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129 about the wound 1

The masked man's face darkened instantly, and he made a rough guess. He pursed his thin lips tightly and stared at Qingcheng's little face with cold eyes.

Tianshan Supreme didn't seem to notice the sudden change in the masked man's expression and walked to the hospital bed with a chuckle, staring at Qingcheng with sharp eyes.

"Girl, stretch out your hand and let me see. I'll make sure the toxins in your body are clean." Tianshan Supreme said with a strong smile in his eyes.

And he also glanced sharply at the masked man, with strong dissatisfaction and accusation in his eyes. It seemed that he was so sharp that he said, wait and see, maybe it was the masked man's doubts about his medical skills that made him dissatisfied!

"Okay..." Qingcheng pretended to be weak and looked at Tianshan Supreme, directly ignoring the eyes of the masked man.

Tianshan Supreme caught up with Qingcheng's pulse, as if deliberately delaying time - shaking his head and sighing

He could see that the face of the masked man next to him was turning green and white. He knew that the old man was deliberately showing him a show to make him nervous, but - damn it, he was not at all calm when it came to that woman and lost his cool.

It was like this last time, will it be like this this time? And the hateful old man just calculated that he would be worried and nervous, so he played with him as a matter of course.

hateful--

"The toxins in the body have been cleansed. Let's repair it for a few more days - try not to use ancient martial arts recently. You will be fine after practicing for half a month." Tianshan Supreme finally planned to let go of the masked man and spoke slowly, with a very strict tone.

"Well -" Qingcheng frowned slightly, dissatisfied that she had to practice for half a month without using ancient martial arts. She could only try not to use ancient martial arts as much as possible, but it would be very difficult to not be able to use ancient martial arts at all for half a month.

"What if I use ancient martial arts within half a month?" Qingcheng asked with a frown.

The Supreme Lord of Tianshan stroked his white beard, looked at Qingcheng, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was planning something?

"It may be okay to use some ancient weapons within half a month, but if you use too much ancient weapons - causing the meridians to be damaged, the consequences will be disastrous."

Qingcheng was startled, her face turned a little pale - if the meridians were completely damaged, it was any different from waste. She took a breath, calmed down, looked at Tianshan Supreme, and asked again

"Old man - what medicine did you use on my wound?" Qingcheng asked with confusion on her face.

The wound healed so miraculously, the scar on the face last time was the same, it was shockingly fast, and it didn’t even leave a scar.

The old man from Tianshan was startled. He just looked at Qingcheng intently, his eyes flashing slightly, as if he was thinking about something?

The masked man also stood quietly aside with a bad expression, looking at Qingcheng with helplessness in his eyes.

"Ice Cube Head, how about you tell her?" Tianshan Supreme stood up, looked at the masked man and said, then quickly fled the room without waiting for the masked man to answer.

Qingcheng frowned and looked at the masked man, her eyes flashed dangerously as she stared at the masked man closely.

The masked man stiffened slightly, and seemed to sigh softly. He walked to the table, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Qingcheng. His tall and strong body stood next to the bed, seeming to block a lot of light.

Qingcheng held the tea cup in her hand, her eyes flashed slightly, and the corners of her mouth twitched - Nima... He also poured her a glass of water? Was he planning to have a long conversation? This matter is not that complicated!

"Your body is different from ordinary people? You have a natural recovery function," the masked man said coldly, staring at Qingcheng with deep eyes.

Qingcheng was slightly stunned, holding the teacup in her hand, staring at the masked man with her eyes fixed on her face, full of doubts - the natural recovery function should not belong to ordinary people! Dare - her body is not that of ordinary people.

"Do you know the Celestial Clan?" The masked man noticed Qingcheng's confusion and asked softly.

Qingcheng shook her head blankly, her eyes flashing slightly - she really didn't know what was going on? Does her body's recovery function have anything to do with the Celestial Clan? Damn -

Why? She always felt that there would always be unsolvable mysteries - could these people just finish the story? It was always tempting and really irritating.

"Legend - there is another continent in this world, where the Celestial Clan lives. The people there can live to be hundreds or even thousands of years old. The people there are very powerful, and the innately strong ones are insignificant over there - it is said

, Three hundred years ago, the Celestial Clan gave birth to a baby girl. Her eyes were red - she was the leader of a new generation. She was born with a glorious mission to protect the world.

"Peace" the masked man whispered softly

Qingcheng listened carefully, her expression not showing the slightest difference?

Very good, new leader, protecting the peace of the world - what a sacred mission, what a great woman -

"Two hundred years ago, a big change happened - she was besieged by four major families, and it was difficult for her to beat four hands with one punch - she lost."

Qingcheng nodded again, being beaten by a group of people, it is not embarrassing to lose.
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