I heard that warm water can boil frogs

Wen Chu carefully recalled the situation when Li Yuandao called out "Qingchen" not long ago, his tone was clearly anxious and cautious, which was quite different from the calm and polite eyes just now.

It's not so much to test whether he will recognize it, but to see how much he attaches importance to Ling Qingchen.

Not to mention the familiarity with him since he was a child, even if Li Yuandao was disfigured and disabled, he would recognize someone who met halfway.

However, would Li Yuandao know Ling Qingchen who had a "birthmark" on his face?

He would never believe it.

What is the purpose of pretending not to know each other?He was a little puzzled.

The strength in his hand has long been loosened, but it seems that he is still holding the wrist of the book and candle...

It was only after he reacted that he noticed the strange eyes of the passers-by around him, Wen Chu didn't take it seriously.If this is the words in those people's minds in broad daylight, it must be: in broad daylight, the world is clear, the man clasped his hands and appeared on the street openly, shameless!

Looking back at the books and candles, meeting his eyes, there was no unnatural expression of wanting to get rid of him.

Wen Chu felt very relieved, not everyone thought so, it was simply pedantic.

Let go of his hands, half-embracing the books, scissors and candles that are smaller than his body, lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "Do you want to drink flower wine?"

"Don't go!"

"Really not going?"

"..."

"Then I'll go." Wen Chu raised the corners of his lips, and took a step without waiting for his response.

"Wait for me!"

The smile on the corner of Wen Chu's mouth deepened, his eyebrows and eyes lightly stretched, he heard the footsteps behind him slowly following him, and he knew the struggle in his heart without even looking.

"Li Yuandao is a sanctimonious hypocrite!"

"..." Wen Chu looked at the drunk boy and said nothing.

Shujianzhu held the wine jar, her fair face flushed.His eyes were moist, and he got angry when he saw that Li Yuandao.In fact, he didn't tell Wen Chu that he didn't touch the corpse, but he saw the traces on the corpse.When the blue and purple Yu Hen was stripped off his chest, he could clearly see it.

He had clearly never seen that person before, but he felt very embarrassed, even death left traces of Li Yuandao.It can be seen how paranoid and desperate what I like.

Without even thinking about it, he felt that the person who made the trace was Li Yuandao. Sometimes he felt that his views were very biased, but he stubbornly felt that there were so many rumors and stories in the world, it must be Li Yuandao who had the opportunity to hurt him like this .

"Still angry?" Wen Chu took down the wine jar in his hand, and he came to drink flower wine, but when he saw the women, he was shyer than those women, although those women were not shy at all, after all, they were born Already used to it.

"I even had a face-to-face meeting with my little nephew, and it became a legend." Shu Jianzhu muffled.

Wen Chu was stunned, legend?Still a junior nephew?I'm just an immature brat!

"Okay, he's actually not angry with you." Wen Chu stroked his head amusedly. Recently, he always likes to stroke his head. It feels more and more round and easy to touch.

"Then I'll be even angrier, with an elm head..."

Shujianzhu cursed inarticulately, leaned on the table with his arm pillowed, and lay down on the table in a daze.

Yes, he only has an elm head.

The only way is that the past cannot be traced, and it feels sad to think too much.

With the boy on his back, Wen Chu felt that this kind of life was actually pretty good, ordinary and warm.

He didn't notice that there was a pair of eyes looking at them all the time, and he didn't notice until they entered the inn.

"Hurry up!" A man yelled, he should be tall and tall, his voice was the only one that was particularly loud when he stepped on the ground, and there seemed to be several people behind him...

As soon as they heard some movement, a group of people came to the door of the medical hall.

"Come on!" the burly man yelled. They were all wearing red and black clothes, which should be the uniform of a certain sect.Four people carried a young man on the sick bed, Wen Chu propped his head behind the counter and watched the old doctor hurrying past.

Putting his fingers on the boy's wrist, the old doctor shook his head tremblingly.

"What do you mean by shaking your head, our young master..." The burly man stared at him with a ferocious expression.

"It should be a sign of poisoning, but I'm sorry for my poor medical skills..."

Before he finished speaking, the cold sword was stuck to his neck: "Is there really no way?"

The words and gestures in his hands were threatening. Wen Chu hesitated whether to go up and help, but if he volunteered, he would not be able to save people, and it would be even worse if he was coerced by the way...

"You can't even save people, what kind of doctor are you!" The man snapped, the sword in his hand felt like he was about to seal his throat.

Wen Chu thought silently: You claim to be strong in martial arts, but you may not be able to beat everyone in the world.

The eyes signaled those young people, and they immediately started smashing things with understanding.

Wen Chu was still behind the cabinet, and there were a lot of medicinal materials in the medicine storage cabinet behind him. He saw someone walking towards him... Stretching out his hand and groping, he found that Xiaoyin didn't bring it with him, and now he didn't even have a bluff.

"Go away!"

Wen Chu's body was grabbed by someone, but he remained motionless.

There was no expression on his face, he just calmly stared at the barbarians in front of him.

"Hey~ Don't toast and don't eat fine wine!" Then he stepped forward and kicked Wen Chu, Wen Chu let out a muffled snort, only then did he realize that there is nothing wrong with using violence to control violence.

