, the two went to the mountain to collect herbs according to the list given by Ye Wanlan.

In a cabin in the woods.

Yan Tingyue slept for a whole day and 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 a prescription. Binghe and the others went to get the medicine."

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

Before she lost consciousness, she felt as if her internal organs were violently stirred by a sharp blade.

That moment was when she was closest to death.

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

How can one not be nostalgic for the vast land of China with its vast mountains and rivers?
Ye Wanlan reached out his hand and gently patted Yan Tingyue's back. While helping her to calm down, he used his inner strength to nourish her meridians: "Once a teacher, always a mother. How could I stand by and watch her die without helping?"

Yan Tingyue was slightly startled.

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

People cannot be without utilitarianism in their hearts, otherwise they will have no motivation to move forward. But if utilitarianism is the only thing left, then their eyes will be blinded sooner or later.

Yan Tingyue had never seen anyone like Ye Wanlan.

The girl's face has never concealed her huge ambitions and desires, but she is able to control her ambitions and desires to achieve her goals.

"Don't talk about me anymore." Yan Tingyue shook her head slightly, her expression gradually becoming serious, "Alan, someone wants to cut off the roots of Shenzhou. Today it's me, but tomorrow it will be someone else."

But today's China has not yet fully recovered and cannot withstand the pain it experienced three hundred years ago again.

"Well, I understand." Ye Wanlan said lightly, "If one comes, I'll kill one. If ten thousand come, I'll kill ten thousand."

All the barbarians inside and outside the country who dare to raise troops will be killed!

The land of China must never be violated.

The sound of wind chimes tinkled, the bamboo curtain of the hut was opened, and Yan Tingfeng walked in: "Mr. Yan, Xiao Wan."

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

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

Hearing this, Ye Wanlan paused what she was doing. She raised her eyes and glanced at Yan Tingfeng slowly.

Yan Tingfeng looked calm, as if he didn't receive this meaningful look.

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

After Yan Tingyue drank the medicine, she felt sleepy and soon fell into a deep sleep again.

Ye Wanlan covered her with the quilt and asked, "Where is she?"

"He's tied up in the cave next to us." Binghe patted his chest, "Even if he knows how to shrink bones and escape underground, he can't escape."

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

The old man hadn't woken up yet, and his neck was bruised.

Ye Wanlan had an indifferent expression and raised his hand and waved.

"Swish!"

With a flash of cold light, two golden needles penetrated into the old man's shoulders and neck.

“Ah——!!!” The old man suddenly let out a scream, which was extremely shrill.

He raised his head suddenly, and his body was covered with cold sweat, which soaked his clothes.

Ye Wanlan sat in front of him, clasping his hands together: "I won't ask you who you are loyal to, because I know I can't tell you. Where did you get this exquisite eight-treasure box?"

The golden needle brought the old man extremely excruciating pain, and he couldn't even faint.

His jaw was also fixed, so he couldn't bite his tongue to commit suicide, and could only endure it.

In fact, the old man still couldn't accept how he could be trapped here like a stray dog.

Now he heard Ye Wanlan accurately call out the name "Exquisite Eight Treasure Box", and his nerves exploded: "How did you know?!"

He came up with this plan because he was certain that the people of Shenzhou could not possibly know the existence of the Linglong Eight Treasure Box.

But he had planned everything, but he didn't expect that Ye Wanlan actually knew the Linglong Eight Treasure Box!

"I also want to know where you got the information that this box can only 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~~