Shi Chenhua's eyes became even more bleak: "The fault is that I am a man? Heaven, Baiyun, can this be considered a mistake? Wait, wait, wait, even if I am a man, even if I have a little nosebleed, you can beat me
What am I doing? Wait a minute, I am a man, not even if I am a man..."
"Let's go." Ling Chuxi looked at Shi Chenhua, whose eyes were getting more and more confused, and laughed out loud: Your biggest fault is not that you are a man, nor that you have a nosebleed, but that you reason with women and you deserve it.
Get beaten.
After Ling Chuxi and Ziyin left, Shi Chenhua was also ready to practice. After walking a few steps, Yue saluted and shouted attentively from behind: "Uncle, please walk slowly and come back early in the evening. I will go find some more."
Use the spiritual herbs to prepare a large tonic soup for several master uncles."
Shi Chenhua staggered and almost fell to the ground: Do you want to make up for it? If you try to make up for it, even if he is not crushed to death by that tigress Ziyin, he will be sprayed with nosebleeds. Young Master Shi made up his mind, even if he starves to death, he will die.
I won’t drink any tonic soup anymore.
Unfortunately, things backfired, and soon the gap between reality and ideals was once again revealed for Shi Dae Shao Shao.
In the evening, a few people who had finished practicing had just returned to the small courtyard when they smelled the attractive aroma wafting from inside.
"Uncle Ling, Uncle Zi, and Uncle Shi, you are back. Hurry up. I just made the Thirteenth Complete Tonic Soup. Drink it while it's hot."
Gudong. Shi Chenhua’s throat twitched and his expression changed drastically.
The Thirteen Quantitative Tonic Decoctions... The Twelve Quantitative Tonic Decoctions had treated him like that in the morning, and now the Thirteen Quantitative Tonic Decoctions are here again. This is life-threatening.
"I, I'm tired. Let's go back to the room and rest first. Use it slowly, use it slowly." Shi Chenhua stuttered a little as he spoke, and walked towards the room as he spoke.
"Wait, drink the soup before going." Ling Chuxi grabbed Shi Chenhua.
"No need, Senior Sister, you can just drink it, I'll leave it to you to replenish your health." Shi Chenhua said with a smile that was uglier than crying.
"No, although this soup has some side effects on you, it is of great benefit to your cultivation. The three meridians are about to be destroyed, and you must improve your strength as soon as possible." Ling Chuxi held Shi Chenhua back and said righteously.
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"But, but..." Shi Chenhua looked at Ling Chuxi pitifully.
"Isn't it just a nosebleed? What's the big deal? Drink quickly." Ziyin raised his foot and got into a kicking stance.
Ling Chuxi also looked uncertain, as if a storm might come at any time.
"Okay, okay, can't I drink it?" Shi Chenhua almost cried.
Isn't it just a nosebleed? You said it in a relaxed way. Is that a flow? It's a spurt, like a fountain.
But facing the threats from the two men, Shi Chenhua couldn't resist at all.
Forget it, isn't it just a matter of spraying some nosebleeds? Anyway, as Yue Kaili said, spraying some nosebleeds is just the right way to vent your anger, but I don't believe it, and you can spray me to death.
Beside the stone table, Ling Chuxi and Ziyin happily drank the Shiquan Dabu Decoction. Young Master Shi held the bowl and drank it all in one gulp. When he put down the soup bowl, his eyes were full of sadness, and there was a strong wind and Yi Shuihan.
, the taste of a strong man that will never return once it is gone.
"Isn't this okay? It's not that serious. Have another bowl and I'll serve it for you." Ziyin filled another bowl for him.
If it had been in the past, Shi Chenhua would have been so happy that he could not sleep all night when he saw the beauty in his dream being so enthusiastic and considerate. But now, holding the bowl full of Shisanquan Dabu Decoction, he just wanted to cry loudly.
Even if you hate me, you don't have to hate me like this. This is clearly a rhythm that drives people to death.