The waiter was worried that something might happen to the person upstairs, so he came to knock on the door soon with a basin of warm water.
"Objectively, the water you asked for has been brought to you. Do you want me to bring it in for you?" the waiter asked at the door.
"Come in." He Yidao said.
"Ah! Objectively, what's wrong with you?" The waiter held warm water and looked at He Yidao lying on the bed, his voice trembling.
At this time, He Yidao's right hand seemed to have been soaked in blood, and it was bloody and scary. The waiter was obviously frightened.
"It's okay. It's a minor problem. Sometimes the skin bleeds. It hasn't been cured until now." He Yidao explained feebly and called it a disease.
"Sir, I'll put warm water on the table for you. You can wash yourself later." The waiter naturally wouldn't believe what he said. Anyone who saw this scene wouldn't believe it was a problem. After all, who has such a problem?
Never heard of it either.
After saying that, the waiter was about to leave.
"Wait a minute." He Yidao stopped the waiter, "I have no strength. Can you help me clean the blood on my right arm?"
The waiter was naturally reluctant, "To be objective, I still have life down there, I'm afraid I can't..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw He Yidao with a childlike face staring at him with a pair of big eyes.
"You're still a child?!" The waiter couldn't believe it.
He Yidao didn't speak. At this time, he had no energy and didn't want to spend any more energy on speaking.
The waiter gradually felt relieved when he saw that He Yidao was just a child. He would not think that a child could be a threat, so he walked to He Yidao with water, pulled up his sleeves, and rinsed his arms with water.
of blood.
"Hey, poor child, what kind of strange disease do you have? Why are you bleeding so much!"
The waiter felt a little sorry for He Yidao and gently washed the blood on He Yidao's arm.
After a while, a basin of water turned red. After the blood was washed away from He Yidao's arm, he revealed very white and tender skin, which was also rosy.
Although He Yidao's skin was originally very good, after being tempered, the skin on his right arm became more delicate and smooth. It didn't look like blood had flowed at all.
He Yidao was a little surprised at the partial body-building method.
"What's your name?" The waiter asked, looking at He Yidao's white and tender skin that had been cleaned.
"My name is He Yidao." He Yidao said.
"Where are your parents?" the waiter asked again.
"Dead." He Yidao's voice was a little low.
"Are you alone now?" the waiter asked.
"Yeah." He Yidao nodded.
"Alas..." The waiter sighed, "Poor child."
The waiter packed up the blood-stained wipes and a basin of bloody water and prepared to leave.
"You have to take good care of yourself." The waiter said and picked up the basin.
"Wait." He Yidao shouted again.
"What's wrong?" the waiter asked.
He Yidao pretended to take it out from his arms, but in fact he took out a piece of broken silver from the Qiankun bag.
"Thank you, here." He Yidao stretched out his hand and handed the broken silver to the waiter.
The waiter looked at the silver in He Yidao's hand and smiled, "You should keep it yourself. You are still young and have no way to make money, and you will definitely need the money in the future. Don't just give it to your parents.
All the money has been used up, so use it sparingly."
He Yidao stared at the waiter for a moment. The waiter looked ordinary, nothing special. Except for his eyelashes being a bit long, he had no other special features.
"What's your name?" He Yidao asked.
"My name is Wang Dashi, you can call me Brother Dashi." After saying that, Wang Dashi closed the door with the basin and left.
"Whether it's the past life or this life, there are very few people who are so ordinary and simple."
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For two or three days in a row, He Yidao continued to practice the body-building method of "Daoyuan Body-Forning".
Every time, Wang Dashi brought him warm water and wiped the blood on his arms and legs.
He Yidao has already tempered his hands and feet. He has already reached the middle stage of skin training, but the skin on his body has not been tempered.
The tempered skin will have a black blade glow flowing on it, as if it is hidden under the tempered skin.
He Yidao once used an ordinary knife to test his tempered skin. He found that the ordinary knife could only scratch a white mark on his skin without using very much force.
This is already very scary.
After experiencing several days of torture, He Yidao gradually gained a certain tolerance for the pain. Unlike the first time, after tempering his skin, he collapsed on the bed without any strength.
"Xiao Dao, how are you? Are you feeling better?" At this time, Wang Dashi opened the door and came in, carrying several pairs of herbs in his hand. "I grabbed some blood-enhancing herbs for you. I'll ask the chef to cut them for you later."
Good to send."
"Brother Dashi, thank you." He Yidao said.
"Hey, it's okay. It's not easy for you to have a child. When you get better, I'll ask the shopkeeper to find something for you to do so that you can make some money. Sooner or later, you will get the money your parents left for you.
It will all be spent, so finding something to do is a long-term solution." Wang Dashi has been worrying about He Yidao these days.
"Thank you, Brother Dashi." He Yidao really didn't know what to say.
"It's okay, it's okay. You can take good care of yourself here, and I'll go get some work first." After saying that, Wang Dashi closed the door and left.
"Brother Dashi is really kind-hearted. I don't know if there is anything I can do to help him." He Yidao thought.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" He Yidao asked.
"It's me, Xiao Wu." The voice outside was Xiao Wu's.
He Yidao stood up and opened the door, looked at Xiao Wu who was wearing Tsing Yi and asked: "What are you doing here?"
"Of course something happened." Xiao Wu said.
He Yidao stared at him, as if waiting for him to say something.
"Don't you invite me to come in and sit for a while?" Xiao Wu said with a sunny smile.
He Yidao is not as tall as Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu is about 1.78 meters tall and slim, so he looks much taller than He Yidao.
He Yidao let Xiao Wu enter the room and then closed the door.
He looked at Xiao Wu who was sitting at the table drinking tea and asked, "What on earth is going on?"
"Do you want to go to the main pavilion?" Xiao Wu asked, staring at He Yidao with a smile.
"What do you mean?" He Yidao was wary.
"You also know that Yunwu Pavilion is a different killer organization. We kill all the heinous people." Xiao Wu took a sip of tea, then crossed his legs and continued: "But this is just our Yunwu Pavilion.
Face-to-face work.”
He Yidao immediately became nervous when he heard this, "Oh? A job on the surface?"
"That's right." Xiao Wu didn't look at He Yidao. He just stared at the tea cup in his hand and whispered, "This tea is really not that good."
He Yidao felt that Xiao Wu liked drinking tea, "Then what is the purpose of Yunwu Pavilion?"
"Want to know?" Xiaowu said with a mysterious smile.