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Meng Mingchao couldn't see what Fang Shiyi was thinking.

Thin light leaked in from the window and fell on Fang Shiyi's face. His handsome face was blurred for a moment, and his expression was unclear. He tilted his head, stretched a beautiful line from his neck to his chin, until his tightly pursed lips horn.

Meng Mingchao felt coldly in his heart: If Fang Shiyi knew that he was probably "not my race", would he still want him?

Will he be expelled from Shanhaimen and never see Fang Shiyi again?

Or will Fang Suyi directly kill him as a monster?

His heart was in a mess, his fingertips were cold, his face became paler, and he looked extremely fragile.Luo Zhiwei noticed that there was a difference in the atmosphere between the two of them, so he took a sip of tea calmly, moistened his throat: "Brother Fang?"

Fang Shiyi came back to his senses, hummed, stepped back a little, raised one hand, and pressed it on Meng Mingchao's shoulder, raised the back of his finger, and gently rubbed his ear, and regained his calm when he spoke: "It's an injury. , should be better cured than chronic diseases. I haven't found the cause of the disease, no wonder... Brother Luo, what kind of injury did Mingchao get? Where is the injury?"

"I want to explore again, but..." Luo Zhi smiled and glanced at Meng Mingchao, "Junior Brother Meng doesn't seem very happy."

Fang Shiyi directly caught the man in front of him, and said flatly: "Brother Luo, don't pay attention to him, just make a move, if he dares to make a move again, I'll knock you out."

Meng Mingchao: "..."

Meng Ming's ignorance at the head of the court was gone, he was anxious and uneasy, he didn't dare to challenge Fang Shiyi, so he could only hold out his hand aggrieved, as if he was being forced into prostitution.

Fang Shiyi laughed angrily: "Why, am I going to train you or sell you? Why are you wronged!"

Meng Mingchao looked up at Zhang's pure and innocent pretty face, and whispered nonsense: "Someone held my hand like this before, and then I almost died."

Fang Shiyi's expression froze.

Luo Zhiwei comforted in a harmonious voice: "Anxin, under the nose of your senior brother, I will probably be gone before I make a move."

Fang Shiyi didn't expect Luo Zhiwei to make such a joke on him, so he couldn't help but dissipate most of the anger provoked by this little ancestor, sighed, and patted Shun Meng Mingchao's back soothingly, his attitude softened: "It's okay , brother is here."

"Be obedient, if you are not cured, the senior brother will always be worried."

Meng Ming lowered his long and dense eyelashes to cover the emotions in his eyes. After a few breaths of silence, he nodded.

After the diagnosis was over, Luo Zhiwei pulled the string hanging from the window, and there was a jingling sound outside, and two medicine boys entered the room: "Senior Brother Luo, what are your orders?"

Luo Zhiwei held the pen, finished writing the last word, and handed over the prescription: "Take this little brother to grab the medicine according to the prescription."

Yaotong saluted respectfully and made a gesture of invitation to Meng Mingchao.

Meng Ming's gaze was cold, he glanced at the two little drug boys, and kept glancing at Fang Shiyi.

Fang Shiyi didn't look at him at all, stretched his hand behind him, and waved casually: "Go, I'll talk to Senior Brother Luo."

With a sullen face, Meng Ming followed him out unhappily.

After the person had left, Fang Shiyi said, "Brother Luo, what do you mean...can't be cured?"

"Well," Luo Zhiwei held the hot tea in his hand and nodded, "Junior Brother Meng's spiritual energy is thin, which is also due to the damage of the spiritual veins. I am not good at medicine, so what I can do for the time being is to give Junior Brother Meng a golden needle, and then help him." Although it cannot be cured by medicine, it will still have a slight effect. I will ask the old man to come and see the master when he comes back."

In just half a day, Luo Zhiwei's words and deeds fell into Fang Shiyi's eyes, which already made him awe-inspiring. Hearing the words, he got up, and solemnly bowed to Luo Zhiwei: "Brother Luo's great favor, Fang Shiyi down."

