There are always so many sexes every day

Murong Ang asked Song Huanhuan the reason for his injury, Qing Zhu and An Jia answered truthfully.

Murong Ang was silent for a long while, and finally just waved his hands to let them leave. What he was thinking in his heart, no one else knew.

Song Huanhuan, who had never been injured before, was in so much pain that she didn't care about her image at all. When she was awake, she grinned in pain. From time to time, she acted coquettishly at Murong Ang (of course he would never admit that it was coquettish), looking at Murong Ang's doting After looking dazed for a while, he felt less pain.

Murong Ang had something to do, so naturally he wouldn't accompany him every day, Qing Zhu and Huang Ying also had to do things, so the little assassin who had nothing to do had to keep company with Song Huanhuan.

The little assassin was holding a plate of snacks, stuffed a piece into Song Huanhuan's mouth from time to time, and asked, "How is your injury?"

Song Huanhuan swallowed what was in her mouth, and said with a bitter face: "I finally forgot the injury and pretended it didn't hurt. Can you stop me from remembering?"

The little assassin smiled unkindly.

Song Huanhuan hummed twice, and said, "What about you? Are you not injured?"

The little assassin shook his head: "Of course I'm fine, I can protect myself."

Song Huanhuan was puzzled, didn't she lose her martial arts?What else is there?

The little assassin explained: "I have learned to use poison before, so if it wasn't for my extraordinary kung fu, I wouldn't be able to do anything about it."

Song Huanhuan's eyes widened: "You still use poison? Why didn't I know?"

The little assassin said indifferently: "You never asked me."

Song Huanhuan vomited blood, no normal person would ask this question!Xiaobai, how can you talk back?You are a good kid who is naturally stupid!

Song Huanhuan ruthlessly pinched the little assassin's increasingly white and tender face, and then grasped the point: "Then you can teach me too, I can't do anything and it's too useless to always be a hindrance."

The little assassin nodded: "It's really useless."

Song Huanhuan: "..."

As if he didn't see Song Huanhuan's bitter face, the little assassin continued: "But I can't teach you. If you are not careful in using poison, you will have an accident. You should find a poison expert to teach you."

Song Huanhuan scratched his face in disappointment and said, "I don't know what a master poisoner is..." I didn't expect that he finally wanted to improve himself once, and God didn't give him a chance.

"I do know a person, but I don't know if he will teach you."

Song Huanhuan's eyes lit up: "Who?"

The little assassin stuffed another sweet date into Song Huanhuan's mouth, and then said: "There lived in Jinyang City a well-known medicine king, who suddenly retired from the world 20 years ago and came here to live in seclusion."

Song Huanhuan's black line: "I want to learn to use poison to protect myself. Why are you telling me the king of medicine?" But the king of medicine is indeed a magic weapon that exists in every world~

"Stupid!" The little assassin said seriously, "There is no distinction between medicine and poison. The king of medicine is powerful in medicine, and even more powerful in poison. If you really learn from him, you will know everything."

Song Huanhuan was moved.

"but……"

"But what?"

The little assassin frowned: "People say that Yao Wang's personality is unpredictable, and he poisons people if he doesn't like it, and since his only apprentice disappeared 15 years ago, he has never confiscated any apprentices. , was kicked out too, if you go..."

The little assassin didn't need to tell Song Huanhuan what was left, but it was absolutely impossible to make him a vegetarian after seeing a crispy chicken!

Song Huanhuan clapped his paws: "I've decided, I must go to learn art, old man or something, I can't take it without my young master, hahaha... hiss... it hurts..."

When the wound was touched, Song Huanhuan's expression twisted instantly.

The little assassin laughed unkindly, Song Huanhuan gave him a white look, and felt that Xiaobai was getting less and less white, so he changed it to Xiaohei...

Action is not as good as heartbeat, but action also requires a good body. Song Huanhuan's art study plan was naturally slapped to death.

But Song Huanhuan also knew that they couldn't stay here for too long, the martial arts conference was about to be held in a month, and they were in a hurry, so they had to get there early.

The wound medicine given by Mr. Mu was very useful. After three days, the wound started to scab. Song Huanhuan clicked his tongue: "The existence of ancient wound medicine is really unreasonable..."

"Sir, what are you talking about?"

Song Huanhuan shook her head: "It's nothing."

Qing Zhu combed Song Huanhuan's hair and straightened her clothes before saying: "Okay, but you shouldn't get out of bed now, my lord. Although the wound is scabbed, what should I do if I accidentally touch it again?"

Song Huanhuan was funny: "Your son, how can I be so delicate? Besides, it's uncomfortable to be bored in bed all the time. Why don't you go out for a walk."

Qingzhu pouted: "I knew I couldn't say it, my lord..." As he spoke, he helped the helpless Song Huanhuan out.

After walking a few steps, I ran into Mr. Mu. Mr. Mu nodded: "You feel better?"

Song Huan laughed and said, "Well, it doesn't hurt so much anymore, thank you for the medicine."

Mr. Mu said: "No problem, but the medicine can't be stopped, you don't go out now, don't tear your wound."

Song Huanhuan said: "I know, I'm just bored in the room, so I came out to have a look."

Mr. Mu nodded, "I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave first."

"Well, Mr. Mu, please wait a moment..."

Mr. Mu turned back: "What's the matter?"

