"Little bastard, turtle lamb, donkey leftover egg, do you still know how to come back? My god, your ancestor, you bastard, you starve to death."

"Ah, my God, you don't have eyes, why don't you hit him to death? You hit him to death. Grandpa, I will be a cow or a horse for you for the rest of my life..."

...

In the gloomy and cold charity village, it seemed like a bomb was ignited and roared everywhere. The ram cursed angrily, hating the unfairness of the sky, hating the unfairness of the earth, and the voice roaring, even better than the thunder and the morning drum, which cursed so miserable that it was inexplicable, and it shook the roof of the hall down layers of ashes...

day!

Feng Jueyu heard the sound and turned around. He jumped out of the distance with clever hands, covered his ears quickly, and shouted loudly, "Okay, stop shouting."

"Fuck, you've tied me here for so long, and you won't let me shout? I'll shout, I'll scold you to death, I'll fight you with you, I..."

The ram struggled desperately at the two short legs tied to the pillar, with a blushing face and thick neck, and six hairs stood up, as hard as a magic needle. At the same time, all kinds of curses were like surging rivers, with thousands of horses galloping, and squirting out...

Young Master Feng fell down, waved his hand, and said, "Okay, you scold me, I'll leave first, I can't afford to serve you..."

Seeing that Feng Jueyu was about to leave, Yang Yu was stunned and shouted with all his might: "Come back for me."

Feng Jueyu stood firm and smiled disgustedly: "Don't scold?"

Yang Yu wanted to scold again, but suddenly she sniffed, staring straight at the two things Feng Jueyu was holding, and asked, "Boy, what have you brought?"

A dog? Feng Da Shao was so angry that he walked up to him in all directions, picked up the pork head meat and the old wine and shook it in front of Gong Yang Yu, "You're hungry, pork head meat, the old wine, how about it? Are you still scolding me?"

It was really uncomfortable to not eat for two nights for a day. Yang Yu licked his dry lips, swallowed his breath, and let out a low and hoarse roar like a beast from his throat: "Let me go, let me go, hurry..."

Feng Jueyu rolled his eyes: "You are reincarnated by a terrible devil."

"Nonsense, try hungry for two nights and one day, let me go..."

"Okay, yes, I'm convinced." After having enough fun, Feng Jueyu felt a little unbearable. After all, this old man is not young anymore, and he will definitely not be able to bear it if he hasn't eaten for a long time.

So Feng Jueyu put the pork head meat and old wine on the ground, walked to the back of the pillar, and said while untiing the rope: "Don't blame me. If you weren't aggressive, I wouldn't tie you here. I apologized to you. From now on, you and I will not owe each other. If you want to fight, I will accompany you, but with your current body, you should have no chance of winning..."

"You guys are so stupid."

The rope fell off, and the Yang Yumao ran out like a fish. The speed was faster than the big hole being sealed by someone. He pulled the oil paper bag on the ground like a dog robbed the shit, and ignored it and burped it. He sat on a stinking corpse, holding a half-pulled pig's head and gnawed it...

"Damn!" Feng Jueyu was stunned and disgusted. This guy didn't find a good place to eat. Sitting on the corpse, he was so amazing.

Anyway, after sealing the Yang Yu's major meridians, Feng Jueyu was not in a hurry to leave, so he simply sat under the pillar and waited for Yang Yu to finish eating.

After a while, three pounds of pork head meat and a pot of old wine entered Gong Yang Yu's stomach. The old man's mouth was greasy, and he patted his belly and burped it extremely loudly, and then he stood up with satisfaction.

Seeing this, Feng Jueyu stood up, patted his butt and said, "Okay, let's just stop cheating, you're fine, I can leave."

"Wait... hiccup..." Gong Yang Yu left with a burp and stopped Feng Jueyu and said, "Don't leave now, I'll ask you, are you doing your medical skills and learning?"

Feng Jueyu was happy, and he knew that he couldn't leave. Just now, it was just a trick of trying to get.

"What do you care about?" Feng Jueyu pretended to be calm and raised his eyebrows. He wanted to please me, so you had to show sincerity.

"Just keep in mind my business." Gong Yang Yu said loudly.

Gong Yang Yu knew that although he was tied up by Feng Jueyu, he woke up and found that the cold ice spirit in his body had been relieved and his stubborn disease did not recur. This shocked Gong Yang Yu, who had been tortured by Bing Jin for many years.

This cold and Bingjin was left by his enemy many years ago. He did not receive timely treatment and gradually turned into an irrecoverable flaw. Gong Yang Yu had sought medical treatment everywhere but was not cured. Originally, he wanted to find a quiet place to spend the rest of his life. Unexpectedly, he met Feng Jueyu in the charity village of the capital of Tiannan Kingdom.

Although he didn't know how Feng Jueyu did it, he realized with years of experience in illness that only Feng Jueyu could help him recover his strength, so he did not hate Feng Jueyu, but instead felt grateful.

If Feng Jueyu hadn't come one day and one night, Gong Yang would definitely not have hurt anyone.

Now that he has eaten and drunk enough, Yang Yu is preparing to seek medical treatment...

With eyes facing each other, Yang Yu coughed twice and said calmly: "Okay, boy, there is yours. To be honest, I am sick and have serious internal injuries. I believe you should know. People who are not secretly tell me, you just need to help the old man treat my injuries. If you are cured, you can do whatever conditions you have. Let me tell you again, don't look at the old man. I'm a corpse. I was famous on the mainland before, and there is nothing I can't do. If you think about it, cure me, it will only benefit you. Just do it..."

