My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 128

After Wen Changlang fell asleep, Shang Yanzhou sat by the bed, Qingjuan's face was calm, but he thought with some distress in his heart, when will he really be able to go in...

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Wen Changlang, who woke up leisurely, got up and looked at the direction of the balcony, and found that the sun had already set halfway, and it was in the evening, and the dim and warm light was lazily hitting every place, stretching his waist, Feeling much better, he lifted the quilt and walked outside to the balcony.

Putting his hands on the edge of the railing and leaning forward slightly, Wen Changlang took a deep breath of warm air, feeling alive again.

Regardless of whether the people downstairs looked at him or not, he just kept saying hello and yelling at the people downstairs without stopping.

Feeling bored, he turned and walked back to the room.Changed into a light-colored wide-sleeved long shirt, then briskly opened the door, walked down the second floor, and shouted to the kitchen:

"Uncle Chef, is there anything to eat, I'm so hungry!"

The head chef came out of the kitchen and said with some disgust:

"This point is not high or low. The young master will not come back in half an hour. You should wait."

Wen Changlang rubbed his stomach and squeezed the head chef away, and ran into the kitchen by himself, rummaging around:

"No, I'm hungry! I just drank two mouthfuls of porridge today, is there anything else I can eat?"

"There is, but there is."

The head chef shook his head, compromised and walked back to the kitchen, opened the freezer, took out a tightly packed box, opened it, and said while taking things out:

"A few days ago, Xi Jin, the young master of Xi's mansion, came back from studying in England, and sent someone to send these things over. I thought you were not used to the things of foreigners, so I put them in the freezer to freeze. , after all, it was given by Master Xi, so it's not easy to deal with."

Wen Changlang took the small bag and came over to study it. It was bulging, and the things inside seemed to be very good.

Tearing open the package, Wen Changlang didn't hesitate at all, just brought it to his mouth and took a bite, found that it tasted good, so he swallowed it in two or three bites.

Seeing his starving appearance, the chief chef let him go.

After filling his stomach, Wen Changlang suddenly remembered and asked:

"Who is Xi Jin?"

"Master Xi, he is a friend of the young master. For a few years, they studied together in Xiyang, and then went to other places separately."

Wen Changlang nodded, and didn't ask any more questions.

After sitting on the sofa for a while, Shang Yanzhou came back as expected.

"You feel better?"

Shang Yanzhou asked while bending over to drag his boots.

Wen Changlang patted his chest and said:

"Alive and jumping!"

Shang Yanzhou laughed and teased, "Frog?"

"Tsk, can you talk, you, how do you describe me with that ugly frog?"

Wen Changlang sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and spoke in a very disgusted tone.

Shang Yanzhou didn't answer him, went upstairs and changed clothes, and then came down, sat in front of the warm corridor, his eyes deepened:

"Those silver needles were inserted by you yourself."

This abrupt sentence made Wen Changlang froze for a moment. He didn't expect that Shang Yanzhou would think of asking this question, and his eyes could not help but flicker.

Seeing that he didn't reply, Shang Yanzhou asked again:

"Why? Answer me."

The tone is flat and unquestionable.

Wen Changlang coughed lightly before replying in a low voice:

"Actually, it's nothing. I couldn't find you at that time, so I thought of such a method. This is our Wen family's nine-turn needle tracking method, and it doesn't have a big impact on the body."

He will never say that the reason for using the nine-turn needle tracking method is because the psychic eye in your eyes is the psychic eye that I, Wen Changlang, lost, and has a connection with me in the blood source.