My Past Life Exposure Shocked the Whole Internet

Chapter 172 Can’t calm down, plunder! 【2 more】

"Calm down, you must calm down..." Fang Qingya kept taking deep breaths, "Yun Yi is right, two people with type O blood can also give birth to type AB, yes..."

There are a lot of professional terms in the first few pages of the appraisal results, which Fang Qingya can’t understand at all.

She has not been good at studying since she was a child and hates studying.

 She barely passed the high school, and the Fang family planned to send her abroad.

The more he turned, the more Fang Qingya’s hands shook.

 Until the last page, her eyes suddenly widened.

 【V. Identification Conclusion】：

 After identification by the identification center, A and B are not related as mother and daughter.

Fang Qingya breathed quickly and hurriedly opened the second appraisal certificate.

 【V. Identification Conclusion】：

 After identification by the identification center, A and C are not father and daughter.

 She is really not the child of the head of the Fang family and Mrs. Fang? !

Fang Qingya has always been arrogant and would never show such an expression. What happened?

"Mom, I ran out of the house today and fell. I thought I was going to die." Fang Qingya sobbed, "I will be obedient, don't drive me away."

"I think you fell silly." Mrs. Fang frowned, "You are my daughter, how could I drive you away? Wash your hands and eat quickly."

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 The next day, Jiangcheng No. 7 Middle School, psychological consultation room.

what to do?

 What should we do?

 At the age of twenty-three, how could she not be the daughter of the Fang family? !

Fang Qingya's eyes flashed with a trace of evil. She must first find the real daughter of the Fang family and then get rid of her immediately!

Mrs. Fang couldn't help being surprised: "Xiaoya, you won't be irritated, right?"

The sun was just right, drifting in from the window, and scattered on the man's long silver-white hair, shining brightly and brilliantly.

 There is something wrong in her mind, and the meaning of this sentence completely changes to her ears——

Then who is?

 Whose place does she occupy?

For a moment, Fang Qingya's thoughts were confused. It wasn't until the sound of footsteps woke her up that she frantically tore the appraisal certificate into pieces and ran back to Fang's house.

"Mom, I know I was wrong." Fang Qingya cried bitterly, "I will definitely listen to you in the future, and I will do whatever you ask me to do."

 No...Absolutely not!

 As long as she keeps this secret, no one will know.

"Xiaoya, where have you been?" Seeing her, Mrs. Fang took a deep breath, "How many times have I told you that you are not allowed to leave the house without my permission."

At this moment, she looked at the two identification results and was completely panicked.

Fang Qingya did the appraisal secretly, so of course she didn’t dare to use her real name.

 Only in this way can she feel at ease.

If she was not from the Fang family, wouldn't she be driven away?

“Ms. Ye, sit down.” Yan Tingfeng coughed twice, and his face looked a little pale compared to usual. “I’m not in good health. I’m just kidding.”

Ye Tuanlan opened the door.

Fang Qingya couldn't help but shiver.

Ye Pianlan didn't say anything, just glanced at him.

Yan Tingfeng was silent for half a second and then stretched out his hand.

 Seeing this scene, Binghe was very surprised.

He reached out and bumped Tie Ma's arm, and said in a low voice: "Tie Tie, I have never seen the young master be so obedient. Miss Ye is really a god, and I admire her deeply."

Tiema’s face was expressionless: “I advise you not to say anything.”

Binghe wondered: "Why? I'm telling the truth."

 Tiema remained expressionless: "Because I will file a complaint."

Glacier: “…”

 It turns out that a real villain is by his side!

"The breath is disordered and the internal energy fluctuates abnormally." Ye Banlan pressed his other hand on Yan Tingfeng's chest and said in a cold tone, "Spit it out, don't hold it back."

As soon as he said these words, Yan Tingfeng spit out a mouthful of blood.

 “Sir!” Binghe and Tiema were both shocked.

"It's okay." Yan Tingfeng raised his hand to stop it, "It's congestion, it's okay."

"You know it's bruises but you can't bear it, don't you know how uncomfortable and painful it is?" Ye Banlan took out a tissue again and wiped the blood off his lips, "What did you do?"

Yan Tingfeng shook his head, smiled softly and sighed: "It's an illness. It happens two or three times a year. It doesn't actually hurt."

No matter how strong a person’s physical fitness is, he or she is still a living thing composed of cells.

Even if martial arts and magic can increase life span, it is impossible to increase it to 300 years.

He woke up at the beginning of the 21st century. He was able to open his eyes again because his body was instantly frozen after falling asleep, and he was protected by Beiming's magic. But recently, Yan Tingfeng felt more and more that he was reaching his limit.

 It's just that the mission has not been completed and there are too many regrets. He will always have to continue to hold on.

“There is so much blood, but it still doesn’t hurt.” Ye Banlan frowned, “Xueqing just gave me a portion of medicine today. I’m going to make the medicine. You drink these cups of tea first.”

Yan Tingfeng complied meekly without any resistance.

