At this time, Mo Qianqiu didn't know what was going on outside. He was standing hunched in the corner of the room, carefully lowering his sense of presence. By the way, he secretly watched Jin Qing sitting on the bed nibbling the chicken he had raised in the Valley of Miracle Doctors. Medicinal chicken.
At this time, Mo Qianqiu was no longer as high-spirited as he had been at the beginning. Listening to Jin Qing chewing the chicken bones in his mouth and making a clicking sound, Mo Qianqiu felt that the bones he had almost broken by Jin Qing's knife were again broken. It hurt.
And not only the bones in his body hurt, but his heart hurt even more.
His medicinal chickens grew up eating various herbs, which are excellent for strengthening the body and tonifying the kidneys, and even have a good nourishing effect on the muscles and veins.
As soon as the medicinal chicken was born, countless people came to ask for it. However, due to the limited quantity, Mo Qianqiu could only sell twenty pieces per year at the price of a thousand gold.
As soon as the news came out, the entire world was in a state of excitement, and it suddenly made the Valley of Divine Doctors' reputation rise to a higher level.
But now, Mo Qianqiu looked at the pile of chicken bones in front of Jin Qing with depression. His chicken had been eaten, eaten, eaten...eaten...
Jin Qing gnawed on the chicken bones and muttered in his heart: This chicken tastes good and is very resistant to hunger.
And he didn't know if it was an illusion, but Jin Qing always felt that after eating this chicken, his stomach would feel warm, which was as good as the previous ten chickens.
Jin Qing licked the meat scraps at the corner of his mouth and narrowed his eyes happily. It was so delicious.
Mo Qianqiu was so depressed that he just wanted to beat his chest, his gold!
Mo Qianqiu's medical skills are excellent, and he is good at specializing in specialties. He can relax the operation of the Valley of Miracle Doctors properly, otherwise the Valley of Miracle Doctors, which has declined in the past few generations, will not flourish under his hands.
But he didn't make much achievements in martial arts, otherwise he wouldn't have been chased by Jin Qing with a sword and handed over all his capital.
Thinking of this, Mo Qianqiu's eyes unconsciously drifted to several huge boxes next to Jin Qing, where were his life savings...
While Mo Qianqiu was crying silently, a clear male voice came in from outside the Valley of Divine Doctors: "I, Zhang Ziyan, a lay disciple of the Xuanzhen Sect, would like to see the miracle doctor Gu Mo, and also ask for a visit from the miracle doctor."
Outside the house, the young Mediterranean boy was dragging Lei Hao to another room with the boy. When he heard these words, his eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at the boy with a pair of bright eyes and quietly mouthed: savior. Here you go, hurry up and pick them up.
Not to mention that the name Zhang Ziyan was somewhat familiar to them, but just saying that this person had such profound internal power as Qianli Chuanyin was enough to become their savior.
The young man looked at the sinister look on the Mediterranean young man's face and shrank his neck. Unexpectedly, he touched the wound on his back. The young man took a breath of cold air: He had just been pulled a few times by Lei Hao and hit him with his body. , now he feels the wound is even more painful.
The Mediterranean youth looked at the confused look on the young man's face, and suddenly became a little angry: This person is really stupid as hell, no wonder he is still a gatekeeper to this day.
Afterwards, the Mediterranean youth thrust the Lei Hao in his hand into the young man's hand and sped towards the entrance.
At this time, the young man ignored the pain in his body, grabbed one of Lei Hao's legs, and dragged Lei Hao to the side of the house with all his strength. The savior was coming soon, and he couldn't let Jin Qing find out how he treated her senior brother.
Thinking of this, the young man's steps became faster, and he heard a stabbing sound. The young man who just now was only focusing on the movements of his hands suddenly turned his head: "..." God, why did he say that he couldn't pull it just now? Hey, it was almost impossible. Dead!
The man named Zhang Ziyan waited for a long time but did not see any movement in the valley. He became anxious again. He raised his neck again and shouted into the valley: "Zhang Ziyan, a lay disciple of the Xuanzhen Sect, came here to see the miracle doctor because of an emergency. Miracle Doctor Gu Mo, please, uh..."
Before Zhang Ziyan finished speaking, he saw a person rushing towards him in a hurry. The person's bald head and two long flowing strands of hair at the temples gave Zhang Ziyan a great visual impact.
Zhang Ziyan looked at the Mediterranean youth and blinked his eyes. It took him a long time to react, and he gave the Mediterranean youth a fist in the air: "Zhang Ziyan, I'm here to see Dr. Mo. Could you please pass this on!"
The Mediterranean young man looked at the visitor and felt very happy. He saw that this man named Zhang Ziyan had a sharp eyebrow, his eyes were shining, and his breath was like a sword. It was obvious that the true energy in his body was powerful, and he seemed to have a trace of the style of a martial arts master.
Looking at Zhang Ziyan in front of him, and thinking about the bandit-like woman in his valley, the Mediterranean young man almost burst into tears.
Before Zhang Ziyan finished speaking, the young Mediterranean man grabbed Zhang Ziyan's hand and said to him very enthusiastically: "You came just in time. The master is in the valley at this time. Please come with me."
Zhang Ziyan's eyes fell on the Mediterranean young man's hand that was holding him tightly, and he frowned slightly. He had heard before that the Valley of Miracle Doctors was always arrogant, so why was he so enthusiastic about him this time? There might be some fraud involved.
Thinking of this, Zhang Ziyan gently moved his wrist, pulled his hand back, and held his little donkey with his backhand. The other hand was quietly placed on the weapon, intending to take control immediately if he found something wrong. other side.
The Mediterranean youth didn't pay any attention to Zhang Ziyan's movements, but happily walked in the direction of Jin Qing, even his steps were much lighter.
The Mediterranean youths were very happy at this time. They were really forced to do nothing by Jin Qing, and that woman didn't want to reason with others at all. As long as she made a disagreement, she would immediately chop her with a knife.
Unfortunately, they couldn't fight or run away. The deadly poisons they usually used were like flour and had no effect at all. Apart from sneezing twice, the other party had no other reaction. It was really disappointing. They were extremely depressed.
In the end, I had no choice but to give away the good things I had accumulated over the years. It makes me feel sad just thinking about it.
Now, finally, a knight-errant who seemed very reliable came here. Naturally, he was very happy and wanted to take the person into the valley quickly. It would be best if this person could beat the woman to death, so as to satisfy their hatred.
He would be happier if both sides could suffer losses and die together, which would also save the Divine Doctor Valley a favor.
The young Mediterranean man planned well, his steps became more brisk, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This silent smile made his big bald head tremble in the sun, making it look a little brighter than before.
As everyone knows, the behavior of the Mediterranean youth made Zhang Ziyan, who was walking with the donkey, even more wary, and almost wanted to draw a sword against him.