The figure still didn't move, the man was impatient, the strength in his hand increased greatly, and the wind of the palm came towards Wen Chu, who still didn't even reveal the slightest expression of pain, his body was hit by the palm to the door, and the corner of his mouth had a tinge. Threads of blood.

Gradually, spectators gathered outside the door, but no one stepped forward, with sympathy and disgust in their eyes.

"If you have time to beat people and smash things, it's better to seek medical advice. You young people are mainly dead, maybe it's just a short time away..."

The rest of the words were not spoken, and another palm struck.Wen Chu couldn't avoid it, and threw his body out of the door heavily.

Unexpected pain came, the hands behind him caught his body, and the strong arms half wrapped around his shoulders.With his support, Wen Chu tried to stabilize his figure, then quietly avoided his touch.

Without looking back, this person was someone he could recognize just by his breath, and he smiled shyly in his heart.

Li Yuandao didn't look at him any more, and walked into the clinic.

"Do all the subordinates of Sect Master Yue Luo bully the powerless people like this?"

The anger in the voice was self-evident, and the whole group turned pale and apologized again and again.

"This is not a place for you to run wild!"

Glancing at them coldly, he flung his sleeves away, and when he walked outside, Wen Chu had already disappeared.

Thinking of the blood line at the corner of his mouth, he clenched his palms and walked towards the inn where they were staying.

Wen Chu had expected it a long time ago, so he didn't enter the inn at all, but waited for him to appear in the alley opposite the inn.If it was as he thought, Li Yuandao was just pretending not to know each other.Seeing Li Yuandao entered the inn, he came out after a while.

The smiling face of Shujianzhu disappeared completely when he saw Wen Chu.Pulling the man to sit down, he put his hand on his pulse immediately.Frowning tightly, he said, "Why did you suffer internal injuries?"

Wen Chu twitched the corner of his mouth: "A group of robbers came to the medical hall."

"It's unreasonable. They dare to commit crimes in broad daylight. They don't recognize their mothers if I'm going to poison them!" He opened the cupboard, took the medicine for Wen Chu, and was about to go out.

"Stop!" I tried to speak louder, but when I shouted, I realized that the blood was surging in my chest, and I almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing his pale face, Shu Jianzhu felt angry and sad.

"Both young masters, is it convenient for you to come in?" The servant outside knocked lightly on the door.

"What are you doing!" Shujianzhu's anger happened to be on the boy, but it was just a roar.

The young man smiled and said: "Just now a son said to give this to the person who lives in this room." He put the medicine bottle in his hand on the table and hurried out, the atmosphere inside was a bit tense, he But dare not stay longer.

Wen Chu understood, and the corner of his mouth sneered.

"Come back and sit down."

Shujianzhu sat back after hearing the words, his face was still full of anger.

"You don't know martial arts, and if you go there, you will be subdued."

"I'll poison them before they act!"

"But if you go now, those people have already left, and will they be waiting for you?"

"..." Shu Jianzhu didn't speak, picked up the medicine that the servant just sent and sniffed it at the tip of his nose, "It seems to be a unique and secret medicine, a good medicine for healing wounds."

Wen Chu didn't take the medicine, but took the bottle that Shujianzhu gave him.

"I think this bottle should be more effective." The boy stuffed the medicine sent into his hand, and continued: "I usually like to make poisons and medicines, and I haven't made much medicine for wounds..."

He didn't even change the bottle, it was still the color and pattern he liked.This is a bottle he made himself. The so-called pattern is a finely worded "Chu" and the glaze color is still black, so you can't even find it if you don't rub it carefully.

"Small injury, don't care."

Sighing slightly, Li Yuandao clearly knew that he was Ling Qingchen and kept his distance, did he think that such a Ling Qingchen was not good enough for him?Or do you have any other plans?

The medicine bottle in his hand was tightly clenched, why not wait until the martial arts conference to see.

"Brother Wen."

The book scissors and candle urn let out an angry cry, and asked him hesitantly: "When I checked your pulse just now, I found that you don't seem to have any internal strength? But you usually hold a sword, so I thought you knew martial arts..."

"Walking in the rivers and lakes must have a guy next to me. I don't know martial arts, but some people will believe me if I do it, so I won't suffer every time."

As soon as he woke up, he knew that it wasn't that he lacked internal energy, but that he was quite weak, as if nothing existed.In addition, after taking the medicine to disguise his appearance, his body was a little weak, so he was slapped and stepped back a few steps.

"Oh, it seems very reasonable. Then do you know who sent this medicine?"

"I don't know."

Wen Chu was lying on the bed exhausted, Li Yuandao's thoughts were unknown, Song Yanmo's identity was unknown, and his future was unknown.Reaching out to touch the red spots on his face, he fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing this, Shu Jianzhu went out, and when he went downstairs, he asked about the medicine delivery person, then turned around and went to the hospital to buy medicine.External injuries can heal on their own, internal injuries need recuperation to heal, and the prescription has already been thought of in my heart.

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Are there any little angels???(ˊ?ˋ)???*