Feng Jueyu was so happy and said, "Old man, are you not sick? Are there anyone who asks for help like this? Still have you decided to do it? If you are sick, please let me treat it. Let me take care of it? Let me... It's the first time I have seen someone asking for help like this, but I won't treat it!"

Feng Jueyu shook his hand and leaned against the pillar with his arms in his arms. He didn't leave, just waiting for Gong Yang Yu to show his performance.

"Huh? Are you still angry?" Gong Yang Yu tilted his nose and cursed: "Don't forget, you broke into the old man's territory, you tied the old man, do you still have the virtue of respecting the old man and loving the young man? You're still right if you're hungry for two whole nights and a whole day?"

"Virtue? I'm so beautiful, you don't have a good time!" Feng Jueyu retorted: "Who did it first? Who... I'm too lazy to pay attention to you. If you want to treat the disease, you can show your sincerity."

The two looked at each other and saw that the other party was not a good-looking lamp. Especially Gong Yang Yu, looking up and down at Feng Jueyu, and thought to himself: This kid is not old, but his mind is calm and sophisticated. He looks like a ruffian, but in fact he is as meticulous as dust. He is a master who does not suffer any losses, and it is difficult to deal with...

Gong Yang Yu thought about it and made up his mind. If the disease is cured, he can live for another twenty or thirty years. For nothing, let you take advantage of it.

Thinking of this, Yang Yu asked, "Okay, then tell me, how much money does it cost to cure this disease?"

"Silver?" Feng Jueyu sneered and said, "Don't tempt me, let me tell you the truth, I am poor and only silver is left."

"Fuck." Yang Yu grinned and cursed: "No money, what do you want? Don't let me guess, we'll all be happy."

Feng Jueyu saw Yang Yu Tiexin, knowing that his goal had reached half a certain level, he immediately said, "One condition, I will be a bodyguard for three years."

"bodyguard?"

"It's the guard!" Feng Jueyu explained.

"Fuck." Gong Yang Yu stopped doing it when he heard this: "You asked my Blood Soul Sword Gong Yang Yu to be a guardian for you? No... It's too embarrassing to say it."

"Blood Soul Sword?" Feng Jueyu's eyes lit up. He saw that the old man was not very skilled, and perhaps he was a famous master. He didn't expect that he would have such a cool name.

But I don’t care whether you are a Blood Soul Sword or a Pig Sword, and I have to keep it on my side when I come to my Evil Emperor.

Feng Jueyu pretended not to hear the three words "Blood Soul Knife" and said angrily: "I care what kind of knife you are? If you don't agree, I'll leave..."

"Damn, stop." Gong Yang Yu didn't expect that Feng Jueyu was so tough, and there was no such store when he passed by this village.

The old man stopped him and stretched out a finger and said, "Three years can't do it, one year."

"Two years."

“One year and one month.”

"For two years, just do it, don't do it."

"Okay, that's it." Yang Yu saw that Feng Jueyu refused to give up, and agreed in helplessness.

Feng Jueyu laughed secretly: I didn't expect this old man to bargain, so he got into a trap so easily. He thought he had agreed as he came every year. So stupid.

Feng Jueyu, who was happy in his heart, remained unchanged and continued to pretend to behave, "A word is certain, when will he follow me?"

Gong Yang Yu thought for a while and said, "Tomorrow, I'm going to the yamen to say, "Damn it, I don't want to do it anymore. I count the bodies every day and lose them on my head. I don't have the time to watch this thing every day, it's so stinking."

Feng Jueyu heard someone complaining, and almost fell on the ground: "You can't see the body thrown into such a big place? You are so awesome."

Yang Yu rolled his eyes, scratched his bare head, and asked in confusion: "What does it mean?"

"It's cool!"

“Cheer?”

"Just drag."

"Ruck?"

"This..." Feng Jueyu was sweating profusely. Such an advanced statement seemed not popular in Taixuan Continent. How could he say it? He had a sudden inspiration: "It's just a mighty man!"

Gong Yang Yu suddenly realized: "So that's it, that's why I'm awesome..."

"puff……"

Feng Jueyu's face turned pale when he heard this, and he felt so suffocated...

This guy is so funny, he even calls him a singular... So, so powerful, such a powerful master is hard to find in the world, I have rarely had a great fortune, haha, with this guy here, it seems that life will not be boring in the future.

Seeing Feng Jueyu holding his joy, Gong Yang did not doubt the origin of the word "awesome". He thought he did not believe in his ability, and immediately said angrily: "You laugh, I am just awesome, don't you believe it? Wait, one day I will let you see how awesome I am..."

Feng Jueyu was already so happy that he was circulating his stomach and intestines. He couldn't bear to destroy Gong Yang Yu's mood. Feng Jueyu held his stomach in one hand and held his thumb in the other, remembering a classic line: "Who is awesome, you are awesome, okay, you are awesome, are you awesome?"

"That's right." Yang Yu straightened his back and asked, "Tell me where you live? I'll go find you tomorrow..."

Feng Jueyu didn't want to stay any longer. Seeing this guy's stinky appearance, he would probably make him laugh to death if he stayed there. He quickly said, "My name is Feng Jueyu, just bring me up."

"It's settled..."

So, Feng Da Killer used three pounds of pork head meat, a pot of old wine and the unique medical skills to trick the Blood Soul Sword Yang Yu to Jishifang...

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