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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Five The Dead May Not Be Resurrected

Cao Chong, whose courtesy name is Cang Shu, was the son of Cao Cao and Mrs. Huan. He has been smart and benevolent since childhood, and is unique and deeply loved by Cao Cao.

A brief piece of information about the boy in bed surged out from Cao Yi's memory.

"Please sir"

Cao Cao's voice came from behind.

Cao Yi nodded, walked closer, and grabbed Cao Chong's wrist.

Because Cao Chong's breath was very weak, Cao Yi lost his spiritual energy without coming up. Instead, he placed his hand in his heart and inputted it in a slight way, and then guided the spiritual energy towards Cao Chong's limbs and bones.

Mrs. Huan, who followed in, regarded Cao Yi as a deceiving alchemist. Her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned.

Time passed little by little, and the room was quiet and a needle fell down, and you could hear it clearly.

Cao Yi saw that it was almost done, and increased the intensity of the input spiritual energy. The damaged parts in Cao Chong's body were repaired incredibly.

If a doctor used medical instruments to monitor Cao Chong's body during this period, he would have been shocked. A person who was extremely weak and was about to die would become stronger again in about ten minutes.

Not far away, seeing Mrs. Huan, who had not made any name for Cao Yi for a long time, cast a complaining look at Cao Cao.

Cao Cao glared at her.

"Okay"

Cao Yishou left Cao Chong's heart position.

"Okay?"

When Mrs. Huan heard this, she came over and saw that Cao Chong was still motionless. She looked sick and raised her eyebrows.

Cao Yi ignored the woman and walked out.

"you"

Mrs. Huan was about to say something angry.

"Ah Mother"

A voice sounded.

In this quiet room, it was very abrupt.

Mrs. Huan shook her body and turned around suddenly, seeing her son opening his eyes, showing ecstasy.

Although Cao Cao, who was standing not far away, was also happy, he had not gone there.

Someone saved his son, but was treated rudely by his son's mother and must apologize.

Cao Cao chased him out.

After Cao Yi came out, he stood under a tree outside the door. When he heard the sound, he turned his head and said, "Prime Minister, why don't you go with the young master?"

Cao Cao crossed his hands and bowed solemnly: "Sir, he saved my father and son's lives, and his kindness is as good as a mountain."

"The Prime Minister is so serious"

Cao Yi returned a gift.

"Why did you get out of bed just in time?"

Mrs. Huan's voice came from the room.

Then, Cao Chong, who was wearing a single dress, walked out.

"clothing"

Mrs. Huan, who chased after her, put on a piece of clothing on Cao Chong despite the hot weather.

"Madam, this is the end of May"

Cao Yi couldn't laugh and cry at this dizzy woman.

Hearing Cao Yi's words, Mrs. Huan realized that she had done something stupid and took back the clothes she draped on Cao Chong's body.

Thinking of his attitude towards Cao Yi just now, Mrs. Huan said with a shame: "Thank you, Mr., for saving my son's life. I have been offensive just now, so please forgive me."

Cao Yi just nodded and did not return the gift.

Mrs. Huan straightened up, looked at Cao Chong, who was a little confused, and asked carefully: "Sir, Cang Shu's face is sallow, but the disease has not been cleared?"

It’s not cleared.

Drinking too much herbs will cause plant poisoning, causing yellow face.

Cao Yi coughed lightly and said, "Don't drink herbs, it will be fine in two days."

"oh"

Mrs. Huan felt relieved.

In fact, Cao Yi can cure Cao Chong at once, but he just doesn't want to waste his spiritual energy.

At this time, Cao Chong, who had been stunned for a long time, came to his senses, folded his hands and greeted Cao Cao: "The child has been ill for a long time, which makes his father worried."

"Should be greeted by the gentleman first"

Cao Cao pretended to be unhappy.

Cao Chong gave Cao Yi another gift: "Thank you, sir."

"Um"

Cao Yi received this gift.

I said a few more gossips.

Cao Cao led Cao Yi to leave the back house and headed to the temporary accommodation.

Under the clear moonlight, there is a deep locked yard by a quiet small lake.

"Open"

Cao Cao ordered.

The servant who came here came forward and opened the door.

"please"

Cao Cao raised his hand.

Cao Yi went in and found that although the furnishings inside were simple, they were uniquely elegant. At first glance, they were free and easy places for literati to live.

Cao Cao, who came in, looked at it with a remembrance look and said, "This courtyard was built by Fengxiao before I marched north to Wuhuan. Unfortunately, God was jealous of the talented people. Fengxiao died halfway through illness. The courtyard was idle until today. Mr. stayed here temporarily tonight, and there are other arrangements tomorrow."

Conscientious and filial piety!

It turned out that this was Guo Jiajian, the number one genius of the Three Kingdoms.

Cao Yi couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

"Sir, rest"

Cao Cao bowed his hand.

He walked out with a little sad expression.

"A person may not be able to be resurrected"

When Cao Yi walked to the door, he suddenly said something.

Cao Cao, who had just walked outside the yard, froze his body and slowly turned around, his eyes extremely sharp.

What I saw was Cao Yi who entered the room.

One breath, two breaths... Ten breaths, Cao Cao's sharp eyes were restrained, he turned around and walked forward. In just a few breaths, he sank into the darkness.

In a room with a strong sense of ancient style, Cao Yi bent over and touched the ground. It should be because of the frequent cleaning. There was no dust. He took out an old yellow cushion from the purple gold and red gourd and sat down.

It took half an hour to do evening classes.

Then, take out the "Imperial Sky Scroll" and slowly push it to "Returning to the Sun".

The hand rubbed the painting, and the bright red color was like blood, and the strange pattern of the red shore flower. Cao Yi said to himself: "The third type is to use a small amount of blood from his children as a guide and resurrect it with non-flesh bodies, such as clay sculptures and puppets, which look the same as ordinary people on the surface, and have a defect. The clay body is afraid of water, the wood body is afraid of fire, and can only survive for one century, that is, twelve years."

...

The red sun slowly rose from the eastern sky, and the blue sky gradually became brighter.

All this is announced, another morning is coming.

A faint mist was emitting a small lake surrounded by dozens of willow trees.

The fish slowly floated out of the water to breathe, and then swam leisurely.

A few birds were on the willow branches, motionless.

Everything seems peaceful and peaceful.

Suddenly, the door of the courtyard next to it opened, and Cao Yi, wearing a blue Taoist robe, walked out.

There was also an eagle standing on his shoulders with his neck raised and looking around, looking very arrogant.

"I asked you to look after the house, but I actually ran out secretly."

Cao Yi reached out and knocked Xiaotian's furry head.

Xiaotian subconsciously wanted to take revenge. When he was about to peck Cao Yishou, he realized that he had made a mistake and stopped suddenly.

"Go to play"

Cao Yi's shoulders trembled.

Xiaotian flapped his wings, flew to the willow tree, and shouted a few times at the birds beside him. I don’t know whether to say hello or ask them to get out.

Several birds were bigger than Xiaotian, so they ignored it.

Sigh!

Xiaotian directly launched an attack.

A few birds retreated in just two rounds.
Chapter completed!
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