Chapter 1797 (1/2)

The first thing that silver painters wake up to is to ask to see Yehong.

And don't know why, also took care of his fifth clear LAN to drive out of the room, only left Night Hong.

In the fragmentary reading of the fifth Qinglan, the gate is severely closed.

Night Hong came to the bedside, stretched out his hand to check the injury of the silver brush painter.

Found that the heart vein wound basically healed, old life should be regarded as saved.

But one's accomplishments may be greatly affected.

Even if there is no forbidden Qi pill, it will take a long time to recover.

The silver brush painter leaned against the head of the bed, and there was a weak feeling on his face.

He sighed in silence: ”your medical skills are really better than ghosts and gods. Even this kind of injury can be cured. I thought I was not saved.”

Yehong didn't speak, just waiting for the follow-up of the silver painters.

Through a period of contact, Yehong found that the silver brush painter was a very tangled person.

There seemed to be two completely opposite beliefs colliding in his head.

Under the elegant and easygoing appearance, Yehong can perceive that the silver brush painter is a very deep hidden wisdom.

More often than not, it's just pretending to be crazy and playing dumb.

Night Hong does not believe that such a person seriously called him, just to praise his medical skills and express his gratitude.

Sure enough, after a few words of uneducated nonsense, the silver brush painter took an object out of his pocket hanging on the side.

Night Hong fixed eyes to look, found that it is two pieces from the middle of the broken silver brush. If

is as like as two peas, the pen brush used by the silver strokes master is exactly the same.

The silver painters fixed their eyes on the two pieces of brush, with deep sadness and attachment in their eyes.

It was a long time before he began to speak.

”This Huizhou silver hair, produced in Huizhou City, my wife's hometown, is a token of love she gave me.