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Chapter 208 The Tragedy of the Thief (1\2)

In Shaolin Temple.

Hong Luoyu, who was turned into a stick by Mr. Ying, after a period of hard struggle, finally returned to the Shaolin Temple, and was about to fly over the main peak of Shaoshi Mountain, flying over the head of Yuanci, who could not be blown by the eight winds. In the past, when starting the second 'travel'.

Feeling compassionate, Wu Changqing grabbed his waist with a long whip and pulled it down.

After all, the old man is soft-hearted.

Wu Changqing put this 'Ying's stick' on the wooden chair he used to sit on, sighed, and went to the Shaolin back kitchen with a cane. Because, there are no spiritual materials and old medicines, but with this appearance, it really can't stand the big tonic.

I only made some medicinal meals for nourishing the body and invigorating Qi and brought them over.

Looking at the godly thief in front of him, Wu Changqing shook his head, wondering what kind of obstacles Mr. Ying had set up for him on his way. The number one godly thief in the world, who was considered a good-looking talent before, now looks like a refugee .

He was covered in tattered clothes, as if wading through a pool of thunder. With his character, he lost all energy to speak for a while, his eyes were dull and dazed. Because of the loss of limbs, the old man had to feed him himself, stirred the porridge, scooped out a spoonful and gave it In the past, Hong Luoyu subconsciously opened his mouth and spit out a puff of black smoke from his mouth.

The corner of Wu Changqing's mouth twitched.

At this time, he was already [-]% sure in his heart that the miserable-looking thief in front of him might not have endured all kinds of natural disasters in this world in the past and present, in order to win the temperament of Mr. as simple as that.

It was really thunder and earth fire, strong wind and furious electricity, and they all suffered together.

Sighing slightly, feeling sad for a moment.

He fed the porridge spoonful by spoonful to the thief.

On this lonely peak, the figure of a scribe appeared, although his face was still grim, but he could see a little refreshed. With a flick of his sleeve and robe, he followed the trend with his hands behind him, and a jade book appeared on the Shaolin Temple. Floating in the void, never falling or rising, there is no writing on it, but it shows a vast and vast implication.

All the people present were masters, and they were attracted by this aura for a while, and subconsciously looked over there.

The scribes went out into the present world with the help of agency substitutes, and what they did did not conceal them, so they also knew that the thing in front of them was the cause of this series of events.

The so-called "Heavenly Questions" remnants.

Wu Changqing looked at the jade book, noticed the charm in it, and marveled in his eyes, but he settled down and realized it carefully, but found that apart from this extraordinary thing, with his eyes, he couldn't see anything more. He was willing to be ridiculed by the scribe, but it was hard to bear the curiosity in his heart, itching so badly, he hesitated for a while, and asked:
"Sir...forgive me for being dull, but this jade book of "Heavenly Questions" contains so much mystery?"

The scribe was refreshed at this moment, and said:

"I don't know."

Wu Changqing looked dull and said:
"I don't know?"

"Yes, I don't know."

The old man turned his head to look at the jade book, and the movements in his hands stopped naturally. Hong Luoyu's originally sluggish eyes regained their agility. He is a master of the same level as him, Yao Wang Gu Jing is good at mastering martial arts, in terms of hand skills, he is not necessarily inferior to that god thief.

What's more, Hong Luoyu has no hands at this time, and he grows his mouth to bite, but the old man always subconsciously avoids it. After he avoids it, the fragrant medicinal porridge will return to its original position, just in front of his nose. I wandered around, but I opened my mouth to bite, but I could only bite the air. After several times, I couldn't help but feel angry, and burst out:
"I don't understand the fart!"

"Things surnamed Ying have always been like this. If you don't understand it, tell me otherwise. As long as you let him know that it is a good thing, you must first get it into your own hands."

"Once you get it in your hands, you can always figure it out."

"I don't even know about this, how did you mess around, old man."

Wu Changqing turned around and looked at the fierce and fierce thief who was yelling at him. He was slightly taken aback for a while, and then he fully understood that the latter was obviously not injured much. The miserable appearance just now was just deceiving himself. .

