My magic stick is going to heaven!

After the meal was over, Shang Yanzhou had almost finished asking, so he got up and left the dining table, and returned to sit in the living room with a more serious look on his face.

Seeing this, Wen Changlang followed him with a duck leg in his mouth, sat down opposite him, and asked:

"How did you come up with this?"

Shang Yanzhou glanced at his greasy mouth, then moved his position, and then answered him:

"Unintentionally learned some things, and felt a little unbelievable. I thought that Lianyi's body was a yin and yang remonstrance, and there should be records about it. If she hadn't forgotten this part, then she should know. This Caiyang Have you ever heard of the art of nourishing yin?"

Wen Changlang shook his head and thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "I've never heard of it. My grandfather never told me about this method of collecting yang and replenishing yin. Even if there was, it should have been lost. What now? Will appear?"

Shang Yanzhou's complex eyes swept across the beautiful woman not far away, and said in a deep voice:

"I'm afraid only she knows now."

"There have been two victims. I believe there will be No.3 soon. We must find the person who collects yang and replenishes yin."

Wen Changlang nodded in agreement, and then asked him:

"Do you already have someone who is suspicious? Is it Yun Jingqing?"

Hearing this, the solemn look on Shang Yanzhou's face disappeared, replaced by a teasing expression: "Why didn't you call Sister Yun? I looked at someone before and called it very smoothly."

Wen Changlang saw that he was like pouring a bucket of vinegar, and the sour smell choked his nose, so he burst out laughing:

"Shang Yanzhou, you are so cute as hell."

Shang Yanzhou narrowed his eyes: "Cute? Describe a man?"

Wen Changlang hummed: "Yeah, cute, so cute, I really wish I could kiss you."

After finishing speaking, Wen Changlang really went up to him, bit his lip hard, and sucked away a piece of silver thread when he left.

"I said, can you close the door and do such shameless things?"

Lian Yi came over full of food and drink, rolled her eyes and complained.

Wen Changlang nibbled another bite on Shang Yanzhou's lips chicly, and then proudly said:

"My pleasure."

Lian Yi: "..."

Seeing how proud someone is, she really wants to hit him.

Seeing that the flames of their war seemed to be faintly rising, Shang Yanzhou hurriedly said:

"Wen Changlang, sit still."

Wen Changlang glared at her fiercely, and then sat down reluctantly, his legs stretched out to the low table in demonstration, trembling.

Lian Yi didn't bother to fight against a little doll, so she raised her legs and curled up on the sofa, and said slowly:

"Little baby, you just asked me about that, didn't you just ask me?"

Shang Yanzhou nodded without concealing it, after all, she might need her help in this matter.

Lian thought that he spoke honestly, understood etiquette, was humble and handsome, so she spoke mercifully:

"Tell me, maybe I can help you."

Shang Yanzhou stopped Wen Changlang, who was about to jump violently, and then told the two cases that happened.

After listening, Lian Yi withdrew her cynical expression and turned to be serious. Obviously, she has enough interest in this matter.

"So, there are people in Shenyang City who know the art of harvesting yang and nourishing yin? I haven't seen this art of harvesting yang and nourishing yin for many years. I really miss it, haha."