Piercing the Heart [Sword Three]

Li Tang touched the ink rhyme and green marrow on his body. The texture of this dress is quite good, at least it won't feel that the skin is rubbed badly when worn on it.

Although the ready-made clothes in the backpack have their own peculiarities, they are quite comfortable to wear. Li Tang doesn't know if he is a straight man, but for him, as long as the clothes are not pilling, not damaged, and wrinkled, everything else is fine. OK, and these looks in the bag just happen to satisfy those.In addition, the three-dimensional does not have to worry about the problem of mold wear, and its appearance is not only a little bit higher than before.

The quality of the best clothes is not bad. After fighting, riding a horse and rolling on the bed, the beads on the clothes are still intact. There is no sign of any damage, but the belt is a little tight. Li Tang loosened the belt a little Feeling a lot easier to breathe.

He now understands how much those who wear corsets suffer, but looking at the bee-waisted abs he finally got, he suddenly feels that everything is worth it, and it is tolerable to suffer this pain if he wants to have a good figure.

After untiing the belt, the comfort level of lying down is really doubled.Li Tang lay lazily on the bed and played with the gold in his hand. He took it out from his backpack. The specific method is similar to other things. By default, one gold is taken out, and other amounts can only be figured out or mentioned by himself. It will automatically appear in his hand.Fortunately, the gold in his backpack reached the upper limit before A, and he didn’t dispose of all the gold. Otherwise, he would have to turn on the monopoly farming mode first when he crossed empty-handed. He doesn’t know how to make soap, glass, lipstick, cosmetics, etc. .

As for the Tangmen killer's old business, he has no plans for the time being. If he kills people in the holographic game world, he won't have any psychological burden at all. Unfortunately, this is not the case. In the real world, he still can't kill without changing his face or beating his heart. I have no pressure to pat my ass and leave.

And he doesn't have antisocial personality disorder!

He didn't know if he was bound to the legendary game system. He only knew that the system didn't seem smart enough. Whether it was releasing skills or taking out things, words could be sensed instantly, but thinking about the appearance of skills It must be focused and strong, otherwise it will not be sensed by the system, or it will be sensed but delayed for a few seconds before releasing skills or getting things. Originally, he wanted to rely on talking in the future, but thinking about juvenile animation The protagonist has to report the name of the skill while fighting or something before fighting. The more he thinks about it, the more he is in the second grade, he simply decides to read it silently when there is no one and call someone, so that he can train his concentration by the way.

This is a kind of torture for someone like him who must turn on YY to play games while talking nonsense.

There are still some sachets in the backpack that were made at the beginning for goodwill. Li Tang simply took out some copper coins and prepared them for rewards. Mr. Yu just arranged two servants to serve him. I heard that There are quite a lot of unspoken rules of this kind of people, plus his experience of watching the TV series "Dream of Red Mansions" also knows that it is necessary to order people to give money and so on.

I heard that in many big families in ancient times, the master slept in the inner room and the maid waited on the couch outside. Originally, Li Tang was a little worried about this, being served by a girl who was much younger than himself. There is no such rule, perhaps because of his embarrassment, so the person assigned to take care of him is a servant.

"Is anyone there?" Li Tang yelled, and within a minute he heard a knock on the door.

It seems that the work of attendants in ancient times is not easy to do, at least it is a test of ear power.

"This little brother." Li Tang opened the door with a jump, and asked with a smile when he saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with baby fat on his face, "I don't know how to call him?" A little uncomfortable as a teenager, Yu Xinrou is both smooth and good-looking. Although she is small, she is still a little precocious compared to modern children.

"Hero Tang just call me Shunyi." Shunyi blinked and replied excitedly. He heard that this hero Tang was very powerful and single-handedly selected a large group of people to save their lady. He had to serve this one well.

"Hero Tang is hungry? Shunyi will deliver the meal for you." Seeing Li Tang's haggard expression, Shunyi asked cautiously.

"No hurry." Li Tang turned around and moved to the chair and sat down slowly: "I don't feel hungry, but can I bother you to invite a doctor for me?" Then he took out the sachet he had prepared earlier and gave it to him. Satisfactory.

"Hero, wait a moment, Shunyi will invite the doctor here." Shunyi touched the heavy sachet and said courteously, although there is no detailed count, but judging by the weight, this Tang hero is really generous.

"Okay." Li Tang nodded and signaled that he would bring it to the door. There are many mosquitoes in summer nights, so he didn't want to feed them.

Although this little brother Shunyi hid it well, Li Tang still felt his happiness. He thought that the amount he had bagged was not bad, at least it would make the kid happy, so that the burden on his heart would be less.

Just wondering how efficient this Shunyi is, Li Tang took a bite of the cakes on the table, and then satisfactorily ate the various cakes on the table one by one. As for Yu’s cakes, he could only Use one word to describe it—delicious, but wherever it is delicious, he can only describe it as sweet and delicious, and the most satisfying thing for him is that there are no strange additives, so don't worry about it.

