Chapter 965 High Priest

Zhou Yao stood in front of the dock for a long time without moving. At this time, a series of melodious ringtones rang, and he called.

He put his big palm into his trouser pocket and took out his mobile phone. He pressed the button to connect, "Hello..."

"Hello, Major General Zhou." Ye Ziyi's gentle voice came from the other end.

Zhou Yao's face was as calm as water, "Should I call you Yesi, or...Scorpion?"

"Whatever, General Zhou likes it." Ye Ziyi was in a good mood.

Zhou Yao lowered his eyes and glanced at his toes, then asked, "Where is Zhiyuan?"

"Here I am."

"Where do you want to take her?"

"Take her to a warm country, where there is no winter, only spring, surrounded by blooming flowers, where she can slowly forget about you."

The veins on Zhou Yao's forehead were throbbing. He furrowed his handsome eyebrows to suppress his temper, and the voice forced from his chest was deep and hoarse, "Before I find you, treat her well!"

"Ha," Ye Ziyi laughed, "Don't worry, she will be very happy with me."

Zhou Yao's thin lips pursed into a cold arc.

"Major General Zhou, I lost that battle ten years ago. Today, ten years later, Zhiyuan said I lost. What do you think? Do you think I won or lost?"

Zhou Yao raised his thin lips and said, "I lost."

"Ha, haha, Major General Zhou is a sensible person. From now on, Scorpion no longer exists, but so what, I got the Kite and I can be reborn."

"Well," Zhou Yao snorted, "Just wait, I will find you one day!"

He cut off the phone harshly.

At this time, Xiaozhi stepped forward and said, "Major General, what should we do now? Xiezi left with his sister-in-law. We are looking for a needle in a haystack, and we don't have any valuable news at all."

Zhou Yao's heart was in chaos, but he forced himself to calm down. The situation was not too bad now. Ye Ziyi had feelings for her and he would not hurt her.

When things got to this point, he only had one request, just stay alive.

As long as she is alive, he will definitely find her, no matter ten years, twenty years, thirty years...

Zhou Yao was silent for a few seconds, took a few deep breaths, and then felt warm liquid rushing out of his nose.

He reached out and wiped the blood from his hand.

"Major General, you have a nosebleed!" Xiaozhi said in shock.

"It's okay." Zhou Yao shook his head. He lowered his eyes and looked at the calm river in front of him. There was a terrible bloody aura in his eyes. He was okay. He would not fall down until he found her.

He sneered, "It's not like we don't have any valuable news..."

"Major General, what do you mean?"

Han Xuan!

Ye Ziyi no longer wants this chess piece that Ye Ziyi once used. He can recycle it and reuse it, although the hope is slim.

However, he will not give up hope.

Zhiyuan must hold on and try to survive. Nothing else matters, even if she is with Ye Ziyi, it doesn't matter. Wait, wait for him to save her!

Even if he is looking for a needle in a haystack, he can still drain all the sea water!

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Leng Zhiyuan slowly opened her eyes. She was sleeping on a large soft bed, covered with a fine silk quilt, which was very warm.

She sat up and looked around. It was an elegantly decorated room with light yellow tiered curtains and a thick soft blanket on the floor. It was a beautiful and fragrant room.

This is where?

Where did Ye Ziyi take her?

She lifted the quilt and got out of bed. At this time, the door was pushed open and a middle-aged woman in strange clothes walked in. "Miss Leng, are you awake?"

Leng Zhiyuan felt strange hearing the man's mouth, "Where is this?"

"Oh, this is Dongyi Island."

"Dongyi Island? Why haven't I heard of it? Which country is this in, Japan?" Leng Zhiyuan asked.

The middle-aged woman shook her head in confusion, "I don't know where this is..."

"Don't know? Then who are you?"

"The residents on our island come from all over the world. They all drifted to this island accidentally after suffering disasters. This island originally had no name. Dongyi Island was named after Mr. Ye."

Leng Zhiyuan's heart sank. She knew that she couldn't get anything out of this woman's mouth, otherwise Ye Ziyi wouldn't have sent her, but the situation was worse than she imagined. This island was nameless, maybe it was The deserted islands located in any sea are not within the jurisdiction of any country at all.

"Mr. Ye?" This woman looked very proud when she talked about Mr. Ye. Leng Zhiyuan snorted coldly, "You know who you are talking about Mr. Ye, he is the internationally wanted criminal Scorpion!"

"Miss Leng," the middle-aged woman interrupted her with a smile, "We don't care who Mr. Ye is, we only know that Mr. Ye is our savior. He created this island and gave us a home. We regard him as a god. "

The middle-aged woman clasped her hands together in front of her chest and made a gesture. Leng Zhiyuan knew that this was the most sincere respect for the gods.

Leng Zhiyuan got out of bed, opened the door to the room and walked out.

"Miss Leng, you have been sleeping for two days, and you really should go out for a walk. I will make you something you want to eat." The middle-aged woman did not stop her, but followed her.

Leng Zhiyuan was walking on the road. The island was very beautiful. In addition to the beautiful houses, fresh fruits and vegetables grew in the fields and flowers of various colors bloomed in the flower beds. It was as beautiful as a fairyland on earth.

She knew that this place had been transformed. It was not something that ordinary people could do to turn a deserted island into such a fairyland. It had to be said that Ye Ziyi was really a willful genius. No wonder people here worshipped him as a god.

There were many people passing by on the road. When they saw her, they nodded respectfully and called her Miss Leng.

Leng Zhiyuan's eyes were attracted by a scene in front of her. A middle-aged couple pressed their restless daughter to kneel in front of an old man in a black cloak. They begged, "High Priest, my daughter wants to elope with a wild boy. She has fallen madly in love with that man. Please help us, help us take away the memory in her mind and let her be reborn."

"I don't want it, don't take away my memory!" The daughter struggled desperately, her expression excited.

At this time, Leng Zhiyuan saw the old man stretched out his right hand covered with calluses and shook it in front of the daughter. He didn't know what spell he was chanting. The daughter closed her eyes and fainted directly.

The couple was grateful, "Thank you, high priest, thank you, high priest!"

Leng Zhiyuan watched from the side, she felt her hands and feet were cold, "Who is this high priest?"

"The high priest has medical skills beyond ordinary people, and his hands can give people a new life."

"Did he reattach Mr. Ye's broken arm?"

"Yes." The middle-aged woman nodded, "The high priest can not only reattach broken arms, but also give broken arms a new life."