Tomb Raider: The Saint of Wanjiang and Her Guardians

"Didn't you hate him before?"

Chi Jue pulled her to sit down and tidied up her messy headdress.

Chi Gu: "That was in the past. Now... I think he's pretty good. Besides, when I was away, he helped Wan Jiang solve the Wang family problem. We owe him a favor."

Chi Jue nodded, and he took a sip of tea slowly: "You know that my brother is only good at spiritual arts. If you want to save people, you have to find dad and grandpa."

Chi Gu rested his chin on the table, feeling a little troubled: "But I think... Dad won't save him. Grandpa... We all know how difficult it is for him to save."

"That's for others. If you ask for it, it may not be a difficult thing." Chi Jue looked at Chi Gu. He knew that Wanjiang now wanted to make more of their saint, and he would definitely grant her any request.

"Besides...recently, grandpa and his friends have been improving their strength due to the development of the times. If you give Wuxie to them, they should be happy to use him as an experiment."

Wanjiang was not like it is now, where everything has to rely on medical treatment. What they are researching is to achieve the medical scope required now through Wanjiang's spiritual arts and ancient methods.

Chi Gu nodded: "Okay, then I can only ask grandpa."

"Actually, you can also ask Grandpa for help. After all, the poison in your body is of its nature, and Grandpa is quite proficient in puppetry. With the two of them refining a life puppet for you, it shouldn't be difficult."

"Ha...haha...I should ask grandpa first."

Chi Gu didn't want to look for Chi Lin. Chi Gu was the most serious among all people, and Chi Lin was very partial. He only had a good face towards the people of the Wanjiang tribe, so he might not necessarily save Wuxie.

"Speaking of which... where are Brother Xiaohua and Liangliang?"

Chi Jue was stunned for a moment: "Xiao Hua... seems to have gone to contact the medical team for Wu Xie, and A Liang may have gone to find Wu Er Bai."

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In the ward.

The fat man walked silently to Wuxie with the chicken soup and scooped out the chicken soup from the thermos little by little.

Wuxie coughed a few times and saw Zhang Qiling at the door. He was standing there, guarding them.

The fat man blew on the chicken soup and passed it to Wuxie. Wuxie took a sip and looked at him and continued to blow it: "I don't want to drink it anymore."

The fat man pursed his lips and drank all the chicken soup in silence, then sat down on the edge of his bed. The atmosphere was a little solemn.

"I'm sorry, Fatty."

Fatty: "I wonder what I would do if it were me. I, Fatty Wang, am going to die, and one of the three will be missing. I will definitely tell you the first time. I can't let you know about this with those bastards outside, right?

I'm not that disloyal.

What on earth are you thinking? Why don't you tell me? Why? Why?

Should I call you Tian Zhen...? We are the iron triangle, I am Wang Fatty, you are Tian Zhen, Brother, do you know about this?"

The two were silent for a while. Fatty Wang smiled sarcastically and nodded: "If one of our corners is really missing, how can we live? Who can I tell you to go?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up and walked out.

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Wu Erbai sat on the sofa, his face full of anger, looking displeased at the heavy-hearted man in front of him: "Wu Xie is in a very bad condition now. What does he want to do before he dies? Spread the news in the industry and let them know who is going to help Wu Xie... and let him die, which is to offend me!"