Qianqian looked at Qiao An's ugly face, and swallowed the pill with a hard head, as if swallowing an iron bullet into her stomach. As soon as the pill entered the abdomen, the cool feeling instantly hit the whole body, and thousands of broken bones were slowly connecting against time, and the internal organs seemed to be boiling, and the stomach was turning over and uncomfortable. However, the pill didn't seem to be exhausted, and the remaining medicinal power filled thousands of facial features and limbs, and the blood-soaked eyes became even more ferocious.

Everyone looked at the change in the expression on Qianqian's face, and sighed for a while.

The pain of reconnecting the broken bones made Qianqian already look hideous, and every cell in her body seemed to complain: "It hurts!"

After a few minutes, Qianqian finally consumed the spiritual power of the elixir, and collapsed limply on the hospital bed, sweating profusely, not wanting to be tortured by the medicine anymore.

At this moment, Joan brought another bowl of medicine and gently placed the bowl in the hand of the Nether King.

The Nether King held the medicine bowl in both hands, close to Qianqian's mouth. On the face of the young girl, there was an embarrassed smile. She said, "That, local tyrant, let's drink it myself." I'm not used to being fed me. ”

Qianqian saw that his eyes had been staring at the medicine bowl, the medicine bowl was very close to her mouth, and the person in front of her did not mean to hand the bowl to her at all.

Qianqian couldn't go on like this, so she tasted the decoction, and her face immediately twisted. She wanted to push the medicine away, but the masked tyrant in front of her refused to back down.

The Nether King's hoarse voice sounded, "Are you afraid of taking medicine?"

Qianqian: "No. It's the smell of medicine that's terrible. Qianqian obediently took the medicine bowl with her hand, but the Nether King refused to let go until Qianqian drank the medicine in one gulp. Qianqian's eyes were closed, and the taste of the medicine was so unpleasant. A little medicine leaked from Qianqian's mouth, and the Nether King wiped it away.

At this time, Qianqian suddenly burst into a painful and terrible scream. She shouted, "This is definitely poison!" she screamed, her eyes rolling from side to side in fear and pain, and in a sharp pain like burning liver and intestines, she grabbed the quilt with both hands as if she were crazy.

Qianqian bent over, stretched out her arms, and rolled around on the left and right sides of the bed with convulsions in pain.

She grabbed the bedpost with both hands again, and suddenly turned over, shouting, "It's going to kill me!"

At this time, the Nether King had to watch silently from the sidelines. But she exerted too much force, and the Nether King stood aside, swaying from side to side, his hand pressed against the fragments of the bowl that had fallen from the table.

Qianqian's shouting sounded terrifying, as if her whole body was burning in the fire.

After about 5 minutes, the power of Qianqian's two arms dancing around gradually decreased. The shouting was getting quieter, and the twitching was less frequent. The frenzied eyes began to lower from exhaustion, and the cries of pain grew smaller, followed by low moans, and the chest heaved and heaved.

Mi Xingwen approached, looked at Qianqian, who was dressed as a man, and asked with concern, "Big brother, how is it?

The Nether King could see that the patient's pain was decreasing, and his breathing was becoming calmer and regular. My face was still hot when I touched it just now, but now it's cold. The blood and vitality on his body seemed to have faded slightly.

Qiao An couldn't stand it anymore: "You are such a gentleman, how can you be so fragile like a woman!"

The Nether King watched Qianqian regain his calm face, and then he was relieved.

Qianqian looked at the three men in front of her, she was speechless, she was so ugly in front of them just now, she had to save her dignity. Qianqian suddenly thought of the "anchoring effect" of her previous psychology class: it refers to the fact that when people judge something, they are easily dominated by first impressions, like an anchor that fixes people's thoughts somewhere.

Qianqian's eyes lit up, and she slowly spoke: "Friends, you see, my injury has worried you. You see how powerful that masked man is, the first time I saw him, I felt a super strong sense of momentum and oppression. I think his strength is ingrained in my heart from the first glance, there should be no one in the world stronger than him, right? I felt trembling when I saw him, and I didn't know how to deal with it!"

Yes, the point she wants to describe is that the strength of the masked man who injured her at first sight is strong, and she will be affected by the first impression, and she will be afraid of the second contact, so that she can't exert the strength of the big job when she makes a move, so she will fail miserably, so she will be scarred, so it is very painful to take medicine.

"He's that strong, it's just that you haven't met a better master. The Nether King's unmistakable voice came.

"Yes, I haven't met it yet, if I do, I'll ask him to be a bodyguard!" Qianqian saw that the topic was successfully diverted, and she also let out a lot of nonsense.

Nonsense, can she hire such a powerful person to be a bodyguard? Of course, it's just talk!

"Well, that's a good idea, bodyguards. The Nether King's hoarse voice suddenly rose in tone.

Qianqian laughed awkwardly: "I'm kidding." ”

Suddenly, the Nether quickly stood up, came to the window of the hospital room, and pulled out his phone, crackling and typing.

In an instant, no one spoke in the ward, and it was surprisingly quiet.

Mi Xingwen was lying quietly on the hospital bed slowly breathing, while Qiao An kept swiping her mobile phone.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the hospital room.

Mu Xu's team was full of energy, with neat steps, and the rhythm of his steps was light and powerful, and they came to the ward after a while.

