My Past Life Exposure Shocked the Whole Internet Chapter 325

Chapter 325 She is Princess Yongning, what doesn't she know? 【1 update】

This all happened in a flash, leaving no time for anyone to react.

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

"you-"

In order for Ye Turning to take the bait and take away the exquisite eight-treasure box, the old man chose a stall that was not in the downtown area.

This place is very deserted, with only a few tourists passing by occasionally.

But it was also at this moment that he discovered that there was no third person on the road except him and Ye Turnlan.

Being tricked!

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

“Ling me here?” Ye Banlan smiled slightly, “How do you know that you are a hunter?”

High-end hunters often appear as prey.

Deliberately pretending to be ignorant and weak to make the opponent relax their vigilance. In the end, the offensive and defensive momentum will be different.

And she is the real hunter.

At this time, how could the old man not know that he had fallen into the trap of turning the tide in the night? His expression suddenly changed, and he turned around to run away.

"Want to run away?" Ye Banlan looked indifferent, "Can you run away?"

The old man was horrified to find that he was unable to use magic at this moment. The power in his body seemed to be blocked by something, making him like a truly powerless old man who could not escape the confinement of Ye Turning. .

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

This blow not only failed to reduce its force, but actually increased its force.

Those who are good at magic tend to be weaker than ordinary people if their bodies are not protected.

The old man didn't even let out a scream and passed out directly.

Ye Wanlan stopped smiling little by little, stretched out his legs, and kicked the old man lying on the ground.

"Miss Ye!" Binghe and Tiema ran over and saw that Ye Bunlan had already bent down, took out the hemp rope and **** the old man.

"Caught so quickly?" Binghe looked at him, surprised, "No way, is this person a fool?"

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

The exquisite eight-treasure box left by Xiaoyao Wang Yan Shunhua has indeed only appeared in a few remarks in unofficial history. Even the Archaeological Center of the Cultural Relics Bureau does not think it is a real cultural relic.

But she is different.

She had seen Yan Shunhua show off the exquisite eight-treasure box to her and King Qin Hua Yingyue, so she could quickly judge whether the exquisite eight-treasure box in the old man's hand was really a relic of King Xiaoyao.

The person behind the scenes failed to collect blood yesterday, so it was naturally impossible to give up.

And the other party also knew that she was Yan Tingyue's disciple and was recording the program publicly, so he would definitely want to start with her.

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

Yan Shunhua has always treasured this box, and this is also the first time she has touched the exquisite eight-treasure box up close.

The eight sides of the box are integrated without any gaps, and no mechanical lock is used.

Ye Turnan turned the box around, but could not find a way to open it for the time being.

Could it be that the only way to use the hard work of Yan Shunhua or Queen Xiaoyao was?

Ye Puanlan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Yan Shunhua often doesn't mean what he says. Eight out of ten sentences he says are false.

"Go back first." Ye Banlan glanced at the things on the carpet again and raised his eyebrows, "In order to lure me here, I spent a lot of money. Although these are not cultural relics, they are exquisitely made. Take them all back and divide them among you. That's it.”

Binghe was beaming: "Yes!"

He knew that if he followed Miss Ye, he could have meat to eat!

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

Subsequently, the two of them went to the mountain to collect herbs according to the list given by Ye Puanlan.

In a cabin in the woods.

Yan Tingyue slept for a day and a night, and finally woke up leisurely. "Teacher." Ye Banlan stepped forward and helped Yan Tingyue sit up, "You have lost too much blood and must rest well these days. I wrote the prescription, and Binghe and the others went to get the medicine."

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

Before she lost consciousness, she felt as if her internal organs had been violently stirred by some sharp blade.

At that moment, she was the closest to death.

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

The vast land of China, with thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, how could it not be missed?

Ye Bianlan stretched out his hand and patted Yan Tingyue's back. While calming her down, he used his inner energy to warm her meridians: "I am a teacher for one day and a mother for the rest of my life. How could I not save her at the sight of death?"

Yan Tingyue was slightly startled.

Years ago, when she was working at the Yunjing Art Association, she saw 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 only utilitarianism is left, then sooner or later their eyes will be obscured.

Yan Tingyue has never seen anyone like Ye Banlan.

The girl's face has never concealed her majestic ambition and desire, but she is able to control her ambition and desire to achieve her own goals.

"Don't talk about me anymore." Yan Tingyue shook her head slightly, her expression gradually becoming serious, "A Lan, someone wants to cut off the roots of China. If it's me today, then it will be someone else tomorrow."

But today's China has not yet fully recovered and cannot bear the pain of three hundred years ago.

"Yes, I understand." Ye Banlan said lightly, "If one comes, kill one. If ten thousand come, then kill ten thousand."

Any barbarians inside and outside who dare to call themselves soldiers will be killed!

The land of China must not be invaded.

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

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

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

Hearing this, Ye Banlan paused with her hands. She raised her eyes and glanced at Yan Tingfeng slowly.

Yan Tingfeng looked calm, as if he did not receive this meaningful glance.

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

After Yan Tingyue drank the medicine, she felt sleepy and soon fell asleep again.

Ye Turning the Lanlan covered her with a quilt: "Where is he?"

“He is **** in the cave next to him.” Binghe patted his chest, “Even if he knows the bone-shrinking technique and the earth-escape technique, he will never be able to escape.”

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

The old man hasn't woken up yet, and his neck is bruised and swollen.

Ye Puanlan looked calm and raised his hand to wave.

“Shuashua!”

There was a flash of cold light, and two golden needles were inserted into both sides of the old man's shoulders and neck.

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

He raised his head suddenly, a cold sweat broke out on his body, and his clothes were wet.

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

The golden needles caused the old man such excruciating pain that he couldn't even faint even if he wanted to.

His jaw was also fixed and he could not bite his tongue to kill himself, he could only endure it forcefully.

Even now, the old man still can't accept how he could be trapped here like a lost dog.

Now he heard Ye Banglan accurately call out the name "Linglong Eight Treasure Box", and his nerves suddenly exploded: "How do you know?!"

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

But he had calculated everything, but he never expected that Ye Banglan would actually know the Linglong Eight Treasure Box!

"I also want to know, where did you know that this box can only be opened with my teacher's blood." Ye Banglan slowly raised his eyes, "After all, Yan Shunhua told me personally that only his heart's blood can be opened."

Good morning~~

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