Luo Zhi dodged slightly, shook his head and smiled: "As a doctor, these are the responsibilities, Brother Fang, please don't be so polite. Brother Fang's love for Junior Brother Ling is really rare, is there a reason?"

"It doesn't count," Fang Shiyi thought for a while, then bent his eyes and smiled, "With the big mouth of the Cultivation Tabloid, most of the fellow Taoists in the Cultivation World know my origin. I didn't have a good life when I was a child. Ming Chao has a similar experience to me. , Seeing him, I think of my former self, and I can't help but become more concerned, treating him as my own younger brother is nothing."

Luo Zhiwei disagreed: "The hearts of people in the world are like a spider's thread, entwined and entwined. Even if they are blood relatives, there are also those who are alienated like strangers. There are countless people who kill each other and betray each other. This is true for close relatives, let alone others. Treat strangers. It’s rare to dig out your heart and lungs.”

"Hey." Fang Shiyi felt a faint pain in the forehead, "I just left Mr. Yi in class, and I met Mr. Luo again."

Speaking of this, Fang Shiyi remembered that Luo Zhiwei seemed to be from the Luo family of the Four Great Aristocratic Families.

Hey, another rich man.

The rich man didn't mind his shabby past at all, and the smile in his eyes grew wider when he heard this: "We are all of the same generation, let's just call by our names."

Fang Suiyi followed good advice like a streamer: "Zhiwei."

"Pick up things." After Luo Zhiwei finished speaking, as if shy, he involuntarily touched his lower lip with his fingertips, hesitating for a long time, "I have a heartfelt request..."

Fang Shiyi pressed Wangshu's scabbard with his fingertips, and replied: "Whoever refers to cuts whom."

Don't say thank you for your kindness, but show the best with actions.

Luo Zhi couldn't help but laugh: "No...can you put a stamp on it and sign it...it's okay if it's inconvenient."

Seeing him hesitating, Fang Shiyi lowered his gaze curiously, Luo Zhi blushed half of his earlobe, and finally sighed helplessly, pushing the thing he was embarrassed to take out in front of Fang Shiyi, covering his lips and coughing lightly A few times.

Fang Shiyi looked down in wonder.

"Fang Shaoxia Clothes Atlas - Out of Print Order"

……

……

???

Fang Shiyi plucked the broken string in his mind numbly: What is this?

He cautiously glanced at the few hairpin seal scripts on the cover, his eyes were full of complexities. When he opened it, Luo Zhiwei explained embarrassingly: "The Cultivation of Immortals tabloid also sells other things. If there are enough spirit stones for flowers, you can get them." this……"

Fang Shiyi thought to himself: Oh.

Tomorrow, I will burn the damn tabloids about cultivating immortals.

Turning over two pages, as expected, there are portraits of Fang Shiyi wearing different clothes, the brushstrokes are exquisite and lifelike, I don’t know what materials, brushes and painting methods are used, they are extremely delicate, and they are still colorful.

Fang Shiyi turned his mind even more confused.

He slapped the booklet shut, his hands trembled for a while, and when he looked up, Luo Zhiwei was so embarrassed that he was about to crawl into the cracks of the floor. Ask the exit.

Fang Shiyi imitated his master's demeanor and took it easy for more than [-] years. This was the first time he faced such a big shock, and his hands trembled a little when he picked up the pen.

Luo Zhiwei was overwhelmed with embarrassment. Seeing that his expression was wrong, he was stunned for a moment, and quickly explained again: "It was a little girl who heard Xingyou said that you were going to come to Medicine Valley and asked me to do it. She is a few years younger than us. Listen to your advice. I have grown up in deeds, and I admire you very much."

Fang Suyi: "..."

Girl, you have been harmed by the tabloid Cultivation of Immortals.

He didn't say anything, his hands didn't shake anymore, and the ink-stained soft tip of the pen smoothly outlined the portrait in the blank space of the album, and with a big swiping of the pen, the three big characters "Fang Shiyi" were swiftly dropped. , dried the ink, and handed the booklet back.

