The days of Kuai Chuan's counterattack with a male god

Chapter 648 Master on the top (03)

Chi Sheng reminded: "The original owner's body has been beaten and disabled, and one leg has been disabled."

Wushuang rubbed his right foot and lost consciousness.

This is after being abused frequently, without receiving treatment, it will become like this over time.

Moreover, the original owner was unable to work in the fields, and was almost abandoned by the entire sect. Anyone could beat and bully her.

Up to now, it has been several days without food or drink.

"So?" Wushuang was curious about Chi Sheng's intentions.

"You can use your happiness points to exchange for recovery medicine." Chi Sheng sold it coldly: "After exchanging this medicine, your body can be restored to its original state no matter how many injuries you have suffered."

Wushuang was speechless: "Why didn't you teleport me to the time when I was just demoted to the outer disciples, or before?"

"I've told you many times before that there are rules for transfer nodes, not just what I want, and the happiness points you get are originally used to exchange for items needed for missions."

Wushuang blushed: "Okay, how much happiness do you want?"

"300 happiness points."

"Well, change it then."

[Obtain the recovery squeeze, deduct 300 happiness points, and the remaining happiness points are 179]

In the next second, Wushuang felt that the pain in her body was gradually disappearing. She reached out and touched her right leg. The leg, which had no feeling at all, gradually began to feel. She tried to get off the ground, but she was able to stand up.

Wushuang stood up completely with the help of the bed again, still a little uncomfortable, only took a few steps with difficulty, and almost fell to the ground.

Holding on to the tattered table, Wushuang was just about to rest when someone rushed in.

"Hey, Shi Wushuang has woken up." The person who walked in first was the person in charge of the disciples outside the door, and said silently.

That is, he often leads people to bully the original owner.

Mo Yan was followed by five or six disciples, standing at the door of the room, and the light from outside shone in, illuminating the entire dark room mottled brightly.

Wushuang leaned on the table and sat down, took a cold look at Mo Yan, and said lightly, "What's the matter?"

Mo Yan stared at Wushuang in a ruffian manner, and stepped on another table: "I heard that you are bedridden, so I brought someone here to help you collect the body. I didn't expect you to be in a good state of mind."

Wushuang sneered: "Don't bother you, I can't die if you live."

"You still dare to talk big at this time, Shi Wushuang, I'm afraid you haven't seen your situation clearly yet, but you were kicked out by the disciples in the sect, you are a bereaved dog."

"I was kicked out, it's like some people have been hanging around outside the door for so long, but they haven't sneaked in yet." Wushuang sneered.

Mo Yan was stunned: "You..."

Mo Yan suddenly sneered: "Since you can get up by yourself, then I will arrange for my disciples to bring you meals."

After the words fell, a disciple came over with a bowl.

Mo Yan took the bowl and put it on the table: "Eat, I kindly asked my disciple to keep this for you."

Wushuang glanced at the porridge on the table, and saw the rotten smell.

Seeing that Wushuang didn't move, he said silently: "Master rewards you with rice, if you don't eat, I will be very upset, you..." He casually pointed to a disciple: "Feed her."

Hearing this, the disciple stepped forward excitedly, carrying a bowl towards Wushuang, with a smirk on his lips, as if he liked to bully others the most: "Shi Wushuang, I will eat for you personally, you must not I don't know good from bad."

As soon as the words fell, he stretched out his hand to wrap Wushuang's jaw, as if pouring it directly into her mouth.

However, the next moment...

"Ah!!! Pain, pain, pain!"

Accompanied by the disciple's exclamation, the bowl in his hand was smashed to the ground.

Everyone was stunned, and saw Wushuang holding his disciple's wrist, and swept across the audience indifferently.

(End of this chapter)