abuse the world

Shen Zikun was awakened by the pain. When he opened his eyes, he felt that he was being dragged forward slowly while being tied to a rope, and the wounds on his body had already been ruptured due to the vibration, and almost every second was a torment.

Shen Zikun had a pale face, and when he raised his head slightly, he saw a thin back. Shen Zikun squinted his eyes and recalled the last scene before he fell into a coma, and the murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Thinking of him, Shen Zikun, who has achieved golden alchemy for dozens of years, gained a great reputation in the cultivation world, and has few rivals under Yuanying, how can he not complain that he capsized in the gutter this time!Moreover, the person beside him dared to treat him like this. Feeling that the wound was soaked by rain, Shen Zikun gritted his teeth and completely hated Zhong Qing.

Zhongqing didn't know that the slag behind him had woken up and had all kinds of thoughts that were not good for him. Of course, if he knew, he would definitely laugh and act first. No matter how Mo Langhuan would blame him in the future, Zhongqing would also I want to send this scumbag to see Hades directly.

Zhong Qing has never been a good person. The saying that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda is a joke to him. If the scum poses a slight threat to him, he will naturally be relentless.

Of course, Mo Junxie, who was inside Mo Langhuan's shell, immediately felt the killing intent, but he just looked at the water mirror without saying a word, and suddenly the corners of his mouth slightly curled up. The Mozun seemed to have discovered something Interesting things.

The heavy rain stopped unknowingly, and Mo Langhuan, who was staying in the sea of ​​consciousness, watched Shen Zikun worriedly through the water mirror.He watched Zhong Qing struggling to drag the pale slag in the mud, feeling both scared and worried.

It was the first time Mo Langhuan saw someone who was seriously injured and unconscious. He usually couldn't bear to hurt even a bug, let alone a living human life.So in the ruined temple, Zhongqing told him to take the wounded to seek medical treatment, and immediately nodded in agreement, for fear of delaying the condition by a second.He had read in the book that delaying treatment is the most dangerous thing.

Mo Langhuan saw that Zhazha couldn't help shaking his body because he was hit by a stone, and immediately couldn't bear it, but when he thought of Zhongqing's saying that he could only use this method now, and he was absolutely sure that dragging Zhazha in this way would not hurt him. When the wound was endangered, I closed my eyes and stopped looking at it.In the final analysis, Zhongqing was just bullying Mo Langhuan for his lack of common sense.

Zhongqing walked on the muddy road with difficulty, he felt a little dizzy, probably because the shell was too delicate, and he would catch a cold after being exposed to the rain.

Fortunately, within two steps, Zhongqing saw the huge city gate from a distance.

When Zhongqing dragged the slag to the gate of the city, he quickly rushed into the city against the strange eyes of the people around him.No matter what, he urgently needs a bowl of ginger soup now.

After asking a kind-hearted aunt and gaining her heart, Zhong Qing finally stood in front of the black-hearted doctor in the article.

Walking into the medical hall, Zhongqing threw a piece of silver to the guy who came up to him and wanted to chase him away.The man was stunned by Zhongqing's money, and immediately put on a flattering face, making the corners of Zhongqing's mouth twitch.The apprentice guy carefully invited Zhong Qing in. He had seen Zhong Qing and Zha Zha in their ragged clothes before, and they were in a mess. He thought they were beggars who came to seek medical treatment. Does the rich boy like this kind of dress?For the first time, the little apprentice got tangled up because of the epidemic in the city.

Zhongqing dragged his slag into the inner hall.He saw the shrewd old doctor right in front of him.

The old doctor saw Zhong Qing's appearance for the first time, and couldn't help frowning. Just as he was about to sternly scold his apprentice for bringing in a beggar-like person, he saw the apprentice next to Zhong Qing with sharp eyes. Holding a silver ingot with a rippling face (Wang Fugui had already fainted from crying in the toilet), the old face immediately smiled like a chrysanthemum, and hurriedly asked Zhong Qing to sit down.

I saw Zhongqing casually throwing down the half-dead dregs, sitting on the chair unceremoniously, and then put his left hand on the pulse case, what a fine old doctor is, he immediately squeezed his beard with a smile on his face, and gave Zhongqing felt the pulse, and it was not until Zhongqing got impatient that he wrote down a prescription without haste, and while instructing his apprentice to take the medicine for Zhongqing, he told Zhongqing, "My lord, this is an evil wind entering the body, take a few Putting on the medicine will ensure that the medicine will cure the disease, but I have to eat less meat in these few days."

Zhongqing nodded, and put the five ingots of silver on the pulse case, and the old doctor smiled even more when he saw this.Only then did Zhong Qing point to a certain scum who was unconscious and whose life and death were unknown, "I'll come see him tomorrow, and you are indispensable to save Yin Zi."

Suddenly felt a certain scum from the world full of malice: ...

Zhong Qing didn't care what the slag thought, he rubbed his aching forehead, took the packaged medicinal materials handed over by the clerk, turned around and went to the inn to settle down.It seemed that he was really going to catch a cold this time, Zhongqing sighed and said he must take a good rest.

Zhongqing recalled that the abuse article had reached this point, Mo Langhuan carried the scum back to this medical clinic, and also met these two powerful masters and apprentices, because they had no money and were kicked out directly.In order to save the scum, Mo Langhuan had no choice but to kneel and beg at the door of the medical center. Tired and hungry, he developed a high fever. In the end, he signed the deed of sale and sold himself to a brothel in a daze. Suddenly, my head hurts even more.This is no longer the Madonna, this is the fool.He, Mo Zhongqing, wanted to teach this idiot no matter what. It was okay to save people, but he absolutely couldn't involve himself in it.

On the other side, Xuanyuan's house in Wantu City.

Xuanyuan Feng was sitting on a chair, looking at a notice in his hand, his face was dark and unclear, while the three servants kneeling below were trembling and did not dare to make any sound.

I don't know how long it has passed, Xuanyuan Feng picked up the pen, crossed out the word "runaway slave" on the paper, and then threw the paper down casually, "Changed."

One of the three servants obediently picked up the notice on the ground, and retreated with the remaining two.