No wonder Master Yuanci didn't show the slightest sign.

Hong Luoyu walked in the rivers and lakes, and his words were always unforgiving. Even if he had suffered countless dark losses, he would not change his life. At this time, because Wu Changqing gave him a meal, he subconsciously restrained himself a lot. The blood relatives of the old man did not involve some strange organs.

But Wu Changqing, as the No. 1 doctor in the world, has not been in the world for a long time, and is highly respected. How long has he been treated so unceremoniously? Just sticking to the porridge, he asked with a smile:
"Want to eat?"

Hong Luoyu nodded like pounding garlic.

The old man smiled, and fed the medicinal porridge to Hong Luoyu as usual, and drank a bowl of it. The hunger and thirst of these days was finally relieved, and Hong Luoyu burped, determined to uproot the grass and pick it up. Pick your teeth and find a beauty to hammer your shoulders with.

But at this time, there are no hands and feet, if the living person is either a cold scribe, or a violent monk who can smash a mountain, he had to give up, moved on the chair, took a comfortable position, and said:

"You're very nice, old man."

He has been walking the rivers and lakes by himself for a long time.

Although I can't get rid of my stinky mouth, I am not stupid. I know that if ordinary people are treated with bad words, let alone draw their swords on the spot, they will divide life and death, but few people can be as kind as the old man. After doing it, I couldn't help feeling a lot of affection for this old man from the bottom of my heart, and said sarcastically:
"By the way, who are you here? My uncle can cover you even when he walks in the rivers and lakes..."

Wu Changqing smiled more and more warmly, and said:
"The little old man's surname is Wu, his name is Changqing, and he was born in the Valley of Medicine Kings."

Hong Luoyu nodded pretendingly, and said:

"Oh, Wu Changqing, the name is not bad, and he was born in the Valley of the Medicine King, so it's not..."

There was a slight pause in the voice, and then he remembered something, his expression was suddenly dull like a thunderbolt, he turned his head stiffly, looked at the old man who was still smiling and looking at him, looked at the contempt in the scribe's eyes like a fool, his lips Trembling, squeezed out an ugly smile, said:
"Medicine King Valley, Wu Changqing?"

The old man nodded and smiled gently:

"Of course."

"The number one miracle doctor in the world?"

"It's just friends in the rivers and lakes showing love."

Hong Luoyu, who was still acting like a master just now, turned pale, remembering what he did just now.

First of all, he deceived the world's number one genius doctor, and then after making rude remarks.

I ate the meal fed by the grandfather himself.

This fucking old birthday star eats arsenic, carries a lantern to the latrine, looking for death...

The smile on Hong Luoyu's face was stiff, and he looked at Wu Changqing sincerely:
"Old man, in that meal..."

The old man smiled equally warmly. He raised his left hand and made a gesture, which was about the length of a finger. Then he stretched it a little, and said:
"It's just a little bit more seasoning."

"Hot in nature, pungent in taste, broken in function and dispelled by water."

"Abdominal distension and pain, unable to go to the toilet."

The thief's face turned pale, and he understood that ordinary drugs would never have any effect on him, but if the world's number one genius doctor took action, it would be different. He flew down the mountain amidst screams.

"Baldy donkey, where's the toilet paper..."

Yuanci stuffed two corks into his ears.

A moment later, an earth-shattering wailing sound came from somewhere in the forest.

"I beep——, I have no hands!"

"Wu, you wait..."

"See if I don't beep—"

"I----"

The smile on Wu Changqing's face was still kind. Hearing the howling sound, he was suddenly refreshed. He understood the reason for the behavior of the other two, stroked his beard, noticed Yuanci's gaze, and smiled sideways:
"Don't worry, Master Yuanci, with this god thief's ability to control Qi, there won't be much difference between having hands and not having hands."

"but……"

The corner of the old man's mouth was slightly raised, and he whispered:
"If he knows that the food in Shaolin Temple is under the care of the old man, will he want to take back what he just said?"

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