Report to the lady! The young masters are madly infatuated with a village girl

Yang Xining hugged Tang Ji and hurriedly got into the car.

She fastened Tang Ji's seat belt and said, "Tang Ji, wait a moment. I'm afraid they are in danger. I'll go back to support them."

Tang Ji saw blood on Yang Xining's palm and recalled the scene where she had just grasped Li Wan's sharp fruit knife with her bare hands.

"Wait a minute, big sister, isn't your hand bleeding? Let me bandage it for you."

He quickly found a hemostatic bandage from his schoolbag and prepared to treat Yang Xining's wound.

However, just as he was about to take action, he was surprised to find that the scars on Yang Xining's hands had disappeared.

Tang Ji was stunned. He blinked, trying to confirm whether he had seen it wrong.

But the fact is that there is no trace of wound on Yang Xining's palm except for the remaining blood.

"Oh, it's okay now." Yang Xining looked at his wound, his tone seemed a little understated.

She had also experienced this situation when she was still Yang Xining.

But that was when he was a child, and little Yang Xining was cutting vegetables seriously.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain. It turned out that my finger was accidentally cut by the knife.

Bright red blood gushed out instantly, and Xiao Xining panickedly looked for a hemostatic patch, hoping to stop the sudden wound as soon as possible.

My mother was still alive at the time. Seeing this, she waved her hand and comforted him, "Ning'er, don't look for him. He will be well soon."

Sure enough, not long after, the scar disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Xiao Xining looked at his hands in surprise, his heart full of confusion and curiosity.

The mother saw Xiao Xining's confusion and gently told him a secret.

It turns out that Yang Xining has a special physique and can heal quickly once injured.

But the mother warned Xiao Xining that this secret must not be told to others casually, otherwise if someone knew it, he might be caught and experimented on.

So, from then on, Xiao Xining understood that he was different.

In order to avoid getting hurt, Xiao Xining at that time practiced fighting in his own martial arts gym almost every day to make himself stronger.

Today, I am faced with something similar to wound healing again.

Yang Xining couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

It seems that her female body has the same physical constitution as when she was a man.

Now, she was even more certain that she might have possessed her half-sister after her death.

She couldn't help but secretly mutter about Yang Mingjun.

Dad, I actually believed that you were devoted to Mom.

Bah, it turns out you also make the same mistakes that all men make.

I finally see you clearly.

You stinky old dad, you bad old dad, when I go to the capital in a few days, I will give you a good beating.

Yang Xining was thinking in his mind how to discipline his father.

I didn't notice that there was a hint of inquiry in Tang Ji's eyes.

At this moment, he felt a little ecstatic.

Could it be... Could it be that she had also eaten mermaid flesh...

Tang Ji thought about why the monster didn't attack Yang Xining.

This woman must have something extraordinary.

Otherwise, try her...

"Tang Ji, I'll be back soon, you..."

Before Yang Xining finished speaking, he felt a familiar stinging pain in his neck.

Before she fell into coma, she vaguely saw a mysterious smile on Tang Ji's face.

Then darkness enveloped her again.

When Yang Xining woke up again, she found that it was dark outside and only the faint moonlight shone on her face through the window.

She looked around and saw that in addition to the bed she was lying on, there was also a shabby table and a few chairs in the cabin.

He was lying on a simple wooden bed, his limbs tied with rough ropes, unable to move.

She suddenly remembered that before she fell into coma, it was Tang Ji!

He was the one who knocked her out.

With a creaky sound, the wooden door suddenly opened.

When Yang Xining heard the noise, his heart tightened and he stared at the door.

Tang Ji walked in holding a lamp and a plate of food in his hands.

There was inquiry and excitement in his eyes.

"woke up?"

Yang Xining glared at him and asked, "Tang Ji, what do you mean? Why are you doing this to me? Let me go!"

Tang Ji did not answer her question directly, but walked to the table and sat down. He gently poured a glass of water, and his movements revealed a calmness and composure that was beyond his age.

Then he handed it to Yang Xining's lips.

Yang Xining looked at him angrily and didn't drink.

Tang Ji was not angry, but drank it all in one gulp.

"Don't look at me like that. Actually, Li Wanqing, my so-called mother, is not wrong. I am indeed not a good person."

When Yang Xining heard this, he frowned slightly: "Tang Ji, stop joking."

He looked into Yang Xining's eyes with a sharp gaze and said word by word: "Listen carefully, my surname is Xuanyuan, and my given name is Ji. Xuanyuan Ji, please remember this name, because from now on, this name will be closely connected with you, Yang Xining, and will become your lifelong partner."

Yang Xining was stunned by his serious look. After a while, she used laughter to cover up the turmoil in her heart: "What are you talking about? You are only 7 years old."

Xuanyuan Ji glanced at her calmly with his extremely lonely eyes: "I am not 7 years old, I have lived... for more than years."

Yang Xining's smile froze on her face. She couldn't believe her ears: "Are you lying to me?"

More than eight hundred years?

Could it be that he is also possessed by a spirit?

After he died eight hundred years ago, he possessed Tang Ji.