After coming to his senses, Dong Shaoyang's face turned red and his throat was filled with noise, as if there was old phlegm clogged there. It made his scalp numb and his teeth sore.
"Poof!" He spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the pillow in front of him red.
And as the "suffering energy" dissipated, he felt a lot more relaxed in his chest and abdomen. The internal injuries he had suffered from Lou Cheng were relieved, and his head became clear. He could deeply feel the arrogance that had grown in him over the past year.
mad.
"I understand..." He took a deep breath and said with firm eyes, "I will find the gap and work hard to improve!"
I had to admit that Lou Cheng did have fighting talent, or he could think faster. When he failed to take advantage of the environment to quickly defeat him and was forced to fight for endurance, the outcome of failure was already doomed.
"Just understand." Sinfire Heavenly Lord gently nodded, "Arrogant warrior is not a word invented out of thin air. When you live through life and death fighting, it is easy for people to inflate unconsciously. This is an emotion that requires long-term resistance.
It’s not like if you understand it today, you can solve it once and for all.”
It was rare for him to say so many words in one breath, and then he turned to Monk Wen Guang and said, "I took him back. I'm afraid Shi Jianguo will make trouble soon."
Hearing these words, Monk Wen Guang was stunned for a moment, then his face turned pale, and he stammered: "You, you didn't know Senior Shi?"
To train other people’s disciples, you didn’t ask the master’s permission in advance?
My Buddha is compassionate, Namo Amitabha, the poor monk almost cursed!
Sinfire Tianjun and Shi Jianguo are currently at the same level as Wai Gang. Neither of them can do anything to the other, but the poor monk is only a small sixth-grade man!
"No." Sinhuo Tianjun replied seriously, "Shi Jianguo is the most hard-spoken and soft-hearted person. Every time he talks about educating his disciples about setbacks, he just goes along with the flow and never takes the initiative to do anything. If he had been informed in advance,
He will definitely say that the disciple’s own wishes must be respected.”
When it was mentioned that Shi Jianguo was hard-spoken and soft-hearted, his stern face rarely showed a smile.
"Since Senior Shi doesn't agree, there is no need to hone his skills..." Monk Wen Guang originally thought that this mission was requested by Shi Jianguo.
Now that he knew the truth, he almost shed tears.
"The warriors who have emerged from the life and death fight cannot look down on those who have grown up in the arena competition, but this does not mean that the arena competition can perfectly temper a warrior. Without the pressure between life and death, how can you tap into the best of yourself?
How can you improve your willpower with your potential?" Sinfire Heavenly Lord said calmly.
But this is someone else’s master’s business. What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with me? Monk Wen Guang almost broke his many years of meditation practice.
Sinfire Tianjun glanced at him and briefly explained: "Some things must be planned in advance. The Dragon King and the Martial Saint do have the hope to go further and step into the forbidden realm, but it is only a hope, and it does not mean that it is 100% certain.
, of course we have to hone and cultivate the potential and friendly seedlings. When the number is large, there will always be more possibilities. Otherwise, who will compete with the 'apostles' and 'Pharaohs' in the future?"
Monk Wen Guang's expression changed again when he heard this, and he quickly lowered his voice and said:
"Mr. Mei is not feeling well?"
Dong Shaoyang next to him also had a solemn expression and held his breath.
"How can an expert in the taboo field say that he is not in good health? He is just planning ahead." Sinfire Tianjun waved his hand, grabbed Dong Shaoyang, pushed open the door, and drifted away.
…………
After asking for the address, Yan Zheke hurriedly changed out of her home clothes and put on her clothes for going out. She rushed to another room, rummaged through medicine, gauze, bandages and other things, and put them into a bag.
Immediately afterwards, she returned to the bedroom, picked up other bags, quickly went downstairs, and ran towards the door.
When shopping in the afternoon and evening, because she had already passed the road in front of the Queen Mother, she bought Lou Cheng clothes, trousers, socks and shoes, top and bottom, two new sets, planning to
She would surprise her boyfriend during morning exercise tomorrow. If not, she would have to carefully take out Dad Yan's old pants.
After changing his shoes, Yan Zheke shouted loudly:
"Dad, Mom, Sister Jingjing has something to do with me. She will be back soon!"
In the study, Yan Kai leaned out and said:
"So late? Let me drive you."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the door closing, and his daughter had already disappeared.
"This child is very frizzy and doesn't know what's going on." Since his daughter already had the strength of the ninth-level profession, Yan Kai didn't have anything to worry about and just laughed and scolded her.
Ji Mingyu left the computer, moved closer to her husband, and looked at the door suspiciously.
Since high school, when has your daughter ever been frizzy?
Well, only when it comes to that brat!
After getting in the car and arriving at Lao Liu's BBQ restaurant, Yan Zheke followed the location and entered an old community. In a dark corner, he saw a familiar figure taking a few steps forward.
Seeing Lou Cheng's trousers falling apart on his lower body, even his crotch, the girl quickly turned her head and looked to the side, wanting to laugh inexplicably.
