Cook Niu knocked on a spatula and Zhang Shun sat on the ground.

Despite wearing excellent soundproof earmuffs, he still felt severe pain in his eardrum and temporarily lost his balance. His heart seemed to be kicked in the throat by someone, and his chest and back seemed to be hit by a siege hammer at the same time, shaking everything in his chest into liquid.

At this time, it can be heard that the thick black cylinder, which was regarded as an anvil, was made of metal. After the spatula was lifted up again, it still made a "buzzing" sound, very much like a big bell that had just been ringed.

Cook Niu picked up the iron chopsticks. Zhang Shun saw that the front end of the metal strip that was still emitting a dark red light had been flattened by a huge force, as thin as a piece of paper. The chef shook the impurities on it, put the metal strip like a badminton racket back on the cylinder, changed the position, and another spatula.

Zhang Shun felt that he was about to die, so he covered his chest and gasped. He had been released a lot of blood just now, and his body was already a little weak. If this continues, he will be shocked to death.

The blind Taoist noticed Zhang Shun's situation, walked over and helped him up, pointed to the kitchen door, and asked him to wait outside the door.

Zhang Shun nodded gratefully and walked out of the door with the kitchen counter. What surprised him was that as soon as he left the kitchen door, the "buzzing" sound disappeared without a trace. When he turned around, he happened to see Chef Niu shaking the impurities and slapping another spatula.

Sure enough, no sound came out, and there seemed to be a layer of soundproof film inside the door frame. You could see inside, enter inside, but you could not hear inside.

After the five spatulas, the iron bars had turned into an oval thin paper and had cooled down. The chef shattered all the impurities, crumpled the "paper" into a ball and threw it back into the pot.

The blind Taoist waved at Zhang Shun. Zhang Shun returned to the kitchen and started to pull the bellows. He couldn't use his hands to force him, and the flames were far higher than before.

The second time he lifted the pot away from the flames, the blind man waved to Zhang Shun with a smirk. Zhang Shun sighed and walked over, stretching out his right hand helplessly.

Another knife was parallel to the previous wound. After the blood was released, Zhang Shun could no longer stand up. He did not bother the blind Taoist. He crawled out of the kitchen with his hands and feet, sat cross-legged on the ground, and drank some hot drinks.

Filling the trough, cooling, and patting the spatula, Cook Niu focused on doing it carefully and threw the second "paper" ball into the pot. Zhang Shun felt that the color of the paper was darker than before.

This time, the blind Taoist did not call Zhang Shun, and walked to the bellows and pulled them up. The flame suddenly rushed to a position more than three meters high, almost burning to the ceiling of the kitchen.

The fire was even bigger, but this time I cooked the soup for a longer time. Cook Niu's expression was focused, while the blind Taoist man actually looked serious.

Zhang Shun knew this time was more critical. Without waiting for the blind Taoist to wave, he climbed straight into the kitchen. When the pot was out of fire, the blind Taoist came over and helped him up, and put the turtle mung bean talisman on Zhang Shun's forehead.

Zhang Shun weakly raised his right hand, and his eyelids could hardly open it.

Perhaps because he was afraid that Zhang Shunliu would not bleed, the blind Taoist man was even more cruel this time. He pulled a knife upright and directly pulled a big hole in the blood vessel, leaving a "bar" symbol on Zhang Shun's hand.

Zhang Shun couldn't feel the pain, and he didn't even know when he fainted.

***

Opening his eyes, his forehead was warm, and Zhang Shun saw him lying in his room with a severe headache and a slightly fragrant hot towel covered his forehead.

He wanted to sit up, but when he raised his hand, he found that the chopsticks were covered with several layers of quilts. Then he realized that it was very cold, and his body seemed to be desperately absorbing the heat emitted by the towel on his forehead.

"Nurse..." Zhang Shun shouted weakly. The scent on the towel was so unique that he had only smelled it on one person.

"Hey! You are really awake. When the Blind Taoist carried you up, I thought you were dead." Yu Xiaoyao appeared beside the bed with a smile.

"Nurse, what day is it today? Where is this?" Zhang Shun said in that half-dead tone, as if he was calling for the soul.

Yu Xiaoyao was stunned and said suspiciously: "You have been in a coma for more than four hours, and it is only eleven o'clock in the evening. You... don't know?"

"What do you know? I... who am I?" Zhang Shun said and closed his eyes again.

Yu Xiaoyao was really scared and said with a stern face, "If you pretend, recover immediately! Otherwise, I will never pay attention to you again. Also, don't call the nurse, call me my name!"

"Oh, it's Xiaoyao!" Zhang Shun's voice immediately regained his vitality, his eyes wide open, and he looked dying.

Yu Xiaoyao gave Zhang Shun a blank look: "Don't make such jokes in the future, otherwise I will slap you a big shot."

Zhang Shun laughed and said in a low voice: "There is no such a rough nurse, and there is no room for imagination."

"Imagine space?" Yu Xiaoyao suddenly changed to that charming look and asked in a tempting voice: "You mean, role-playing, uniform temptation?"

Zhang Shun's bones were so soft that he nodded vigorously.

