Xia Ruohai immediately slapped his forehead and said with great disgust: "You brat, the God of War can't even save himself, but now you ask me to save you first, don't you want to be ignorant?"
Yang Laosan was startled.
She secretly glanced at Zhou Yuan and found that he had become very young now, so handsome that people and gods were outraged, and he did not look like an uncle at all.
"Brother Zhou!"
"I'm not that great." Zhou Yuan put his hands behind his back and said in a cold tone: "Yang Laosan, get well soon, I want to know the whereabouts of the dragon whip."
Xia Ruohai stopped moving.
He turned around and glanced at Zhou Yuan, and said in a calm tone: "This kid doesn't know what to do, don't waste this dragon whip, it can cure your poison."
"How long can Yang Laosan hold on?" Zhou Yuan asked with a frown.
Xia Ruohai replied: "No more than six hours, his injuries are too serious and he has no resistance at all."
Zhou Yuan closed his mouth tightly.
Yang Laosan has nothing to do with him. He was already poisoned when he secretly hid the dragon whip.
Save him or not?
"Save him first!"
Yang Laosan had fallen into a coma and did not hear the conversation between the two at all. He was too tired and bleeding too much. As soon as he lay down on the table, he felt his eyelids heavy.
Xia Ruohai was filled with admiration.
Zhou Yuan is indeed the God of War, and he is always proud of him. He will no longer feel inferior to his skin color.
Although Yang Laosan has a strong physique, after suffering such a serious injury, his pulse is becoming more and more fragile. If he does not save it, he may be dead immediately.
"I don't agree." Xia Ruohai objected very much.
Zhou Yuan chuckled lightly and said: "Save his life first, and I will find the dragon whip. This little thing won't trouble me, and Yang Laosan will not die for his crime."
"God of War!" Xia Ruohai immediately extended his thumb. If it were him, he wouldn't have the courage to give others a chance to live: "You are indeed the best, I admire you very much."
After saying that, he immediately started to treat Yang Laosan.
Zhou Yuan walked to the window, looked at the bright lights outside, and asked calmly: "It's so busy right now. It seems that the guests are really distinguished."
Xia Ruohai curled his lips and said without raising his head: "Don't go out, they are a group of bandits who want to take away a carriage of medicinal materials without giving you a penny."
Zhou Yuan was a little curious.
Zhang Beimu is a typical miser. Even spending a piece of crystal will kill him. Now he wants to send a cart of medicinal materials.
"Who is the distinguished guest today?"
"Elder Mu of Qingcheng Sect sent several wooden frames with exquisite paintings carved inside, saying they were gifts for Zhang Beimu." Xia Ruohai said lightly, with disdain in his tone.
Zhou Yuan's heart sank.
Qingcheng Sect?
They just sent people to intercept and kill him on the way, probably to prevent him from returning to Yaowangzhuang. They must have some ulterior motive.
"Where is Elder Mu?"
"It should be in the study room." Xia Ruohai stopped what he was doing and looked up at Zhou Yuan: "You must not join in the fun. Elder Mu looks down on us yellow people. He will cause trouble in Yaowangzhuang."
Zhou Yuan never gave up.
The Qingcheng Sect has no good intentions at all. Elder Mu must have something up his sleeve: "I'll go take a look!"