One Hundred and Eight Ways to Discuss the Villain's Poorness

Hearing Meng Guiwen's words, the boy shrank his neck and looked at the bowl of medicine next to him.

Although he was injured, with so many pills, he could still act.

It's just that internal injuries can only heal slowly after all.

He picked up the medicine bowl, blew on the medicine which was still hot, and then took a sip.

The boy seemed to have never drank such a bitter medicine, and couldn't help frowning.

After he finished drinking the medicine, he looked at the three of them, and finally his eyes fell on Yu He.

"Thank you, thank you for saving me." The boy thanked him aloud.

After saying this, he coughed twice again.

Long Shu didn't respond, still looking at his scroll.

Meng Guiwen looked away and ignored him.

Yu He moved his lips, but only whispered: "No problem."

When the boy heard this, he suddenly remembered something.

He struggled to get up.

"Master, Master, Uncle, and the others...how about my Master, Teacher, Uncle, and the others?" the boy said again.

"Dead." Perhaps the scroll was finished, or the young man was too noisy, Long Shu finally put away the scroll and looked at the young man.

-

The young man is about fifteen or sixteen years old, but he is only at the fifth level of Qi training.

Even dare to appear in the inner circle of Qingshuang Forest.

Of course, the only one who knows how to cultivate is this young man.

Other people's mood and dantian are gone.

It is impossible to know the cultivation base.

But if you dare to enter the inner circle, you must at least have a golden core cultivation base.

With Jindan cultivators leading the team, it is no ordinary small sect.

When the young man heard Long Shu's words, his bloodless face instantly turned pale.

Couldn't speak for a while.

His tears fell out in big drops.

Coupled with the sign of his birth, ordinary people will feel pitiful when they see it.

It's a pity that one of the people in front of him won't show mercy, one doesn't care, and the other can't see it.

"Which sect?" Long Shu didn't care about the young man, but asked his own question instead.

"Pure... Yangzong." The boy replied.

When Long Shu heard about the Pure Yang Sect, he understood a little bit.

It can indeed be regarded as a larger sect.

Under the five great immortal sects, there are countless sects.

Zongmen is divided into upper Zongmen and lower Zongmen.

The rank of the upper sect is naturally not comparable to the five great immortal sects, but the Zhenfeng Continent can be regarded as a good place for disciples of cultivating immortals, after all, there are aristocratic families as background.

For example, if you can't enter the five great immortal gates, you will naturally go to the sect.

If you can't enter the upper sect, you will go to the lower sect.

Although the Taiqing Sect accepts disciples with low talents, they are only less talented than the five great immortal sects.

Moreover, the number of disciples recruited by the Taiqing Sect is also limited.

This led to the existence of the upper sect and the lower sect.

For example, this Chunyang sect belongs to the upper sect.

Zongmen belong to the family lineage.

A sect practices the same kind of kung fu, or the same kind of swordsmanship.

Inclusiveness is not as good as the Five Great Immortal Gates.

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"Do you still remember who intercepted and killed you?" Long Shu asked again.

Hearing this, the young man wiped away his tears, then shook his head: "I don't remember, when I realized it, I was already in a coma, and when I woke up, I saw you."

When Long Shu asked the young man, he couldn't find anything.

It's not as good as Meng Guiyi's understanding.

Simply do not ask.

It's just that he has some doubts.

All his masters and uncles have lost their dantian mood and heart.

This kid is so lucky?

It's just a hole in the chest, not dead.

The young man thought that Long Shu would still ask, but Long Shu withdrew his eyes and stopped talking.

For a while, the entire cave was extremely quiet.

He was lying on a blanket and had blankets on him.

Diagonally opposite him, there is a delicate sheet, on which a young girl who looks young is lying.

She was the one who pushed the medicine bowl over with spiritual power just now.

But fetching things from a distance can only be done at the golden core stage.

He only glanced at it and then looked away, not daring to look any further.

At least the cultivation of the three people in front of him is far above his.

Because of their cultivation, none of the teenagers can see through them.

In the entire cave, apart from the burning fire, there are a few luminous talismans above the head.

They don't care about the presence of spirit beasts at all.

The boy sat for a while, then shrank into the blanket and did not move.

-

When Meng Guiyi woke up, looking at the exquisite screen in front of him, he couldn't help but rubbed his eyes.

Did she have it when she fell asleep last night?

It directly blocked the sight of the boy and Long Shu.

She got up and lay down on the screen to look out.

Long Shu didn't know where he had gone, and the boy also woke up at this time.

Hearing the movement, he looked at the screen and saw Meng Guiyi.

When Meng Guiwen saw the young man looking at her, his eyes fell on the young man.

He kept staring at the boy.

Although Meng Guiwen was expressionless, her appearance was top-notch.

The boy was naturally a little uncomfortable being stared at by such a beautiful girl.

He was a little overwhelmed, but still blushed slightly.

But Meng Guiyi kept staring at him as if he couldn't see the boy's shyness.

It seems to want to see a flower in the young man.

Until Yuhe opened his mouth.

"Miss is awake?"

When Meng Guiwen heard Yu He's voice, he withdrew his gaze.

"Hmm." Meng Guiwen hummed.

Yu He got a response, and then came over, and put those screens back into the storage ring.

Meng Guiwen was not very surprised.

This is indeed something Yuhe can do.

"Miss, do you want your hair tied?" Yu He asked after thinking about it.

Hearing this, Meng Guiwen stretched out his hand to stroke his hair.

The hair tie no longer knew where she had slept.

Hair is also loose.

Meng Guiwen was silent for a moment before agreeing.

"want."

Although Meng Guiwen didn't know how Yu He knew that his hair was loose.

But she really couldn't handle her long hair.

It is already so difficult to tie a ponytail, and it is really difficult for a strong man to pull it into a bun.

Meng Guiwen walked towards Yuhe.

She sat down in his arms with peace of mind.

Yuhe: .....

"Miss, men and women can't kiss each other." Yu He didn't dare to stretch out his hand to push Meng Guiyi.

"En." Meng Guiwen hummed, but didn't get up.

At this time, Yu He's face was already flushed.

On that touch of white snow, red clouds suddenly flew over.

-

There were footsteps at the door.

Probably Long Shu came back.

Meng Guiwen looked up.

It's just that before she raised her head, the people behind her got up subconsciously and threw her out.

Meng Guiwen just fell to the ground.

Yu He also realized what he had done, and hurriedly got up to go to La Menggui.

But Long Shu had already reached the entrance of the cave.

Then I saw the following scene.

Meng Guiyi stuck his hands on the ground with his hair loose.

Yu He half bent over, as if he wanted to pull someone, but he was a little ambiguous because of Long Shu's perspective.

Long Shu couldn't help whistling.

"Playing so big?"

Hearing this, Meng Guiwen stood up abruptly, and directly bumped into the chin of Yu He who was pulling her from behind.

Yu He's fair skin instantly turned red.

Yu He's jaw hurt, but he immediately asked: "Miss, your head..." Does it hurt...

It's just that before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Meng Guiwen.

"You don't have a head, let me see your chin." Meng Guiwen ignored Long Shu and looked at Yu He's red chin.

She got up a little more violently, and most people wouldn't be so popular when they were hit.

Ke Yuhe's skin made a mark with every pinch.

Yu He wanted to say it was okay, but his face was pinched by a small hand.

He couldn't help but refuse half a point.

At this moment, he felt that his chin didn't hurt so much, but the place where it was pinched was faintly hot.