"Okay, I promise you..." Yu Xiaoyao bent down gently, put her face close to Zhang Shun, exhaled like orchids, and said softly: "If you can still remember me in the next life, I will promise you... I have enough room for imagination now? It can make you imagine for the rest of your life!"

The muscles on Zhang Shun's face twitched like a villain in the movie. He said in a hoarse voice: "It's too cruel? Is it still alive?"

Yu Xiaoyao straightened her waist and smiled proudly: "You must be cruel to you! Who made you joke around? If I had known that you were so energetic, I wouldn't have been so worried about you before."

Zhang Shun smiled very slutty: "Are you worried? Hehe, you must be crying again."

Yu Xiaoyao turned her back and said with a red face, "Who is crying, but there is no..."

Just now, she saw the blind Taoist coming up with Zhang Shun's pale "corpse", and immediately cried, which scared the Taoist priest to the point of being so panicked that he almost threw Zhang Shun to the ground.

Zhang Shun smiled even more treacherously and pretended to be weak again: "Cold... so cold!"

Yu Xiaoyao quickly turned around, took off the towel from his forehead, dipped it in hot water and prepared to fold it on and cover it, but Zhang Shun said, "This is useless. I am cold on my body and my head is not cold."

Yu Xiaoyao asked anxiously: "What should I do?"

"Take a bath!" Zhang Shun said the long-planned lines.

"Okay, I'll call the blind Taoist." Yu Xiaoyao snorted and turned to leave.

"No, no! The Taoist priest helped me get weapons. He was tired all night. Let him rest. The monk wanted to guard the gate, but the sir didn't come out... he didn't come out of the reception desk..." Zhang Shun said embarrassedly.

"Okay, I'll cook a pot of boiling water and throw you in. Anyway, you're not afraid of boiling water." Yu Xiaoyao said and was about to go out again.

"Uh... well, I'm willing to shave all over my body. If I dare to pull the emperor off, I'll boil water. But... I can't wash my clothes when I take a bath, right?" Zhang Shun's voice became obscene this time.

"You... Why didn't you see you so thick-skinned when I was going to buy that thing? Why did you blush when we were chatting that night? Why did you become like this after not seeing you for two days?" Yu Xiaoyao returned to the bed and asked angrily.

Zhang Shun said carelessly: "That's different. Women and women's products have different concepts. This is called a real man doing something and not doing anything. The atmosphere that night was different from today. My condition was naturally different. Uh... I'll do it like this. If you don't take a bath, I heard that people's bodies can keep each other warm..." Before he finished speaking, a hot towel suddenly covered his face, making him so hot that he screamed like a pig.

The door opened and closed. It seemed that Yu Xiaoyao had gone back. Zhang Shun sighed, hoping that her words would make her forget the shock in the afternoon for the time being. At least when she was sleeping, she was not thinking about the scene of him being beaten up, otherwise she would have to have a nightmare all night.

Taking off the towel on his face, Zhang Shun screamed again - this time he was scared.

The blind Taoist's ugly face stood in front of him, and his smile was hundreds of times more obscene than Zhang Shun just now: "Where are the two quarrels? Interesting!"

Zhang Shun turned his face away and pushed the blind Taoist's face away: "I have to have a nightmare when I was so scared by you. By the way, why are you doing so much blood for me? Don't cultivators say one or two drops?"

The blind Taoist gave Zhang Shun a blank look: "What you said is the essence and blood. Can you afford it? A drop of essence and blood is more precious than the blood in your body. In fact, your blood has not been released enough. I stopped because I was afraid that you would die. So the things I created were not very satisfied with, probably only eight cents."

"From your level, eight points is already very good, right? How many points can the turtle mung bean talisman have?" Zhang Shun flattered at the right time.

The blind Taoist was so happy that his face burst into laughter: "The turtle mung bean talisman is six points, which can only cure injuries and has no other effect."

When Zhang Shun heard this, he was overjoyed and could save him even after almost emitting blood. The turtle mung bean talisman is not ordinary useful, but it is still two points less than his weapon. This is great news!

The blind Taoist looked at Zhang Shun with satisfaction and took out the pair of boxing gloves.

The gloves are stuffy and black and will not reflect. The overall shape is very similar to the edges used in a textile machine. The pointed ends can be easily chiseled into the skull. There are four round holes in the middle, which are polished very smoothly. There is a groove on the handle that is specially used to enlarge the thumb, which is very ergonomic. The handle is thick and can hold the palm. Just holding this handle should feel very comfortable.

The side of the boxing gloves that look like an axe blade, but without a sharp edge can not only ensure sufficient impact but also avoid wear of the blade. Overall, the shape of the boxing gloves is a bit low-key, but if anyone dares to underestimate it, the outcome will be very miserable.

"The design of this glove comes from Indian boxing swords, finger tigers, stone locks and hand axes. I have tried to simplify the structure as much as possible. Anyway, you are used to fight instead of defense, which is completely in line with your dominance... It is completely created according to your requirements for 'power'. It is a work of conscience!" The blind Taoist introduced with his eyes spreading, and it really felt like a Taoist bone fairy style, so proud that he was about to hum a song.

Zhang Shun was stunned: "Then why are you doing so much blood on me?"

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It's Monday again, and there's another update tonight at midnight.
Chapter completed!