Countryside Magic Doctor

In addition, the concept of dragon in the East and West is different. It's just that they are treated as the same word in translation. In fact, the two are very different.

At this time, looking at the fountain below and the angel statue gradually recovering above, he Feng suddenly felt something wrong and thought of something.

"No!" He Feng suddenly changed his face, raised his hand slightly, and then suddenly turned around and scolded jerovsky in front of him: "are you lying to me?"

The two virtual shadows I caught before should be two ghosts, and since the bottom is a dragon, how can it have anything to do with this thing? There is only one answer.

That's the one in front of me. Jerovsky is lying!

He Feng has always hated lies. Few people like them, especially when they will cause harm to themselves.

He immediately showed a cold light on his face. In his eyes, his sharp edge appeared. The dry general suspended at jerovsky's neck also went deep inside. The sharp dry general was facing his throat, and the fluorescence on the sword was clearly visible.

Even if the moon is not bright.

The idea seemed a little gray, but the clear touch from his neck still made jerovsky tremble involuntarily.

He only saw a shallow scar on his neck, and light red blood seeped out. If he was careless, the sharp sword tip could cut his throat.

Cut his throat!

At that time, the blood gushing from the main artery will block his trachea, and then he will suffocate alive!

"You're not sincere!" He Feng said coldly. "To be honest, what's the bottom? If you dare to lie again, you know the consequences!"

"I didn't lie!" said jerovsky in a panic. His body shrank back involuntarily, for fear that this sharp sword suspended in the air would end his life.

Looking at his appearance, he Feng frowned. Such a person who is afraid of death should not lie!

What the hell is he doing?

"Less nonsense, honest, what's underneath?" He Feng said coldly.

"It's really a dragon. I didn't lie to you. I swear to God and swear with my divine personality." in a panic, jerovsky offered the flag of oath and hurriedly promised to He Feng.

Hearing this boy, he Feng swore that the light in his eyes gradually dissipated and replaced by waves of confusion. What's going on?

It seems that the dead fat man is telling the truth, but what's the matter with the two ghosts? Does the dragon like to stay with ghosts?

Also, how did Zhou Huiying get the strange disease?

What's the connection? Too many doubts flooded into He Feng's mind, making his mind seem like a paste, which can't be sorted out at all!

There's a feeling that the scissors are still in disorder!

He couldn't help waving his hand, and then stretched his hand down. In the twinkling of an eye, he stared at jerovsky. His hand was as if it was magic.

There appeared a small porcelain vase with exquisite workmanship and exquisite blue and white painted with a small brush.

"What's going on? Take something from space?" jerovsky said in shock, looking at the small bottle that suddenly appeared in He Feng's hand.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'll ask you, do you know what's inside?" He Feng frowned, then turned around and said to the misty son: "the old man put him down!"

"Haole!" the misty son shook his hand. The long wooden hairpin in his hand was like a crutch. With the movement of his hand, he shook quickly and instantly.

Jerovsky was steadily thrown at Wangcai's tail. Wangcai's wide back provided him with a better landing site. Jerovsky's weight of 300 kg hit it heavily.

He Feng vaguely noticed that Wangcai's body trembled slightly. The heavy and frank figure was really powerful!

"Hey, old man, why did you get him on my back? How dirty!" he noticed the weight falling suddenly behind him. Even if his head is no longer smart, Wangcai knows what it is.

So much so that he yelled at me.

After all, few people like a guy with shit on his back.

Even if Wangcai is just a dragon, not a guy who turns a snake into a dragon, it's still hard to avoid some unhappiness!

"Don't talk nonsense. If you go on here, I don't mind stewing a pot of dragon meat. They all say dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat in the ground. I really want to taste the dragon meat." He Feng said angrily.

In an instant, Wangcai's nagging voice suddenly stopped.

I'm kidding. Even if he loves cleanliness, he won't joke about his life.

Those guys who are obsessed with cleanliness are essentially poor. If they were thrown into the primitive jungle and starved for three or five days, they would eat a piece of bread stained with shit without hesitation!

No matter what, it's also protein!

Slowly, the wind releases the true Qi all over his body. In the air, it gradually forms a fine big net. As long as it really exists in this world, it is impossible to escape this big net.

"Is this?" misty son asked in some doubt. He really didn't understand why he Feng had nothing to do? Show off your strength?

Too low!

What's there to show off? Low key is the king. Those high-profile people want to engrave two words on their heads. Rich guys, upstarts have no boss.

At this time, misty son suddenly noticed that he Feng had a small porcelain vase in his hand.

He immediately understood that courage had something to do with the little bottle.

In his heart, misty son secretly raised his spirit. His eyes didn't even blink. He stared at He Feng's hands holding the small bottle, and refused to blink.

It seems that you will lose 100 million in an instant!

It seems so serious.

Just like you who spent dozens of yuan to buy a movie ticket to see a movie, I'm afraid you'll lose a few yuan if you don't see it.

He Feng's left hand moved slightly and gently opened the tight porcelain cover on the small porcelain bottle. A wisp of light black smoke came out from inside, and then another wisp.

In the blink of an eye, two dark shadows enlarged and formed two virtual shadows that looked like human shapes, which swept away rapidly in the air.

If you want to escape from this world, it's a pity that he Feng's long arranged net is waiting for them there. It's like a net fish. He snares them in this small world.

Can't move!