Chapter 172: Unable to Calm Down, Looting! [2 More]

"Calm down, you must calm down..." Fang Qingya took a deep breath, "Yun Yi is right, two O-type blood can also give birth to AB-type, it is possible..."

The first few pages of the identification results have a lot of professional terms, Fang Qingya can't understand them at all.

She has been a bad student since she was a child and hates studying.

She barely passed the high school entrance examination, and was later sent abroad by the Fang family. She went to a foreign university by donating money.

The more Fang Qingya turned the pages, the more her hands trembled.

Until the last page, her eyes suddenly widened.

[V. Identification conclusion]:

After the identification center's identification, A and B are not mother and daughter.

Fang Qingya breathed quickly and quickly turned to the second identification book.

[V. Identification conclusion]:

After the identification center's identification, A and C are not father and daughter.

Fang Qingya did the identification secretly, of course she didn't dare to use her real name.

At this moment, she looked at the two identification results and was completely panicked.

She was really not the child of the Fang family master and Mrs. Fang? !

What should I do?

What should I do?

At the age of 23, how could she not be the daughter of the Fang family? !

Then who is it?

Whose position did she take?

For a moment, Fang Qingya's thoughts were in a mess. It was not until the sound of footsteps woke her up that she tore up the appraisal certificate like crazy and ran back to the Fang family.

"Xiaoya, where have you been again?" Seeing her, Mrs. Fang took a deep breath, "How many times have I said that you are not allowed to leave the house without my permission in the future."

"Mom, I know I was wrong." Fang Qingya burst into tears, "I will definitely listen to you in the future, and I will do whatever you tell me to do."

Mrs. Fang was shocked: "Xiaoya, you won't be stimulated, right?"

Fang Qingya has always been arrogant and never showed such an expression. What happened?

"Mom, I ran out of the house today and fell down. I thought I was going to die." Fang Qingya sobbed, "I will be obedient, don't drive me away."

"I think you fell down and became stupid." Mrs. Fang frowned, "You are my daughter, how could I drive you away, wash your hands and eat quickly."

Fang Qingya couldn't help but shiver.

She had something on her mind, and this sentence had a completely different meaning to her -

If she wasn't a member of the Fang family, wouldn't she be driven away?

No...absolutely not!

As long as she kept this secret, no one would know.

A hint of viciousness flashed across Fang Qingya's eyes. She had to find the real daughter of the Fang family first, and then get rid of her immediately!

Only in this way could she feel at ease.

**

The next day, Jiangcheng No. 7 Middle School, psychological counseling room.

Ye Wanlan pushed open the door.

The sun was just right, drifting in from the window, scattered on the man's silver-white long hair, shining and brilliant.

"Miss Ye, please sit down." Yan Tingfeng coughed twice slightly, and his face was a little pale compared to usual days, "I'm not feeling well, sorry for making fun of me."

Ye Wanlan didn't say anything, just glanced at him.

Yan Tingfeng was silent for half a second, but still stretched out his hand.

Seeing this scene, Binghe was very surprised.

He reached out and bumped Tiema's arm, lowering his voice and saying, "Tietie, I've never seen the young master so obedient. Miss Ye is really a god, and I admire her."

Tiema had no expression on his face: "I advise you not to say anything."

Binghe wondered: "Why? I'm telling the truth."

Tiema still had no expression: "Because I will complain."

Binghe: "..."

It turns out that the real villain is by his side!

"The breath is disordered, and the internal force fluctuations are abnormal." Ye Wanlan pressed Yan Tingfeng's chest with his other hand, and said in a cold tone, "Spit it out, don't hold it in."

As soon as this sentence fell, Yan Tingfeng spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Sir!" Binghe and Tiema were both shocked.

"It's OK." Yan Tingfeng raised his hand to stop him. "It's just blood stasis. It's okay."

"You know it's blood stasis, but you still endure it. Don't you know it's uncomfortable and painful?" Ye Wanlan took out a tissue again and wiped the blood from his lips. "What have you been doing?"

Yan Tingfeng shook his head, smiled and sighed softly: "It's an illness. It happens two or three times a year. It doesn't hurt."

No matter how strong a person's physical fitness is, he is still a living being composed of cells.

Even if martial arts and magic can increase lifespan, it is impossible to increase it to three hundred years.

He woke up in the early 21st century. He was able to open his eyes again because his body was instantly frozen after sleeping, and he was protected by Beiming magic.

But recently, Yan Tingfeng felt that he was about to reach his limit.

It's just that his mission has not been completed, and there are too many regrets. He always has to keep going.

"There's so much blood, but it doesn't hurt." Ye Wanlan frowned, "Xue Qing just gave me a dose of medicine today. I'll go and cook the medicine. You drink these cups of tea first."

Yan Tingfeng responded very meekly without any resistance.

Binghe wanted to continue complaining, but he was afraid that Tiema would use him to exchange for a bonus, so he could only swallow his words.

