. . .
Early the next morning.
Wei Ming walked out of the room with a tired look on his face, stretched out to face the sky, and yawned unconsciously.
The reason why they are so tired is actually entirely because they were pestered by Po Meng last night. Of course, the two of them did not do anything shameful, it was just Po Meng who pressed Wei Ming into the tub to take a bath.
During this period, Weiming was washed more than a dozen times under the supervision of Granny Meng. Granny Meng probably felt sorry for Weiming and was afraid that he would catch the cold. She also helped Weiming change the hot water more than a dozen times, and also cleaned Weiming's clothes. The clothes were also washed.
It was at this time that Weiming was shocked to realize that when Sister Meng smelled the body fragrance on her body, she recognized it as the scent of Yaksha. In fact, Po Meng was not a stingy woman, like Qin Hong. Girls like Shang, Shen Xiangyun, and Feng Chuixue never showed any resentment towards Weiming when they appeared next to her. When they met Abe, they even discovered that she had feelings for Weiming and even took the initiative to match them up.
But I don’t know why, but when facing Ji Wushuang, the two of them are on the same page. If they want to fight when they meet, that is to put it mildly. It is not clear what Ji Wushuang’s thoughts are, but Meng Po Here, if she hadn't taken into account Wei Ming's feelings, Po Meng might even have wanted to kill Ji Wushuang quickly.
Of course, the two women are almost the same in appearance and martial arts intelligence, and they are both good at light kung fu and maneuvering. If they were to fight to the death, the final result would either be a draw or both die, or one would die and the other would be disabled.
But having said that, there is still uncertainty, so naturally the two women will not be put into that situation, but now...
Looking at the rising sun in the east, Weiming yawned lazily. Thinking of Sister Meng's calm and stubborn look last night, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart -
There’s a long way to go~!
. . .
I sigh, but life must go on. Weiming has been busy with forging these days. Although he has made a lot of progress, his martial arts has fallen behind a bit. He thinks that he will go to Luoyang City next month to attend Jiang Tianxiong's birthday banquet. There will be troubles, and if you don't practice martial arts well, you may be embarrassed.
Thinking of this, Wei Ming stopped staying and went back to the house, casually pulling out a weapon without looking at what it was, and walked directly to the martial arts field.
As soon as he approached the martial arts training ground, he heard a sound. When he walked in, he found that it was his senior brother Gu Yuexuan who was practicing boxing alone.
"Haha~ Good morning, senior brother!"
Wei Ming greeted Gu Yuexuan while yawning.
Hearing the sound, Gu Yuexuan immediately stopped punching and turned to look. When he saw it was Weiming, he smiled and said, "It turns out to be my junior brother! You are here to practice too, right~"
"Yeah! Ha~" Wei Ming said this, but he couldn't help but yawned again.
There is nothing we can do about it. After three consecutive days of high-intensity work and not sleeping well yesterday, no one can stay energetic!
Seeing Weiming's appearance, Gu Yuexuan also expressed his understanding. After all, he also knew what Weiming had been doing these days, and then said: "It seems that junior brother is a little tired these days. I don't think it's better. Don't rush to practice today." , how about I go out with you to relax?"
"Relax!?" Weiming was stunned for a moment, as if he remembered something, but after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't remember what it was, so he simply stopped thinking about it and said, "It's okay to go out for a walk. I really don't seem to be very well now." Suitable for practicing martial arts.”
After saying that, Weiming put the fan in his hand away from his waist and followed Gu Yuexuan out of the valley.
Speaking of which, Weiming just realized that the fan he took out was a fan. Fortunately, it was not an ordinary folding fan, but a clear fan given to him by his master. Otherwise, not to mention fighting, even practicing would be a problem.
But then again, Weiming vaguely remembered that there was a fight to be fought when he went out with his senior brother, but he forgot what the fight was about, so he could only take one step at a time.
. . .
On the other side, in a forest not far from Xiaoyao Valley, a purple-skinned weirdo was talking to a middle-aged doctor. Judging from the expressions of the two people, it was clear that the exchange between the two people should be quite unpleasant.
If Wei Ming was present, he would be able to recognize it. The purple-skinned weirdo is the eldest of the four...oh no~three killers in Tianyi City, Poison; and the middle-aged doctor is Shen Xiangyun's father, the Seven Sages of Wangyou Valley. One of the miracle doctors.
At this time, I heard the purple-skinned weirdo say with a sinister smile: "Great Doctor Shen, I will accept Boss Zhuang's life. He was poisoned with a kind of poison that seals the throat when it sees blood. There is absolutely no cure. And all you can do is to let him linger. I advise you not to waste your efforts, God's will is inevitable, he not only wants to die, but must die."
Hearing Du's words that seemed to be persuasive but actually threatening, the miracle doctor's expression was not moved at all. Instead, he said firmly: "It is a doctor's bounden duty to save people. What's more, Boss Zhuang is a great philanthropist who is generous and generous. No matter what he uses, I will definitely cure Boss Zhuang no matter what the means."
After saying that, the miracle doctor looked at Po again and said without any mercy: "You killers, for the sake of money, are you really willing to let dogs eat your conscience?"
Du smiled coldly and said with a nonchalant look on his face: "In our profession, it doesn't matter what kind of conscience you have. Great Doctor Shen, do you have to hinder me?"
After talking about it, Du did not conceal his threat at all, but the miracle doctor remained unmoved and said firmly:
"As long as it's the right thing, even if the King of Heaven comes, he won't be able to stop me, let alone you?"
"You are really stubborn!"
Even Du was helpless at this moment, but due to the rules of Tianyi City, Du still had no intention of killing the miracle doctor himself. After thinking about it for a moment, Du smiled and said:
"Great Doctor Shen, because of the rules, we can't kill you if no one buys your life, but...as long as we don't take action personally, it doesn't count as breaking the rules!"
"...!? What are you going to do?!"
"Haha!" Du smiled coldly and said nothing. He just clapped his hands gently, and then a stream of lavender poisonous smoke floated out from his hands.
The miracle doctor looked on, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.
Sure enough, less than twenty breaths after Du clapped his hands, a group of ragged beggars with skinny faces sprang out from all around. As soon as they saw Du standing not far away, they rushed over impatiently and shouted:
"Mr. Poison! It's really you. When are you going to give us that medicine again? Now my brother feels like he can't live without taking your medicine for a day."
Before Du could speak, the expression of the miracle doctor on the side had already changed. With his medical skills, he couldn't tell where the symptoms of these beggars came from. He couldn't help but exclaimed:
"Addiction!? How dare you use addiction to control others!!"
Du glanced at the doctor, smiled coldly, ignored him, and turned to the group of beggars and said, "I have plenty of medicine. As long as you help me get rid of this person, I will have plenty of medicine."
"Yes, we guys will definitely take care of it for you~" the leading beggar said flatteringly.
Du nodded with satisfaction, then turned to look at the miracle doctor, with a look of regret, and said: "It's so sad~ A great miracle doctor died among a group of drug addicts."
After saying that, Du turned around and told the beggar, "I don't like blood, you can handle the rest by yourself!"
Then he turned around and left, leaving only a group of pathetic drug addicts walking towards the miracle doctor with ferocious expressions on their faces.
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