My four beautiful sisters

Chapter 143 Descending!

Then Li Ziqi found out her cell phone and called Chen Bufan.

"Hey, if you have something to say, say it, if you fart, let it go, I'm practicing."

For Chen Bufan, practicing kung fu is almost irreversible, and it is a must-do homework every day.

"You sent me to the hotel last night?"

"nonsense!"

"That...you..." Li Ziqi didn't know how to express it, it was difficult to speak.

You can't just ask stupidly, why didn't you ruin me?

"Master knows what you're going to say. I'm not interested in a woman who is as drunk as mud."

"What's the difference between that and playing with a dead body? Lying there motionless, no cooperation, no interaction."

"When we have time, let's have a fierce battle. If the young master doesn't kill you, you will fall on your back and scream again and again. I write my name upside down."

Such shameless words.

"Get out!" Li Ziqi cursed and immediately hung up the phone.

Shameless people are always shameless.

Chen Bufan, one day you must not fall into the hands of my old lady, otherwise I will let you know what it means to be sinister.

Then her face turned red, and the blush spread across her pretty face.

Chen Bufan is really capable of saying such explicit things to a girl.

He picked up the white shirt casually, and was about to put it on and leave, but found that it was mottled and smelly.

No wonder that guy took off his shirt, and he still has a little conscience.

But still an asshole.

……

After Chen Bufan finished practicing, the elder sister prepared a breakfast. It wasn't very rich, but it was nutritious.

Since the school is on summer vacation and there is no need to go to school, Chen Bufan is fine, but Wang Doudou is more boring.

Lie flat all day, except for playing games and watching TV series, the small life is so beautiful.

No, after breakfast, I went to the sofa again, shouting bravely, not afraid of difficulties.

The game has officially started again.

At this time, Chen Bufan received a text message from his second senior sister Wan Yanran.

She encountered a difficult patient and needed Chen Bufan's help.

Seeing the message, Chen Bufan got up and walked out without saying a word.

There are very few diseases in the world that Wan Yanran can't solve, and it's not an exaggeration to say that they are rare.

Soon, Chen Bufan arrived at the place.

Walking into the house, a person caught Chen Bufan's attention.

It was him!

The scholar strikes a sword!

It has been almost a month since the last farewell. Chen Bufan thought that his girlfriend's illness had been cured, but he still came to Sucheng unexpectedly.

Sitting next to him was a woman, wearing a long floral dress, with a thin figure and a very poor complexion, looking sickly.

But the eyebrows are delicate, not very beautiful, but definitely beautiful.

"Long time no see!" Chen Bufan smiled slightly.

"Brother Bufan!" The scholar nodded with a sword in his jaw.

"Because of your girlfriend's illness?" Chen Bufan went straight to the point.

"Yes!"

"Qidao Poison Doctor didn't cure him?"

The scholar Yijian looked at his lover tenderly and shook his head, "The treatment failed, Xiao Yun only has one week left to live."

"Brother Bufan said last time that if Xiaoyun's illness is not cured, or if he doesn't have enough money, he can ask you for a try."

"The money was gathered together, and the Qidao poison doctor also exhausted his skills, and the result..."

"In desperation, I had no choice but to bring Yun'er to Suzhou City."

"I wanted to find you directly, but I heard that there is a genius doctor in Sucheng, so I came here after asking."

"I didn't expect her to be your senior sister." The scholar smiled wryly with a sword.

After going around in a circle, he returned to Chen Bufan.

"Second Senior Sister, what's wrong with her?" Chen Bufan turned his head and asked.

"The damage to the heart vessels is congenital, and this is not the key."

"The key is that her spirit is dissipating rapidly, like a piece of paper being ignited by fire, and her lifespan is rapidly shortening." Wan Yanran frowned.

"I looked it up and couldn't find the root cause."

Chen Bufan pondered for a while and kept silent.

The scholar Yijian looked extremely nervous, Chen Bufan was his last hope.

If there is no other way, Yun'er can only wait to die, and the day of death will be a week later.

Yun'er was quite open-minded, with a calm expression, calm and calm, and didn't pay much attention to his illness.

Just looking at the eyes of the scholar with a sword, I feel so sorry and reluctant.

The two really love each other, and during the years spent together, every moment is happy and beautiful.

She loves him and wants to grow old together with him and stay with him for the rest of her life, but she can't help it.

"Let me take a look." Chen Bufan had no conclusion yet, so he had to check first.

Walking to Yun'er, Chen Bufan grabbed a small boneless hand, and clasped three fingers on the other side's inch.

True Qi entered her body, trying to find out the crux of the matter.

Time passed slowly, and it took more than ten minutes to let go.

"How is it?" the scholar Yijian asked hastily.

"Her illness is beyond the scope of medical skills."

"Ah?" The scholar panicked with a flick of his sword, his face suddenly changed.

The meaning of the words is... there is no way?

"Little brother, do you have something to say?"

"Those who know me, Second Senior Sister also! Yun'er's illness cannot be cured by medical skills, even the top doctors are helpless and powerless."

"She didn't get sick, but was lowered by someone."

"Head down? What is that?" The scholar Yijian asked doubtfully.

He has never heard of this word, nor has he had any contact with it, so he naturally doesn't know.

"Dropping your head is a kind of sorcery in Southeast Asia. It can also be called witchcraft. Different regions have different methods of casting spells, which vary in thousands of ways."

"Mostly use human bones, blood, hair, or nails to descend."

"The caster will experience various discomforts, or die silently."

"The ghost doctor Qidao has a lot of tricks. If it wasn't for him, your girlfriend would have died long ago, and there is no way to recover." Chen Bufan explained.

"I don't care about anything, I just ask if it can be saved?" The scholar Yijian was eager, with thin layers of sweat on his forehead.

He was very nervous, his heart was trembling.

A well-known scholar with a sword, killing people without blinking an eye, has experienced all kinds of dangerous situations, but he became like this for a woman.

Maybe... this is love!

If Yun'er is dead, I believe that the scholar will collapse with a single strike, and may even follow him away.

Chinese characters are [-], and love characters are the most murderous.

Sincerely wish lovers get married in the end!

Life and death, never separate!

"Yes!" Chen Bufan laughed.

"Really?" The scholar Yijian was ecstatic.

"If you can really cure Yun'er's illness, I, the scholar, owe you a huge favor with a sword."

"No matter what, when, as long as you give an order, you will go through fire and water, and you will die."

The scholar Yijian burst into tears with eye circles, he saw hope, saw the dawn.

Saw the future!

"We'll wait until your girlfriend's illness is cured." Chen Bufan said calmly.

"Go and help me prepare some things, glutinous rice, rooster blood, cinnabar, yellow paper..."

Chen Bufan said a few things in succession, which are also necessary.

Third Master's knowledge is quite complicated, there is almost nothing she doesn't know, except for martial arts, medical skills, and poison techniques, the rest are taught by Third Master's wife.

Divination, physiognomy, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, etc...

Among them is the method of dispelling the evil magic and lowering the head.