Song Huanhuan rubbed the back of his head and said, "That's right. I want to ask if you know where the King of Medicine, who lived in seclusion 15 years ago, lives now?"

Mr. Mu's expression froze: "What are you looking for?"

Seeing the change in Mr. Mu's expression, Song Huanhuan laughed: "I just talked to Xiaobai a few days ago, so I was curious and wanted to ask."

Mr. Mu was silent for a while, before he said: "He is in the same position as my Tianchong sect, if nothing happens, don't go to him."

Song Huanhuan's eyes widened, what else?He wanted to ask again, but Mr. Mu walked away in a daze.

Qingzhu said: "What's wrong with the curator's father?"

Song Huanhuan shook his head: "I don't know." It seemed like a big gossip, and from Mr. Mu's appearance, it seemed that he knew the medicine king and had a good friendship.

Although he was warned by Mr. Mu, Song Huanhuan still didn't want to give up. He couldn't always be a drag. Besides, every man has a martial arts dream in his heart. He doesn't have time to learn Kung Fu now, so it's okay to learn something else~

In the evening, after seeing Murong Ang, Song Huanhuan brought up this issue.

Murong Ang put down the book in his hand, and said, "You want to learn poison from the King of Medicine?"

Song Huanhuan nodded: "You have to learn both medicine and poison."

"Why?"

Song Huanhuan said: "Look, you are all very good. Even Huang Ying is so good at kung fu. I, a grown man, can't even protect myself. It's too embarrassing."

Murong raised his eyebrows.

"I can't always be the one who is holding back and let you protect me." Song Huanhuan walked over, knelt down in front of Murong Ang, and said, "I also want to protect you...well, this is a bit ridiculous..."

Murong Ang raised his hand to pull him to sit on his body, and said calmly: "Speak."

Song Huanhuan adjusted her posture, and continued: "Kung fu or something, I can't learn it at my age, but I can also learn medicine and poison. If something happens to me in the future, I can also sprinkle some poison to protect myself, so as not to hurt me." You are causing trouble."

"You're not trouble."

Song Huanhuan blushed: "I know..." Really, what sweet talk~

"After I go back, I'll find someone to teach you."

"No, there is a ready-made person here, I want to learn from him." Song Huanhuan said cryptically.

Murong Ang was silent, and after a while he said: "The medicine king can't do it, change someone."

"Why not?"

"The King of Medicine hates the person who worships my religion the most, so why is he willing to accept you as his disciple?"

Song Huanhuan squinted his eyes, and said these words again, but what Murong Ang meant was that the King of Medicine hated Tian Chongjiao, but Tian Chongjiao had no hatred for King Yao.

"Is there... is there something hidden in this?" Song Huanhuan swore that he was really not gossiping, he just wanted to clarify the matter so that he could learn from his teacher.

Murong Ang said: "It's all about 15 years ago, there's not much to talk about."

Song Huanhuan sighed, he hated the kind of people who shut up halfway through their words, aroused people's curiosity and then warned others not to ask again... What a scam!

Murong Ang picked up Song Huanhuan and said, "Don't think about it anymore, your injury is not healed yet, go to rest early."

Song Huanhuan hooked Murong Ang's neck and shot all kinds of shame, this guy has become more and more loyal recently, what a lover~

Because of Song Huanhuan's injuries, Murong Ang had been abstinent for a long time, and he only rested after a few kisses every day, but in the end, Song Huanhuan burned himself with desire and finally fell into a bitter sleep.

Even after being warned by Murong Ang and Mr. Mu, Song Huanhuan still didn't want to give up, saying that he was either stubborn or straight-minded, he wanted to learn, and he also wanted to figure out the old things 15 years ago.

Song Huanhuan naively thought that if he had a good relationship with Yao Wang, he would have found a big help, which would be a great thing for Tian Chongjiao.

So, the next day, Song Huanhuan teased the little assassin and Qingzhu and went out secretly.

An Bing who was hidden in the dark asked, "Do you want to tell the leader?"

Dark armor: "You go, I will follow."

"I don't want to go, the leader is terrible~"

Dark A: "I'll go, you go to Dark B and follow."

"Good~"

Yao Wang's residence is easy to find, just ask anyone with a big knife.

Knowing the destination, Song Huanhuan led the two younger brothers there with high spirits.

After walking the distance, Song Huanhuan suddenly remembered that he still had nothing left, so he turned around and asked the little assassin, "Does this medicine king have anything he likes?"

The little assassin said with certainty: "Yes."

"What is it?"

"His apprentice."

Song Huanhuan: "..."

After giving the little assassin a chestnut fried in sugar, Song Huanhuan said with a dark face, "Be more serious."

The little assassin shook his head: "Then I don't know. It is said that the medicine king is uncertain, and he didn't say that he has any preferences."

Song Huanhuan smacked her lips: "This is going to be difficult..."

Song Huanhuan, who couldn't think of a good way, had to carry a few bags of food (how could it be food again?), and started towards the goal nervously.

I just didn't expect to be shocked when I got close.

The author has something to say: Xiaoshou must be strong and strong!

By the way, my uncle’s younger brother is going to be engaged to a bird, and he will get married this year. As an older sister, I still don’t have a partner. It’s so hard QAQ

I really want to open a new pit, but I am too lazy to code and cast aside myself...

Mua girls who read the text~ I am nagging again...