The meridians, skeletal muscles, and everything have returned to their best condition..."

"It's completely healed!"

Jiang Changhai's eyes turned red with excitement: "Lao Jiang, Zhao Sihai, based on your current state and your accumulation, there is absolutely no problem in retreating two levels. Yes, it should be difficult. It is logical and reasonable.

It's just a matter of time and accumulation...

...I haven’t lived long enough, even if I make a breakthrough, I can live another two thousand years... First, it is more than enough, but in terms of words, what is meant by God’s will always bless good people? That’s already over. Let’s see who dares to say good people.

Good news!"

"Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations."

Zhao Sihai's teeth were sore with envy, but he still wanted to say congratulations.

"Hey, a mere two thousand years of life is worth mentioning."

Jiang Chang and Hague were all shocked.

Yeats felt acid water coming out of his stomach. He wanted to curse from the bottom of his heart, but he held it back from the bottom of his heart.

"Please leave, please leave, and have tea in the room."

Ye Zhiqiu chuckled: "Brother Jiang, you don't have a good tea, but he is the one who recovered from your injury. As a small hero and a witness, the cup of tea belongs to him, no one else!"

As soon as Jiang Changhai recovered, he was in a state of excitement and excitement, and he spoke directly and freely. Of course, there was a lot of Yeats color in it!

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But now Ye Zhicai's attitude in speaking can be said to be completely different from what he said later. To put it mildly, it is necessary.

This unruly, this madness, this feeling of being a demon that I had later... is gone now.

It's not even a bit of a flattery.

The fragrance of tea lingers.

The two drank tea in silence for a long time without saying anything.

Jiang Changhai was so nervous that he wanted to open his mouth to speak. The boy's chronic illness, the boy's injury, and the boy's heart disease were suddenly cured. He was so nervous that at that moment, Ye Zhicai even wanted to lie down on the bed and sleep directly.

Enjoy it and regain the sense of rebirth.

As for Zhao Sihai, his mood was unspeakably simple.

what would you do?

That old thing is fine, but what about you?

The old guy has no room to retreat. Moreover, if he retreats two steps, he will not be close to the level of the four-color supreme... Let's talk about it first. It just means that even if he breaks through, he can still live for two thousand years.

...is enough to make people envious and jealous.

I've calculated everything, no matter how well I take care of myself, seventy years is not the limit... Two thousand years, it will just turn into a pile of white bones and directly decay into bone residue.

And that old thing's two thousand years is just the upper limit, just the beginning!

So... a mere two thousand years is more than enough. It's just words... it's the truth, it's the truth, that's all!

What the hell!

Thinking of that sentence, Ye Zhicai was not autistic in fits and starts, but wanted to talk in fits and starts.

If he is really rare, he will give it to you. If you are rare and you want it, you will get what you asked for!

Look at that old thing chewing sesame, his tail is so slow.

I was cursing externally, but I was also making calculations.

It seems that if I want to get treatment and get in touch with the miracle doctor, I really have to fall under Jiang Changhai. After all, I don’t have the skills of a princess to really get the medicine!

But, how can we get that old guy to take the initiative to help?

That's not difficult!

I just tried my best to ridicule the old man, but I still wiped away the tears from laughter, and the elders brought me medicine.

And he recovered.

That old face was really slapped...

Zhao Sihai's thousands of years of old face felt like he couldn't bear it any more.
Chapter completed!