People looked at Zheng Dan blankly, with heat in everyone's eyes.
food!
drug!
These are what everyone lacks most right now.
Especially since many people are suffering from injuries and illnesses at the moment. They are suffering so much that they naturally crave the best medicines...
"You're dreaming!!" After hearing Zheng Dan's words, Chang Ying, Jiang She and others were furious.
"Little junior sister, you are too presumptuous! Do you want to destroy Qinghe Hall?"
"Your father has been the master of Qinghe Hall for decades. This hall has been devoted to his efforts, and it also carries the will of my ancestors of the Donghuang Sect, but you want to annex it? You... you are simply treasonous.
!!”
Everyone was filled with indignation, accusing and cursing.
Zheng Luo's face darkened and he shouted seriously: "Dandan, if you want to annex Qinghe Hall? Then I advise you to save it. Even if your father and I die, I will not let you succeed!"
"Then you can't bear to watch all these people die from their injuries?" Zheng Dan pointed at the Qinghe Hall disciples at the scene and said with a smile.
Zheng Luo's expression suddenly changed.
"What do you mean??"
"What do you mean? I shouldn't need to say more about this, right? Father, each of them is injured. The injuries may be mild or severe. If the injuries are minor, it will be over if they are not treated in time. If the injuries are serious, they will not be treated in time.
The treatment cannot last more than a few days. Father, you just watch the disciples of Qinghe Hall die one by one. You are really a good hall leader, a good elder, and a good master!" Zheng Dan covered his lips and said with a smile.
Zheng Luo's face suddenly darkened.
Everyone in Qinghe Hall was also anxious.
"Little junior sister, what are you talking about?"
"Shut up!"
"Let me tell you, even if we die from our injuries, we will never use any of the plasters from your ancient mourning hall!"
"That's right, I would rather die standing than live on my knees!"
"You just want to divide us here!"
Various angry voices could be heard endlessly, and many people even wanted to rush up and beat Zheng Dan severely. Even though she was a woman, even though she was the master's only daughter, everyone's resentment towards her was incomparable.
strong.
"Dandan, did you hear what they said? I won't say any more. You can go." Zheng Luo looked at this side calmly and spoke hoarsely.
"Haha, my dear father, so you really want them to die for no reason, right?" Zheng Dan said with a smile and narrowed his eyes.
Zheng Luo frowned.
However, at this time, a frightened cry sounded.
"Master, I don't want to die! I want to live, I want to live well, and I want to practice superb martial arts! I don't want to die!"
This voice attracted everyone's attention.
People all looked at it.
Only then did he see a lame disciple sitting on the ground crying.
"Damn it! Ah Wang, what are you babbling about? You just have a lame leg, you can't die! Shut up!" the person next to him shouted.
"Isn't it serious to be lame? I am a martial arts practitioner! If you want me to be disabled! Wouldn't that mean I am dead?" the man cried.
The people next to him immediately became silent.
indeed.
For those who practice martial arts, being disabled is indeed equivalent to death.
It is extremely difficult for those who are not gifted to succeed in practicing martial arts with a mutilated body. It requires too much sweat.
Everyone fell into silence.
No one blames Awang anymore.
After all, he was not wrong.
"Awang, do you want to go to the ancient mourning hall?" Zheng Luo took a deep breath and looked at Awang and asked.
"I want to go, I will follow whoever can cure me!" Awang cried.
"Okay then. Then go ahead." Zheng Luo said hoarsely.
"Master, don't you blame me?" Nga Wang choked and shouted.
"How could Master blame you? You are not wrong. You are just trying to survive. On the contrary, Master is too incompetent. Although I have been in charge of Qinghe Hall for decades, I actually have an unshirkable responsibility for it to be where it is today.
!Awang, you don’t have to stick to Qinghe Hall, you can go!" Zheng Luo said with a pleasant look.
"Master!"
Awang howled, knelt on the ground and kowtowed hard to Zheng Luo.