She bit her lip, suppressed a smile, and whispered:
"You have the style of an artist."
"Performance artist?" Lou Cheng asked, having calmed down.
Yan Zheke pursed his lips and smiled, moved closer, and stuffed several bags of clothes into Lou Cheng's hands: "It's good to know, go change quickly!"
"Huh? New clothes and pants? This style doesn't look like my father-in-law's? Are there any stores open at this time?" Lou Cheng picked up the bag and took a look.
"Sister, I bought this for you while shopping today. Are you touched? Are you surprised?" Seeing that Lou Cheng behaved normally, Yan Zheke completely let go of her worries and her tone became brisk.
"Well, I'm touched! Surprise!" Lou Cheng lowered his head slightly, smiling warmly.
Isn't it just for this scene that I fought desperately at the critical moment of life and death?
Doesn’t his strong desire to survive and firm will in dangerous situations come from similar details?
He turned around and wanted to hide behind a tree and put on his pants.
At this time, Yan Zheke's eyes suddenly widened and he let out a low exclamation:
"Your back..."
She had previously thought that the little skin injury Lou Cheng mentioned was really just a little bit, so she didn't urge him to deal with it quickly. Who knows, when her boyfriend turned around, what came into her eyes was a blur of flesh and blood, and a few deep scratches.
mark.
Because Lou Cheng's peristaltic muscles stopped the bleeding on his own, the injured area was not that hideous.
"It's nothing. It's just a skin injury. Just bandage it and it'll be fine in two days." Lou Cheng looked back and said with relief.
"Liar! How can such a deep hole be called skinny?" Yan Zheke said worriedly and angrily, "Quickly find a place to sit and I'll help you deal with it."
She was not angry with Lou Cheng, but with the gang of bad guys who unexpectedly attacked her boyfriend!
Who would be willing to be involved in life and death? We like a stable and stable life!
"Okay." Lou Cheng was not in a hurry to change his pants, so as not to be stained with blood and make it difficult to explain when he got back.
He didn't want to expose this matter to his parents, lest they be frightened.
Under the dim yellow light of a streetlight in a secluded place, Yan Zheke used cotton dipped in potion to remove the blood stains on Lou Cheng's back and disinfect it, then threw them away piece by piece, causing Lou Cheng to feel waves of stinging pain.
No matter how skilled you are, you still have the pain you should have.
However, during this process, looking at the weeds, scattered gravels, and dark yellow luster in front of him, listening to the girl's unstoppable nagging, and experiencing her deliberately careful movements, he felt so sweet in his heart.
The stinging pain is no longer so obvious, and the cold wind blowing like a knife is no longer so unbearable.
After Yan Zheke tied his torso into a mummified state, Lou Cheng hid behind a tree and quickly changed into new clothes.
"I can play the role of Pharaoh like this." He joked.
Yan Zheke groaned: "Fortunately, I brought enough gauze and bandages. If you go back like that just now, others will call the police if they see you!"
"That's why you came here instead of me looking for you." Lou Cheng walked out from behind the tree and said with a low smile.
"Hmph, remember to remind me to help you change your dressing every day. Also, take this bottle of Liusheng Pills. Take it three times a day, two pills at a time. It can help you treat your internal injuries. Don't look at you now. You are fine and bumpy.
There might be hidden injuries..." Yan Zheke handed the remaining contents of the bag to Lou Cheng.
Listening to her nagging instructions, Lou Cheng looked gentle and his eyes were smiling.
After finishing the instructions, Yan Zheke asked curiously:
"Where did you fight before? Did you win?"
A fierce battle between two sixth-grade warriors would definitely leave obvious traces.
Lou Cheng pointed to a short distance away and said, "Yes, right there."
Yan Zheke stared at it, opened his mouth a little bit, and said to himself in a daze:
"When I passed by during the day, there should be a building there..."
…………
After changing the medicine for two days, given Lou Cheng's current physical condition, all the scars formed on the wounds began to fade away, revealing new skin.
And Yan Zheke was right. He did suffer some internal injuries. He had to take medicine for another three or four days to recover, so his face was a little pale.
At this time, the Lou family's return to their hometown to worship their ancestors was also on the agenda.
After another negotiation, everyone decided not to stay overnight in Qingfu and go back the same day. Anyway, it is only an hour and a half journey. As for the old couple who want to stay in their hometown for a few more days, they will stay with relatives who will pick them up then.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Lou Cheng, who had washed away the fatigue from his morning exercise, boarded a van with his parents and sat in the back seat with his cousin Lou Yuanwei and cousin Ma Xi. In front of them, there were two
Aunt Wang Lili and Lou’s dad, the co-pilot is second uncle Lou Zhiqiang.
The other car was driven by Lou Cheng's uncle Ma Guoqin, carrying Lou Zhixian, Ma Jiale and Lou Debang.
The air outside the window was cold and cold. Lou Cheng was playing with his mobile phone and felt the vehicle start and drive towards Qingfu County, Lening City.
It was his ancestral home where he had no sense of belonging.