The Talented Doctor

"Oh, good disciple, you don't know, the teacher has suffered a lot to save him this time, and 90% of his true energy has been completely depleted, and it will take at least half a month to recover. This loss is simply more than half a month. Immeasurable, you must use countless fine wines to compensate for being a teacher!"

He Xi smiled and nodded. He really had nothing to do with him, an old naughty master.

The old man’s gaze fell on Ouyang Haoxuan, but there was a deep touch in his eyes, "Good boy, this little guy has experienced too much darkness, and now the spirit has been infected with a dark and bloodthirsty devil. Just now. The master was careless for a while and almost was eaten back by the devilish energy on his body. Fortunately, you promptly used your pure spirit fire to expel the devilish energy and let us all escape. But..."

"You still have to be careful with this person. If the dark side of his heart is out of control one day, it may actually hurt you. Boy, I think you should stay away from this little guy."

Hexi smiled, there was no fluctuation in his expression, but he said indifferently: "If I had had his experience, I might become darker and bloodthirsty than him."

"What's more, instead of fearing the unknown result and choosing to escape, I am more willing to choose to improve my strength so that no one can hurt me."

The old man was stunned, then he laughed a few times, stroked his beard and hurriedly left.

The wine Hexi gave him just now, but there are still a few jars that he hasn't drunk. He has used so much true yuan this time, and almost even this clone collapsed, it's a loss! No, he needs to drink more wine to make up... all of them are made up for it! ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Hexi stayed on the spot, watching Ouyang Haoxuan rolling on the sand, roaring and wailing in pain.

The scorching heat wave caused the temperature of the desert to rise rapidly, even if Hexi had condensed water and spiritual resistance, the hair and clothes were gradually wetted by sweat.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Ouyang Haoxuan could no longer bear the burning pain everywhere, and suddenly stretched out his hand, digging towards his dantian fiercely.

There seemed to be something breaking down in his mind, telling him that being alive is so painful.

He has lost everything, and if he survives, he has no meaning anymore.

Instead of living so painfully and desperately, he might as well die.

The hand raised to the air was grabbed, and the hand that grabbed him was cold and soft, but with decisive power.

The cold and transparent voice sounded deep in his ears, with a tone of sarcasm and contempt, "Ouyang Haoxuan, how good are you?"

"Your parents were tortured and killed by Feng's family, and your home was destroyed by Feng Yunjing. Before your father died, he still remembered your safety. Please me to save you and let you live well. Your hatred is not yet there. Report, your parents haven't been buried yet, you just want to die? Ouyang Haoxuan, are you facing the blood and blood that your parents bear on you?"

Ouyang Haoxuan opened his eyes with difficulty, faintly reflected in a beautiful face.

The eyebrows are picturesque, beautiful and handsome, with sweaty black hair hanging down, drooping on the snow-white forehead, making the youth look weak and delicate.

But those clear and beautiful phoenix eyes were so cold and decisive.

With a sarcastic arc, as if laughing at his cowardice, his incompetence.

Do not! He didn't want to be laughed at by these eyes, and he didn't want to be looked down upon by this person.

He wants to live, even if he loses all hope, even if he has nothing, at least he can stay with this person.