Only Jun Yueze looked indifferently and nodded. "Yes, when I was eight years old, I was kidnapped by my parents' enemies and forced to take a drug. This medicine made my dantian shrink and could not be cultivated. The break melts."

"Ah-!" Xiao Yan exclaimed, tears swirled in his eyes, she did not think, the young master actually suffered such a bitter.

He did not care about these long-standing things, but continued: "But your veins have returned to normal? How to recover?"

Jun Yueze shook his head. "I don't know. The kind of medicine made me very painful. I fainted in the past. When I woke up, my meridians returned to normal, but my legs could no longer walk. Dan Tian also completely disappeared. I can't practice again. But my mind has become sober, especially for some of the elements in the air, which can be clearly captured..."

He listened carefully, and then the brows became wrinkled and tighter, and the look was unbelievable.

Finally, Ji Weicheng, who has been silent for a long time, couldn’t help but ask: "Miss Yan, what is the illness of the young master? You... can you save?"

Bend your fingers and tap the edge of the bed.

She did not answer the words of Ji Weicheng, but took the hand of Jun Yueze and entered a small amount of wood.

The powerful vitality of the origin of the wood makes the face of Jun Yueze better at the speed visible to the naked eye.

The original air that hovered over his head seemed to have dissipated a lot.

"Okay! The younger face is much better!" Ah Qing exclaimed excitedly. "Miss, you are so amazing!"

He said coldly: "Don't be too happy, it's just a cure."

She looked at Jun Yueze, her eyes blinked for a moment, and her voice was deep: "If I said, before I heal you, I need to cut open your body and even check your head. Are you willing?"

"Cut... split the body and the head?!" Aqing and Xiaoxi are discolored. "Is it necessary to open the brain? This is not the case when the Mahayana monk is opened and the brain is not necessarily able to survive, let alone the young master. So weak body! Miss Yan, is there really only one way?"

Qinglan snorted for a moment: "What's so great about cutting my head, our lady has already had surgery for Huiyue Supreme. Hey, ignorant!"

He did not pay attention to their words, but looked at Jun Yue Ze.

Jun Yueze nodded: "Well, when will it start?"

The voice of the youth is very calm. There is no pretense, no fear, no uneasiness, only calmness in life and death.

I have a shallow smile on my face. "The sooner the better, but your body is too weak, and you may not be able to bear the risk of surgery. So after three days. You have to listen to me in these three days. I don't care. I don't. What you are doing, not letting you eat, not letting you touch it, you can’t do it all, have you heard it?”

Jun Yueze smiled and nodded: "Well, I will follow the doctor's advice."

The old lady of Clouds couldn’t help but laugh out. "Hey, you talked to your cousin, it’s really welcome!"

"Grandmother?" Then I found out that Mrs. Cloud was actually in the house.

She walked to the old lady of Yun, curiously said: "Cousin? Which cousin?"

Mrs. Yun’s wife looked at Jun Yue Ze and smiled and looked at her.

I was scared by a big jump: "You said that Mr. Jun is my cousin?! How is it possible? His surname is Jun, and he is not surnamed Anling!"

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