150. Chapter 150 May God bless the prey targeted by demons 10
"Don't worry, there won't be anything wrong. Well, I also have a box of privately made ointment here, which can effectively repair wounds. It is made of pure nature. You only need a little at a time. It will take effect within twelve hours. How about it? This is available in the market.
Priceless goodies, I'll sell them to you at a 10% discount." President Feng Da is a rich man and doesn't care about mere decimals. Adhering to the highest principle of cheating every dollar he can, Chu Xuanshizi opened his mouth and reported it.
An astronomical number.
"How many? Take them all out." The quack doctor has a bad heart, but his medical skills are not bad, and he is especially good at using homemade medicines. Unfortunately, he is lazy and only makes a little bit every year. It is not enough to distribute it to a group of bad friends. There is no hope at all.
He would put it out for sale. Fengxing seized the opportunity, how could he let it go? Such a good ointment solved the big trouble that troubled him.
Being overwhelmed with pride, Chu Xuan was only immersed in the joy of succeeding in tricking people, and did not notice at all that Feng Xing behind him looked at him with a sinister smile, his blue-black eyes filled with calculations.
"As expected, he is a big customer, and he is very happy to deal with it." Thumbs up and praise without hesitation, Chu Xuan took out the few remaining boxes of Yaoxiang, and calculated the total in his mind.
Developed, developed.
Although he is not short of money to spend, he still needs to see where the money comes from.
No matter how much money Feng Xing gave him, it wouldn't be too heavy.
"Okay, you can go. Someone will take you away. We will pick you up by private plane. Have a pleasant journey." As soon as Feng Xing finished speaking, Uncle Fu who was guarding the door immediately opened the door and made a gesture of invitation, not forgetting to help.
Chu Xuan was carrying a large medicine box.
Thirty minutes later, Uncle Fu returned.
"Mr. Feng, according to your instructions, someone has already escorted Dr. Chu to the airport. We have chosen a small tribe only three hundred kilometers away from the Great Rift Valley in Africa as the destination. He will be sent there directly. Of course, he
There will be a huge check in his hand. In addition, all the things he brought will be seized and sent back to his hospital."
Uncle Fu always handles matters without leakage, strictly follows the master's instructions, and never mixes his personal opinions.
Fengxing is quite satisfied with this.
He was somewhat looking forward to how Chu Xuan, in a primitive tribe far away from modern society, would use the temporarily irredeemable wealth in his hand to return to the familiar world.
Tsk tsk, among the primitive tribes near the Great Rift Valley in Africa, Uncle Fu is quite good at choosing places. I wonder if there are cannibals there. Chu Xuan is gentle and has fine skin and tender meat. He must be quite popular.
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Feng Xing spread her calves and looked sharply between her legs. After applying the new ointment, the redness and swelling disappeared, and she looked much better. She was quite satisfied.
The expensive medicine is indeed very effective. It seems that he doesn't have to work hard to restrain himself tonight, for fear of hurting her and hurting himself.
But why didn't Qianxun wake up? He stayed awake for less than half an hour from morning to night. After drinking some white porridge, he fell asleep tiredly. Was he really that tired?
Feng Xing lay down undressed and faced her face to face.
She was sleeping soundly, her eyes were tightly closed, her long black eyelashes naturally curved upward, and occasionally they would tremble slightly, which was bright and moving.
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Duhan: My face is disfigured, my allergic reaction is getting worse and worse, I can’t control the trend, what should I do, spread your hands -_-||