After the Nine Color Flower succeeded, Song Yun felt relieved.

As long as there is this flower, Song Yuxue doesn't have to die. Her sister is protected by herself after all.

Back at the hotel where he stayed in Bening, Song Yun looked at Beiye, Curly Hair and Little Sword God and said solemnly: "Three brothers, thank you for your help this time."

Curly hair turned her eyes: "You're just seeing you. I came for the treasure of the Sun Mercenary Group, not to help you. Also, don't call me Curly hair, call me the Abyss."

Bei Ye and the little sword god smiled, but didn't say much.

Song Yun asked his subordinates to arrange the plane and rush back to the mainland early tomorrow morning. Then he said to Curly, "Curly, do you want to go back with us?"

Curly hair pursed her lips: "I have sworn that I will never set foot on the land there in my life. Don't think of cheating me against my oath."

Song Yun nodded and said, "Okay, then next time I have the chance, I will go to the high seas to find you."

The curly traitor smiled: "Hehe, I plan to build my own base here and expand the scope when the Sun Mercenary Group is in chaos. After all, I have been floating on the sea, which is not a long-term solution."

Beiye said unexpectedly: "Do you want to change your career?"

Curly has always been doing some unsupported business on the high seas. Now that he has landed on land, it means giving up the career he has been doing well and doing other businesses.

Curly said: "I'm a little tired of staying at sea all the time, after all, I'm not a fish."

Song Yun pondered: "But you are good at naval battles. If you land, you will inevitably encounter many obstacles."

Curly hair smiled and said to the three of them: "Don't worry, I will definitely make the abyss famous here, and even if I fail, I will drive the warship back to my own sea."

Song Yun nodded and said, "Good luck. If you need help, please contact us."

...

The next day, news of Poly's disappearance spread and the whole of West Africa caused a sensation.

This is a man known as the West African mercenary king. He passed by overnight. Although he was missing, who knew he was fucked from time to time.

The fastest thing to fall into chaos was the Sun Mercenary Group. Each leader wanted to compete for the position of leader. For a time, the Sun Mercenary Group was divided into various small groups and fought inside first.

The base alone is divided into eight-legged forces, and the mercenaries guarding other territories outside also have their own flags and no longer belong to the Sun Mercenary Group.

The existence of the Sun Mercenary Group stabilized the dark areas of West Africa.

Now that the Sun Mercenary Group is over, not only internally, but other forces are also ready to move, and here is in chaos again.

But everyone did not notice that a fierce force was gradually eroding and annexing all large and small forces from Ghana, and was invincible.

This force is the abyss.

Early in the morning, Song Yun, Bei Ye and the little sword god boarded the plane back to Yanjing. Curly hair was busy conquering the city, but there was no time to see them off.

On the plane, the little sword god suddenly asked, "By the way, the bank card number you reported to Turison last night, I remember it was not yours."

Song Yun smiled: "That is the official bank account of an Angel Charity Foundation I founded in the mainland. It is a public account. The accounts will be published on the website every day, and all the income and expenditure will be known to everyone."

Upon hearing this, Beiye said unexpectedly: "You mean, did you ask Tulison to transfer the money to your charity?"

"right."

Song Yun nodded.

The little sword god and Bei Ye smiled at each other and said to him: "You are so generous. Tulisen has at least hundreds of millions of dollars, so you donated it to others."

"Implementing the spirit of ** and making selfless contributions is the obligation and responsibility of our youth in the new era."

Song Yun's serious look made the little sword god and Bei Ye speechless.

Thirteen hours later, the plane landed at a private airport.

The little sword god got off the plane and headed straight to the civil aviation airport. He was going to Shuzhong to continue his challenge journey.

"Little Sword God, aren't you going to stay here for a few more days?"

Song Yun asked, looking at the little sword god who was getting in the taxi.

Xiaojian Shin said: "I have made an appointment with a senior to challenge him. It's tomorrow, I can't break my trust."

"All right."

Song Yun shrugged and had to watch the little sword god leave.

He looked at Master Bei again and asked, "You are leaving too?"

Master Bei said: "I want to go back to Mount Tai."

Song Yun sighed, "Oh, I'm still free. Can't you be as leisurely as me?"

"You are not at all free, busy protecting the people around you all day long, and you are born and die all day long."

Master Bei smiled, then said goodbye, and flew to Mount Tai at the private airport.

The four of them gathered for three days, and now they go their separate ways, and they feel a little reluctant.

However, he was not the one who loved his children. He immediately got on the convoy that the Song family had been waiting for for a long time and drove to the hospital.

When Song Yun arrived at the hospital, not only the group of juniors from the Song family and Zhao Yan Heijiao were there, but Song Yun’s women were also here.

Li Shishi, Xiatian, Qingluan, Xiao Qing, Li Yueyue, Liu Ran, Hua Qingcheng, Mo Yuyao, Xu Ying, no one is missing.

They were a little excited when they saw Song Yun, but they stood beside them obediently and did not come up to ask questions.

"How is it? Have you found a way to cure Yuxue?"

Song Ergou asked quickly.

The others also looked at him with anticipation. Now he was the only hope to cure Song Yuxue.

Song Yun nodded: "Don't worry, I will cure Yuxue."

When everyone heard this, their eyes suddenly lit up.

The world's top doctors, whether traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, have been asking for help in the past few days, and they all say that Song Yuxue will die.

So I could only pin my hopes on Song Yun who went out to find the Nine Color Flowers.

"You are waiting outside. Without my orders, no one can be put in."

Song Yun greeted Xia Tian and walked towards the ward.

Song Yun walked to the door, he turned to look at Zhao Yan and said, "Zhao Yan, come in and help me."

"oh."

Zhao Yan responded and hurriedly followed into the ward.

Bang.

The ward door was closed, and the people outside could only wait anxiously.

In the ward.

Song Yun took out the glass bottle containing the nine-color flowers. Looking at the beautiful and spiritual nine-color flowers, Zhao Yan wanted to ask what it was, but he still didn't speak.

"You will hold this nine-colored flower later and then send it to Yuxue's mouth."

Just when Zhao Yan was confused, Song Yun turned around and said to him.

On the way back, I had asked the old man how to use the nine-color flowers.

Because of spirituality, if you want to use the nine-color flowers, you must feel popularity, which is equivalent to activate the nine-color flowers, so you must hold them in your mouth.

Then send the nine-colored flowers to the patient's mouth. After the patient takes them, he can use the help of the true qi to melt the medicinal power of the nine-colored flowers.

Of course, the step of dissolving the true qi in the end is not used. The true qi is just to make the medicinal power melt faster. Zhao Yan and Song Yuxue actually like each other very much, but Song Yun and his family were going to Beijing at that time, so their affairs were temporarily delayed.

This was the first time Zhao Yan heard this mouth-to-mouth feeding method. Although he was confused, he nodded and said to him: "Okay, what else do I need to do besides this?"
Chapter completed!