"Hey, I just went out for a while, why is there a bloody smell in the room?" Rong Yu walked in, a little surprised, "Did you destroy the body in the room?"

Yan Tingfeng raised his eyes slightly and said lightly: "You can try."

"Hey, I'm kidding." Rong Yu said, "I just met classmate Ye. She is treating you, right? You should be content to meet classmate Ye. I think you can live a long life."

Yan Tingfeng supported his head with his hands and smiled lightly when he heard the words: "Then I'll borrow your good wishes."

"By the way, it's been three months and you still haven't found that woman?" Rong Yu asked, "Looking at how neat her methods are, I guess she must be a regular on the hacker list and she must be in the Global Center. No wonder Jiang Cheng is looking for her. Not yet.”

Yan Tingfeng's eyes were dark, and he clasped the fingers of his right hand into a ring and tapped the palm of his left hand without saying a word.

"I didn't even find you. Did Bureau 723 also help me find it? No." Rong Yu suddenly said, "Why don't you ask classmate Ye to help you find it? Her method of restoring surveillance is amazing!"

"What are you looking for?" Ye Wanlan opened the door and came in, holding a bowl of medicine.

"Looking for—" As soon as Rong Yu said one word, Yan Tingfeng stood up and held his shoulders.

He only felt a murderous aura surrounding him, as if a knife would be unsheathed and cut off his throat in the next moment.

"Looking for someone, last time a beggar sneaked into China, but suddenly ran away again." Yan Tingfeng replied with a slight smile, "I suspect someone is helping him, but I can't find any traces, and it's hard to tell you. "

Ye Banglan raised his eyebrows: "Well, I will help you look for it."

Although Wen Chaosheng, the ghost-fighting brother, was not very popular, he was not a bad person, and she would help cover it up.

"Drink the medicine." Ye Banlan placed the medicine bowl in front of Yan Tingfeng, "I made it temporarily and it's a bit bitter. I'll give you a candy after you drink it."

Yan Tingfeng picked up the bowl of medicine and seemed to sigh again: "Miss Ye is very skilled in coaxing children."

"I always treat you with courtesy first, then attack." Ye Banlan waited for him to finish drinking, then took out a candy from his pocket, "If you don't take the initiative to drink, I will force-fed it."

Hearing this, Yan Tingfeng blinked gently and said calmly: "I have never tried this method of drinking medicine."

You can try it next time.

**

On the other side, the Archaeological Center of the Yunjing Cultural Relics Bureau.

At the gate, Professor Xue looked at the middle-aged man who almost knelt down to hug his thigh, and said helplessly: "Why are you following me? Stop following me."

"Old Xue, she really doesn't want to sell it?" The middle-aged man reluctantly said, "This is a dagger made by King Yan himself. I really can't bear to part with it."

"Go, go, Princess Yongning's Tongxin Pei and Princess Jing'an's Golden Bu Yao are not enough?" Professor Xue glared, "Don't be too greedy. I still count on us to turn the tide for future archaeological projects."

"Hey, let me touch it again, just once." The middle-aged man stretched out his hand, but Professor Xue took it and put it into the box.

"Stop touching it, I have to catch a flight."

"Okay, okay, you go to Jiangcheng first, I will go see him." The middle-aged man sighed and turned back.

Professor Xue hugged the box tightly and wiped his sweat: "These old guys are really difficult to deal with."

But it's no wonder that they didn't want to let go of a cultural relic of this level. He had to send it back to Ye Banlan as soon as possible.

Professor Xue was about to get in the car when a slightly arrogant voice sounded from behind him: "Wait, are you allowed to leave? I haven't let you leave yet."

Someone beside him said respectfully: "Young Master Xiang Si."

Xiang family?

Professor Xue turned around and saw a young man who looked very young.

"I heard from my family that a dagger made by King Yan is here." The young man shrugged, "I came over to take a look. It's in the box, right?"

Before Professor Xue could react, the young man stepped forward, reached out and opened the box, his eyes lit up: "It was indeed made by King Yan!"

He directly ordered the guards beside him to control Professor Xue, and he picked up the box containing the dagger.

Professor Xue's eyes widened: "What are you doing? This is not your thing!"

"Why not?" The young man turned his head, "Listen up, old man, my last name is Xiang."

Professor Xue said angrily: "What happened to your last name?"

He is a descendant of the Xiang family, the Xiang royal family, and the cultural relics should belong to his family. Now the director of the Yunjing Museum is his uncle. What's wrong with him holding a dagger?

No.

"Anyway, you have no intention of sending this dagger to the museum. What's wrong with me?" The young man patted Professor Xue's face with the dagger. "Tell the original owner of this dagger to come to Xiang's house to get it if you have the ability." ”

In the past two days, when I was typing, my cat kept jumping on my keyboard... Damn it!

See you tomorrow~~