"Qianqian, you're awake, are you okay now?" Mu Xu looked at the person on the hospital bed with concern.

"It's okay, thanks to the care of these people, is there something wrong with Officer Xu coming here?" Qianqian didn't think that Mu Xu and a group of policemen came to visit him.

"It's okay, this is the Nether King, right?" Mu Xu stared at the masked man next to him, as if he was about to make a move.

"Well, I am. The Nether King coldly spat out a few words.

"Then please come with us. With a wave of his hand, the two policemen approached the Nether King, and the handcuffs were tightly roasted on the Nether King's hands.

The Nether King didn't resist either, and didn't say a word.

"What did he do?" Qianqian was anxious, and had a bad premonition in her heart.

"There is no crime for the time being, but the masked man you met only thinks he is the murderer, so we will take him back to confront him. "Yuan Xi next to him had a slight affection for the Nether King at the auction, so he said these words to reassure them.

After a few minutes, the sound of neat footsteps gradually faded away, and Joan observed Qianqian again, and after making sure that he was okay, she was ready to leave.

"I saw that you had improved, and I had something to do, so I left first. Joan didn't want to stay at all, he was not at all interested in facing the two men.

Qianqian also began to breathe, in this society where the strong are respected, if you don't work hard, you will be swallowed, she absorbs the aura of heaven and earth, and begins to practice the exercises to strengthen the heart and strengthen the body.

"Hey, may I ask which of you is the Thousand Faces?" a hearty male voice sounded.

Qianqian and Mi Xing opened their eyes and looked at the man at the door.

He was very tall, about 190 years old, a large man, dignified in appearance, wearing a straight tunic, speaking loudly, with extraordinary manners, a very narrow face, high cheekbones, deep-set cheeks, an elegant and extraordinary tall nose, two eyes as sharp as eagles, looking around, with a loyal and honest smile on the corner of his mouth, he said again: "Thousand Faces-King's takeaway, please sign for it!"

Then he raised the lunch box in his hand a little, as if he was using body language to express that he was indeed delivering a box lunch.

"When did I order takeout?" Qianqian looked at the thing in his hand in confusion.

"You're a thousand-faced king, it's true that you ordered it, give it, you see. The man handed the takeout list in his pocket to Qianmian-kun.

Qianqian stretched out her hand and took it, and looked at the takeaway order number that was indeed written with her own name, as well as the ward number, could it be that she sleepwalked and booked?

"Sleepwalking while sleepwalking?" Qianqian looked at Mi Xingwen.

"No, didn't you order it?" Mi Xingwen was also a second monk who was puzzled.

Qianqian gave Mi Xingwen a no-no, the two of them had already decided that this takeaway could not be eaten, who knows if it was poisonous?

Mi Xingwen's expression immediately became serious, his right hand behind his back, ready to attack at any time.

"Okay, I've taken it, you can go. Qianqian said expressionlessly to the man in front of her.

The man did not react when he heard this, and remained in place.

The more Qianqian and Mi Xingwen looked at it, the more they felt that something was wrong, could it be that the person in front of them was here to kill them?

Mi Xingwen suddenly got out of bed and walked towards the man: "May I ask what is the name of Mr.?"

"Please call me Teacher Xiao, surnamed Xiao, teacher. The man laughed out loud, and every time he thought of his name, he felt that his parents were very talented, so many people called him teacher, and even monks who were higher than him called him teacher, what a good name!

The corners of Mi Xingwen's mouth twitched, feeling that this person was playing tricks on himself, and the right hand hiding behind him immediately attacked the man in front of him, and a strong voice came out of his mouth: "Teacher Xiao, if you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude!"

Mi Xingwen punched, his body was like a whale, his two arms were like fins, slowly fanning, falling together, just in the middle and soft, as if he was flying freely in the sea; suddenly shrugged his shoulders and shrunk his neck, as if he was going to attack the beast rushing to the ground, he was really handsome and energetic; and finally like an eagle hunting, a lightning speed smashed towards Teacher Xiao.

It's just that Mr. Xiao dodged vigorously, and none of them hit him, and he didn't mean to leave: "It's useless to have a gorgeous attack!"

Mi Xingwen was driven crazy by these words, this is in front of thousands of goddesses, you must not lose your morale, and immediately came with a few more punches.

I saw that Mr. Xiao was still moving lightly in seven star steps, and his steps were like a small snake in a winding shape, one left and one right, perfectly avoiding all attacks.

At this time, Mi Xingwen was about to die in a hurry: "What do you want? If you don't leave, you'll be punched by me if you don't leave!"

"Okay!" Teacher Xiao stopped dodging, and his hard chest took Mi Xingwen's punch.

"Fight the stars!" Teacher Xiao spit out a few words lightly, and Mi Xingwen bounced back, knocking a hole in the wall, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Qianqian watched Mi Xingwen's red blood flowing on the ground, and immediately got up and helped him to the hospital bed and sat down, her heart kept trembling, this is too terrible!

"What kind of freak are you, the force I smashed on you bounced back to me, and it was twice as strong as I was before. Mi Xingwen was now crying bitterly, looking at Teacher Xiao pitifully.

"I'm not a freak, I'm the bodyguard of Thousand Faces!" Teacher Xiao's sonorous voice was deafening.

"Ahh