Chapter 86 Crow Crow

Author: Shangliu

Chapter 86 Crow Crow

“Hahaha…”

Wu Xin laughed and said, "Mr. Yan, what are you talking nonsense? This is too harmful to Mr. Long's self-esteem."

Long Peng twitched his lips and said quietly, "You two have agreed, did it on purpose?"

"This is a misunderstanding..."

Wuxin smiled slightly, he seemed to have always loved to laugh, "It was purely a coincidence."

"Oh... sneeze!"

Yan Shisan sneezes and said, "It's indeed a coincidence."

Long Peng raised his eyebrows and said, "Yan Shisan, what's wrong with you? It's almost summer and it's still cold?"

"You take care of yourself, you can wrap it like a rice dumpling."

Yan Shisan shivered and sat down slowly, "Little monk, he won't drink this wine, I'll drink it."

"Just drive away the cold."

"good."

Wuxin smiled and threw the wine jar in his hand over, "This is the best spring breeze brew in Sangucheng, sweet and tight, and the aftertaste is as refreshing as the breeze."

"hiss……"

Yan Shisan slapped the wine seal, drank it in big mouthfuls, shook his head and said, "This wine is too sweet, it's more to my taste."

"Some of them are good to drink, you poor guy are picky."

"Poor ghost?"

Yan Shisan said sideways, "You have all made you look like this. You dare to say this, don't be afraid of me..."

Before he could finish his words, he groaned and a little blood spilled out of the corners of his lips.

"Hahaha... you are not even speaking properly, and you are threatening me...hiss..."

Perhaps because of the excessive movement, it affected the injury, Long Peng's painful mouth was straight.

"I deserve it!"

Yan Shisanda laughed, raised his head to drink, and bright red liquid slipped on his cheeks, not sure if it was wine or blood.

"Ahem...ahhhh..."

Yan Shisan coughed violently, and the wine jar in his hand fell to the ground, turning into pieces, and the fragrant wine splashed everywhere.

"Yan Shisan, what's wrong with you? Suddenly, you can't even hold the wine jar?"

Yan Shisan laughed and scolded, "You are so weak... Cough cough..."

"It seems that Li Hanyi is very good at doing it..."

Long Peng reached out to grab Yan Shisan's arm and was a little surprised, "Yan Shisan, you are almost dying."

Yan Shisan rolled his eyes and pulled his hands back, "You are just going to die."

"There are several poisons in your body that have been entrenched in your body for many years. On weekdays, you use your true qi to force it down. Now, Li Hanyi is beaten to this look. The pulse is disordered, the qi and blood are blocked, and the true qi is difficult to get out of the Dantian.

Not that you are dying, what is it?"

"I'm gonna be, crow's mouth."

Yan Shisan looked at the red sun and said slowly, "I have been trained in "The Thirteen Swords of Death" and began to challenge all kinds of swordsmen.

I don’t know how many people in the world want me to die, but it’s a pity that I still haven’t died and still live to this day.”

"Now, but just..."

"A mere fatal injury, right?"

Long Peng smiled and said sideways, "Little monk, you should have good medical skills, right? Why don't you come and have a look?"

"That's right."

Wu Xin nodded slightly, lowered his sleeves, and smiled, "The little monk knows everything, and this medical skill should be considered good."

After taking the pulse, Wuxin's expression changed constantly. After sighing, he patted Yan Shisan's scarred shoulders, causing Yan Shisan's painful mouth to twitch.

"Little monk, did you do it on purpose?"

Wuxin's eyes were crescent-shaped, and he looked unapologetic, "I missed..."

"well……"

Wuxin withdrew his hand, shook his head and sighed, "Prepare for funeral, this body has been ruined so much that it cannot be saved."

"Monster, why are you farting?"

"Yes, quack!"

"quack?"

Wuxin pointed at himself, looked at the two people beside him, and sighed, "Good intentions are not rewarded, the little monk has a very miserable life..."

"Little monk, I find that you are really poor, just like a crow." Yan Shisan said.

"Yan Shisan, I seem to listen to you talking bad things about me behind your back. You weren't such a person before?"

A hoarse and ugly voice sounded like a crow calling came.

I saw the man in black wearing several swords on his back, with a thin body, like a thief, rushing into the yard. His movements were sharp and quick, and I think the light skills were not weak.

Looking at the visitor, Yan Shisan laughed and scolded, "Crow, your voice is still so ugly..."

"Well... you're not much better."

"Um?"

The crow grinned and quickly approached. Seeing Yan Shisan's ghostly appearance, he said in surprise, "Yan Shisan, why are you dying again?"

Wuxin asked in confusion, "What does it mean, he often does this?"

"Not!"

The crow took the melon seeds and peanuts on the table very ripe, and then took the tea bowl, and shouted to Wuxin, "Little monk, don't be standing there, pour wine."

Wu Xin smiled silently, "Okay, pour wine."

“This wine is good and excellent.”

The crow bar smashed his mouth and ate peanuts, continued, "Yan Shisan often does this, making himself half-dead, saying how he feels the taste of death."

"I see, he's just sick!"

"Yan Shisan, are you dead this time?"

The crow drank another sip of wine, maybe because he was drinking too quickly, so he burped, "If you die, give me the sword, I'll greed for you..."

It's a pity-

Yan Shisan kicked out the small stool under the crow's butt. He fell firmly, covering his butt and shouted in pain.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you want to die? I don't mind giving you a try?"

"Cough cough... to relieve the breath, it hurts the body."

The crow coughed twice, quickly poured a bowl of wine, and smiled embarrassedly, "Come on, drink and drink."

"By the way, this guy who made rice dumplings and this handsome little monk, don't know the two names of the noble names?"

The crow patted his chest, took another sip of wine, and said with yellow teeth, "Everyone on the Tao calls me a crow, I am very informed. If you want to know anything about it in the Ming Dynasty, you can ask me. , I'll give you discounts."

"Little monk...Heavenly, without thought."

"puff--"

The wine from the crow's mouth squirted out and said in surprise, "You are Wuxin, the Wuxin of the Young Master of Tianwai Tian."

Wu Xin smiled slightly, folded his hands together, "It's exactly the Wu Xin you said."

"Disrespect, disrespect."

The crow bowed his hand repeatedly and poured a bowl of wine in a flattering manner, "Come on, come on, the young master drinks, drink."

"The little monk is a monk and does not drink alcohol."

“Yes, yes.”

The crow slapped his forehead and took the melon seeds and peanuts from Long Peng's hand, and said anxiously, "Menci cannot drink alcohol, come and eat melon seeds and peanuts."

"this……"

Wu Xin was slightly stunned and smiled at Long Peng, "The little monk is disrespectful."

"Hahaha...Young Master, as long as you are happy, as long as you are happy."

Long Peng was speechless, "Yan Shisan, your friend has always been like this?"

"You beat him to death quickly. I'm annoyed when I look at him, and even more annoyed when I listen to his voice."

Long Peng nodded, "This...is pretty good, then kill me. You can do it. It's inconvenient for me to get hurt."

"Hey, hey, hey... what's the matter?"

The crow shouted, "Brother, don't learn from Yan Shisan. This guy is just a killer. By the way, what's your name?"
Chapter completed!