Luo Zhiwei didn't seem to like to beg for help, and he didn't complain about being asked to do this, and there was a gentle gleam in his eyes: "Little girl is going crazy."

Seeing him like this, Fang Shiyi raised his eyebrows with a half-smile.

Luo Zhiwei was stared at by him for a while, and coughed: "It's my... fiancee."

Fang Shiyi had a deep meaning: "It seems that she must be a cute little girl."

"It's hard to say whether it's cute or not," Luo Zhi shook his head slightly, but there was a smile on his lips, "It's very pungent."

Just as he was talking, the sound of footsteps gradually approached. A drug boy led Meng Mingchao back, and the other took the medicine to the nearby Yaolu for decoction.It was already getting dark, Luo Zhiwei didn't often live in this bamboo house, it just happened to be a temporary residence for two guests.

Hearing Luo Zhiwei say "stay as long as you want" before getting up to leave, Meng Mingchao frowned slightly.

The drug boy also left with Luo Zhiwei, and there were only two people left in the bamboo house. The breeze outside made the bamboo leaves rustle, not noisy, but quieter.

Fang Shiyi sorted out Meng Mingchao's abnormal behavior in the past few hours when he came to Medicine Valley, and he was not in a hurry to attack him. After pondering for a moment, seeing Meng Mingchao sitting there quietly and motionless, with his head hanging down like an abandoned child, his heart softened immediately. After a while, he leaned over and lifted his chin with a fan: "Hey, the little beauty has red eye circles, who dares to bully you?"

Meng Mingchao was brooding over the results of Luo Zhiwei's diagnosis, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Fang Shiyi patted his head: "Now I ask a question, you answer. If you refuse to answer, fool or deceive, if you are found out, you will be beaten."

Meng Mingchao: "..."

Fang Shiyi held his hand, and tapped the white palm lightly with the closed fan, asking, "When did you get hurt? Who hurt you?"

Meng Mingchao was ready for Fang Shiyi to ask "what the hell are you" and "why did you lie to me that you were sick and not injured?" Unexpectedly, Fang Shiyi was confused and thought for so long, the most important thing was The question asked was actually this.

The red eyes that were deliberately suppressed were really slightly red at this time: "Senior brother..."

"You haven't answered the question yet, please don't act like a baby." Fang Shiyi slapped his palm gently.

Meng Mingchao was in a daze, bit his lip and thought for a while.

In fact, he is not all nonsense.

The memories of the past disappeared and became blurred. In the dream, it was either a dark and cold place, or a person came towards him. Against the light, he couldn't see the appearance of that person clearly.

So Meng Mingchao replied: "The one who was injured before meeting the senior brother, the one who injured me was... that man in black robe."

It is basically consistent with Fang Suyi's guess.

Fang Shiyi clenched his fan bones expressionlessly, killing intent flashed across his brows.

It was the man in black again.

Master was poisoned because of him, Yu Xingyou and he were also injured by him, and they tried to attack Meng Mingchao again and again.

Who is he?

Can make the group of monsters worship, could it be... the son of the big monster?

Fang Suyi had to face up to one thing.

The time he was pulled into the demon clan formation, the man in black beckoned to him for mercy, if he hadn't been provoked, he probably wouldn't have shot at him at all.

Why is this?

If he is really the son of the great monster, Shanhaimen was the main force that killed the big monster back then, so it would be considered revenge for killing his father. Show mercy with bare hands, could it be that the son of the great demon took the wrong medicine like Meng Mingchao, did nothing for a hundred years, and just cultivated himself under the ice of thousands of miles, and cultivated a good character of repaying grievances with virtue?

What a liar.

There were more and more doubts in his heart, but his face was unobtrusive, and his black and clear pupils stared at Meng Mingchao without blinking.

Being stared at, Meng Mingchao felt guilty for a while.

Then he heard Fang Shiyi ask: "Does it still hurt?"

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Rounding up, I double changed

520 fast fall