Li Tang has never had much interest in and research on these sweet pastries. If you give him the kind of cakes that he can eat or not, he can’t think of them. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t have much expectations. It’s good to eat them suddenly today, although it can’t be called amazing. He can't stop talking but there are still surprises. After all, it is the taste buds that have been devastated by various modern flavors. It is difficult for him to make exaggerated movements and expressions when he eats something good now.

I don't know if these pastries are for appetizers or it's time for dinner. After eating a few pieces, Li Tang not only didn't feel full, but the glutton was almost seduced. Deciding not to wrong himself, just when he was about to call for someone to prepare a meal, he heard a knock on the door.

Immediately, an old voice came in: "The old man came to treat Hero Tang's legs."

"This efficiency is too high." Li Tang couldn't help but praise and then responded: "Doctor, please come in." It would be great if he could learn how to open the door with inner palm strength.

Seeing the doctor walking towards him slowly, Li Tang felt more and more secure in his heart. The appearance of the old Chinese doctor marked by this old man, with kind eyebrows, kind eyes, white hair, childlike face and full beard, looks reliable regardless of the actual medical skills.

"Hero Tang is polite."

"Doctor, please sit down." Li Tang got up and asked the doctor to sit down and asked: "I don't know what to call the old man?"

"The old man's surname is Sun." Dr. Sun nodded and opened the medicine box and said, "Now, Hero Tang, please stretch out your right hand. This old man will give Hero Tang a pulse first."

"Pulse signal?" Li Tang looked at the person in front of him with some puzzlement. Does his leg need to be signaled for his injured leg?

Seeing Li Tang's confusion, Dr. Sun stroked his beard with a slight smile and said, "Hero Tang doesn't know, the pulse is to confirm whether He has suffered internal injuries and whether there are any hidden diseases caused by the fight..."

Although he didn't feel that he might be injured internally, Li Tang still followed Dr. Sun's advice and took it as a physical examination. He was worried that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys would be injured after playing the game too late. damage.

"Yeah." Dr. Sun nodded inscrutablely and then signaled Li Tang to change hands. After the pulses of both hands were checked, he said slowly, "Okay, please lie down on the bed, and this old man will heal Tang's legs."

"Doctor Sun." Li Tang asked nervously after lying down, "Is there nothing wrong with my body?"

"It's okay, Daxia Tang is in good health." Dr. Sun comforted him with a smile.

What's strange is that he didn't feel the flow of true energy when he was feeling his pulse. I heard from the lady that he single-handedly took down the group of thieves with a wounded leg. Back to basics?

Seeing Dr. Sun's words were relaxed but his expression gradually became serious, Li Tang swallowed nervously. He heard that modern doctors don't directly tell terminally ill patients that they have a disease that may be brought on by dogs, but instead tell the patient's family members Be prepared.

"Doctor..." Li Tang said in a panic, "My family is not here, so you can tell me directly if you have anything."

"Not here anymore?" Dr. Sun sensed this point sensitively. Could it be that this young man's family members are all dead?

You can't let the eldest miss marry such an orphan, it's bad luck to overwhelm your parents, what if you overwhelm your own young lady to death again!

Hearing the doctor's question, Li Tang suddenly froze. He always felt that the focus of their understanding was not on the same channel at all?

"My condolences to Hero Tang!" Dr. Sun comforted, although this Hero Tang is physically strong and looks passable, he is really not a good match for Miss...

"Sorrow? No!" Li Tang wailed: "I'm so young, I don't want to see Marx so early!" Can he go back to modern times if he really dies from ancient cancers?

"Marx, who is that?" Hearing Li Tang's wailing, Dr. Sun thought for a few seconds and asked puzzledly after confirming that he had never heard of this name: "Your father and Lingtang also went to see Marx?"

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"Doctor" Li Tang took a deep breath to restrain his urge to beat someone, and asked with a smile on his face, "So, am I not terminally ill?"

"That's right!" Dr. Sun nodded affirmatively and touched his leg. This young man's understanding ability seems to be not very good.

"It's just the legs..." Dr. Sun looked at Li Tang's wound and hesitated to speak.

"No way!" Li Tang covered his eyes in pain: "Is the leg not healed?" Amputation?

"That's not true. There's no broken ligament or strain. It's just a bit of a fracture. It's fine if the bone is straightened." Li Tang didn't wait for anything to say and asked again: "I don't know what Tang Daxia thinks of the eldest lady?"

"What do you think?" Li Tang, who didn't know why the topic changed to this direction, thought for a while. Just as he wanted to politely boast about Yu Xinrou's beauty, he suddenly felt a sharp pain between his legs...

In the next second, Li Tang couldn't help but screamed: "Can you, old man, stop setting your bones so suddenly!"

"Anyway, let me make a mental preparation or something!"