Binghe wanted to continue to complain, but he was afraid that Tie Ma would use him to exchange for bonuses, so he could only swallow his words.

"Hey, I just went out for a while, why does the house smell like blood?" Rong Yu walked in, a little surprised, "You destroyed the corpses in the house?"

Yan Tingfeng raised his eyes slightly and said calmly: "You can try it."

"Hey, I'm just kidding." Rong Yu said, "I just met classmate Ye. She is treating you, right? Just be satisfied with meeting classmate Ye. I think you can live a long life."

Yan Tingfeng held his head in his hands and smiled lightly when he heard this: "Then I'll lend you some good advice."

"By the way, it's been three months and you haven't found that woman yet?" Rong Yu asked, "Looking at her skills, I guess she must be a regular on the hacker list. She must be in the Global Center. No wonder Jiang Cheng is looking for her. Not yet.”

Yan Tingfeng's eyes were dark, and he clasped the fingers of his right hand into a ring, tapping the palm of his left hand lightly, without saying a word.

"I haven't even found you. Did Bureau 723 also help me find it? No." Rong Yu suddenly said, "Why don't you ask classmate Ye to help you find it? Her method of restoring surveillance is amazing!"

"What are you looking for?" Ye Banlan opened the door and came in, holding a bowl of medicine.

“Looking for—” As soon as Rong Yu said one word, Yan Tingfeng stood up and held his shoulder.

 He only felt a murderous aura surrounding him, as if a knife would be unsheathed and cut off his throat at the next moment.

"Looking for someone, last time a beggar sneaked into China, but suddenly ran away again." Yan Tingfeng replied with a slight smile, "I suspect someone is helping him, but I can't find any traces, and it's hard to tell you. "

Ye Puanlan raised his eyebrows: "Well, I will help you look for it."

Although Wen Chaosheng, the ghost-fighting brother, is not very popular, he is not a bad person, and she will help cover it up.

"Drink the medicine." Ye Banlan placed the medicine bowl in front of Yan Tingfeng, "I made it temporarily and it's a bit bitter. I'll give you a candy after you drink it."

Yan Tingfeng picked up the bowl of medicine and seemed to sigh again: "Miss Ye is very skilled in coaxing children."

“I always treat you with courtesy first, then attack with force.” Ye Banlan waited for him to finish drinking, then took out a candy from his pocket, “If you don’t take the initiative to drink, I will force-fed it.”

Hearing this, Yan Tingfeng blinked slightly and said unhurriedly: "I have never tried this method of drinking medicine."

  You can try it next time.

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 On the other side, the Archaeological Center of Yunjing Cultural Relics Bureau.

At the gate, Professor Xue looked at the middle-aged man who almost knelt down and hugged his thigh, and said helplessly: "Why are you following me? Stop following me."

"Old Xue, she really doesn't want to sell it?" The middle-aged man said reluctantly, "This is a dagger made by King Yan himself. I really can't bear to part with it."

“Go, go, go, Princess Yongning’s Tongxin Pei and Princess Jing’an’s Golden Step are not enough?” Professor Xue glared, “Don’t be too greedy, I still count on us to turn the tide for future archaeological projects.”

“Hey, let me touch it again, just once.” The middle-aged man stretched out his hand, but Professor Xue took it and put it into the box.

 “Stop touching it, I have to catch a plane.”

“Okay, okay, you go to Jiangcheng first, and I will go see him.” The middle-aged man sighed and turned back.

Professor Xue hugged the box tightly and wiped his sweat: "These old guys are really difficult to deal with."

 But for a cultural relic of this level, it’s no wonder that they didn’t want to let it go. He had to send it back to Ye Banlan as soon as possible.

Professor Xue was about to get in the car when a slightly arrogant voice sounded from behind him: "Wait, are you allowed to leave? I haven't let you go yet."

Someone beside him said respectfully: "Young Master Xiang Si."

Xiang family?

Professor Xue turned around and saw a young man who looked very young.

"I heard from my family that a dagger made by King Yan came here." The young man shrugged, "I came over to take a look. It's in the box, right?"

Before Professor Xue could react, the young man stepped forward, reached out and opened the box, his eyes lit up: "It was indeed made by King Yan!"

 He directly ordered the guards beside him to control Professor Xue, and he picked up the box containing the dagger.

Professor Xue’s eyes widened: “What are you doing? This is not your thing!”

"Why not?" The young man turned his head, "Listen up, old man, my last name is Xiang."

Professor Xue said angrily: "What happened to your last name?"

He is a descendant of the Xiang family, and the cultural relics should belong to his family. Now the director of the Yunjing Museum is his uncle. What's wrong with him holding a dagger?

No.

"Anyway, you have no intention of sending this dagger to the museum. What's wrong with me?" The young man patted Professor Xue's face with the dagger. "Tell the original owner of this dagger to come to Xiang's house to get it if you have the ability." ”

   While I was typing in the past two days, my cat kept jumping on my keyboard... Damn it!

See you tomorrow~~

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