The God of Quick Transmigration is on again

Chapter 1343 Hero, Dried This Bowl of Chicken Soup (131)

This guard's martial arts is relatively strong, and he is also good at acupuncture.

This time, Nangong Wubing couldn't move anymore...

"Young Master, things like swords have no eyes. Young Master, you have always been weak. It is better for you to hold a book than a sword." The guard smiled softly at Nangong Wu Bing, and he was not mocking Nangong Wu Bing. If you are weak and don't know how to do martial arts, this is his heartfelt advice.

Nangong Wubing is more suitable for holding books than swords.

……

In the evening, Jing Qingran and the others were having dinner.

"We've been out to play for so long, why don't we go back tomorrow." Lian Mo said.

Hearing this, Xiao Tao nodded in agreement.

Jing Qingran looked at Lian Mo, then nodded, and Jiuye also nodded.

……

Nangong Wubing's hands were tied, his feet were also tied, his mouth was stuffed with a cloth, and the acupuncture points on his body had been untied.

Now, in the carriage, it is difficult for this man to move.

However, his posture was considered comfortable, lying down on a soft cushion.

He couldn't hurt himself, he couldn't even bite his tongue.

So, how does he eat?Does he bite his tongue while eating?
This is a difficult problem.

After all, Nangong Wubing is their eldest master, and it is impossible for them to let Nangong Wubing go hungry.

"My lord, eat well and don't bite your tongue." Zhang An advised him.

I wanted to take the ball of cloth out of his mouth, but I was afraid that he would bite his tongue.

However, it was very uncomfortable to keep the cloth stuffed in his mouth, and Nangong Wubing's cheeks were very sore.

Nangong Wubing nodded to Zhang An. Seeing this, Zhang An also reached out to take out the cloth ball.

In order to prevent him from biting his tongue, the cloth was stuffed tightly, and Nangong Wu Bing's cheeks also suffered a lot. Now, when the cloth was taken out, Nangong Wu Bing breathed heavily, and his cheeks were sore.

"Hands, let go of your hands!" He tried hard to say these words with a sore throat.

Zhang An nodded and untied the rope from his hand.

Nangong Wubing sat up and stretched out his hand to rub his cheeks, this feeling was really uncomfortable.

"My lord, don't bite your tongue, and don't do things that hurt yourself." Zhang An told him.

"Water, give me water." Nangong Wubing was suffering so badly now, how could he bite his tongue?Where do you have the heart to do things that hurt yourself?

Zhang An also prepared water and handed it to him. Nangong Wubing took the water and gulped it down.

The sore and dry throat was moistened with water, and I felt that my whole life was complete.

After calming down for a while, Nangong Wubing finally said, "Is Brother Lian Mo here?"

"Sir, even the heroes haven't come yet." Zhang An said.

"Brother Lian Mo..." There were tears in his eyes.

"My lord, don't think about them anymore, let's go back." Zhang An said.

"No, I'm going to find them." Nangong Wubing just shook his head.

He mainly wanted to find Lian Mo.

"My lord, you must be hungry too, let's eat." Zhang An said.

"I'm going to find them." Nangong Wubing planned to get off the carriage.

"Young master, don't be stubborn anymore, you won't be able to go back." The man standing outside the carriage said to Nangong Wubing.

"Uncle Zhang, help me, can you help me?" Nangong Wubing looked at Zhang An, and begged him, his lips were pale without much blood.

"My lord, I...I can't help you..." Zhang An said, shaking his head at him.

(End of this chapter)