It took Ling Jiu more than two hours to get out of the range of Mount Kosciuszko. He then released the airship and ran.
He dared not delay. It would be bad if the Three-headed Frostfire Scaled Dragon caught up with him.
After running for a few hours and flying thousands of kilometers, Ling Jiu stopped. The Three-headed Frostfire Scaled Dragon was long gone. Ling Jiu thought he had shaken it off.
Ling Jiu chose a suitable place to hunt Direbeasts.
It was Thursday, and he could not afford to miss out on hunting Direbeasts.
"Go!"
A Frost Mammoth appeared in front of him. Ling Jiu teleported closer and then threw out a purple, almost transparent flame spear, which pierced through the Frost Mammoth's temple. The Frost Mammoth fell unwillingly.
"A 7,000-degree flame is really useful!"
"Next one!"
...
It was Saturday afternoon. Ling Jiu came to the logistics department to hand in his harvest and then went to the training camp hospital. The two girls had not been discharged yet.
"You are back, Ling Jiu?"
"I just got back."
After a brief greeting, Ling Jiu took out the Ginseng of Life.
"Eat this, Ling'er!"
"This is …"
Yang Ling-er was startled.
So was Ai Yuhe.
"This is the Ginseng of Life. It should be able to heal your legs," Ling Jiu explained.
"The Ginseng of Life? The one we were talking about in the group two days ago? "
The two girls were shocked. "Did you go to Mount Kosciuszko to pick it?"
Ling Jiu nodded.
"Gosh! Didn't the group say that there was a Three-headed Frostfire Scaled Dragon guarding the Divine Spring of Life? How did you get it? "The two girls asked in disbelief.
Ling Jiu smiled and waved his hand. "I'll explain this later. Ling'er, eat it first and heal your legs!"
Yang Ling-er shook her head like a rattle. "This thing is too precious. You risked your life to get it. How can I eat it?"
"Besides, we are just friends. I can't take your stuff."
Yang Ling-er was a little flattered. Although Ling Jiu had saved her life and was her savior, and she was very grateful to him, she was just an ordinary friend to Ling Jiu.
Since they were just friends, why should she take Ling Jiu's stuff? And it was such a precious thing. She was not that thick-skinned!
"What's wrong with being an ordinary friend? Just use him when I ask you to. Don't stand on ceremony with me!"
Ling Jiu wanted to stuff the Ginseng of Life into Yang Ling-er's hand, but she refused. Ling Jiu had no choice but to look at Ai Yuhe for help.
Ai Yuhe could not help but smile bitterly. She had mixed feelings in her heart. There was confusion, puzzlement, envy, bewilderment, and a trace of … jealousy.
Why did Ling Jiu suddenly treat Ling'er so well? Has he really fallen in love with Ling 'er?
She did not know why, but she suddenly felt a little sour in her heart. In what way was she inferior to Ling 'er? She knew Ling Jiu first, didn't she? Why did Ling Jiu treat Ling'er so well?
Despite thinking so, when she saw the pleading look in Ling Jiu's eyes, she still said, "Ling Jiu, I think you should explain yourself. Otherwise, I don't think Ling'er will and dare not accept such a big gift from you. You are too scary!"
Yang Ling-er nodded repeatedly.
"This …"
Ling Jiu sighed. After hesitating for a long time, he took out the blood test report.
Ling Jiu knew that given his current friendship with Ling'er, if he did not tell the truth, Ling'er would not take the Ginseng of Life. After all, this thing was a top-notch treasure of heaven and earth.
It was too precious!
In that case, he could only tell the truth.
As for the truth that he had yet to find out, it was insignificant compared to Ling'er's legs.
The truth could be slowly investigated later, but Ling'er's legs had to heal immediately.
"What is this?"
Yang Ling-er looked puzzled.
"Our blood test report."
Ling Jiu explained, "When I sent you to the hospital, you had lost too much blood and needed a blood transfusion in time. Fortunately, our blood types are a good match, so the doctor took my blood and gave it to you. This is the blood test report at the time."
Yang Ling-er nodded. Then she looked puzzled. "Why are you showing me this?"
"The doctor said that we have the same mitochondrial DNA, the same X chromosome DNA, and the same autosomes!"
Ling Jiu said slowly.
Yang Ling-er was stunned.
So was Ai Yuhe.
Although they did not go to college, they had finished high school and learned high school biology. They knew what Ling Jiu was implying.
"So …"
Yang Ling-er looked at Ling Jiu.
"We are biological siblings," Ling Jiu said. "We share the same father and mother."
"Biological siblings?"
Yang Ling-er's body trembled.
"You and Ling'er are biological siblings? Are you kidding me? "
Ai Yuhe was so shocked that her mouth was wide open. "What the hell is going on? How did you two suddenly become biological siblings?"
Yang Ling-er also looked at Ling Jiu. "Could it be a mistake? How could we become biological siblings?"
"I don't know the details."
Ling Jiu smiled bitterly. "I only knew that Ling'er is my sister after I saw this blood test report. I know nothing else."
"Is this true?"
Yang Ling-er's body trembled.
"The DNA test can't be faked. If you don't believe me, we can do a new DNA test now."
"Okay."
...
Half an hour later.
Looking at the new DNA test report and listening to Dr. Zhao's explanation, Yang Ling-er could no longer suppress the excitement in her heart. She threw herself into Ling Jiu's arms and burst into tears. "Brother …"
"Don't cry, Ling'er."
"They really are brother and sister."
Ai Yuhe looked at them with a complicated expression. "This is weird. One is from Lantian, and the other is from Chang'an. They just met recently. How did they become brother and sister?"
Although she was perplexed and confused, for some reason, Ai Yuhe suddenly felt a sense of relief in her heart. At the same time, she was secretly delighted.
Brother and sister?
Not bad!
After a while, Yang Ling-er calmed down and pestered Ling Jiu to ask about her family.
Ling Jiu answered them one by one.
"Dad and sister are at home. Of course, Xiaotong is your sister."
"Dad, sister!"
Yang Ling-er whispered. "Can I see their photos, brother?"
"Of course."
Ling Jiu took out his cell phone and showed her the photos of his father and sister. Yang Ling-er stared at the photos, tears blurring her vision again.
Ai Yuhe clicked her tongue. "You and Ling Jiu really look like each other. It's like you were cast from the same mold."
"Dad! Sister! "
Yang Ling-er stroked the photo. She was excited. She had a father now.
"Where is your mother, Ling Jiu?"
Ai Yuhe asked. Yang Ling-er also pricked up her ears.
"I don't know. I heard from Dad that she left when I was very young. As for where she went, I don't know yet. "Ling Jiu sighed.
"Ling'er, you only have a mother, not a father." Ai Yuhe looked at Yang Ling-er. "Could it be …"
Yang Ling-er nodded and took out her mother's photo. "Brother, look at this. Is this my mother?"
Ling Jiu took the cell phone and frowned. "I've seen my mother's photo when I was young. To be honest, she doesn't look like your mother at all."
"Doesn't look like her?"
Yang Ling-er's body trembled. She and Ling Jiu had the same parents, but Ling Jiu said her mother did not look like her real mother.
Was her mother not her real mother? Was she adopted by her mother?
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