Chapter 934: Which Onion Are You?

Song Chuyang only felt that he had fallen from the sky in an instant.

"What do you mean?" Song Chuyang asked, looking at the old man.

"You gave the prescription?" the old man didn't answer Song Chuyang's question, but asked.

"That's right, there is no doubt about it, it's me! This is absolutely original, this is the only one, there is no branch!" Song Chuyang said confidently.

When the old man heard Song Chuyang say this, he shook his head with disappointment on his face and said, "Young man, it's good to be self-motivated, but you must not be unscrupulous!"

"Old man, if you have something to say, just say it, don't beat around the bush!" Song Chuyang said with some anger.

"You really don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin! Who researched this secret recipe? To have such a medical connotation, it is definitely not something you can pretend to be!" the old man said with certainty.

"Haha......" Song Chuyang laughed angrily

Who can tell him what the fuck this is!

"Pretending, pretending to be yourself?" Song Chuyang thought helplessly.

"Since you think this secret recipe is not mine, then why are you looking for me today?" Song Chuyang said with a smile.

"Although this secret recipe is not yours, since you can take it out, then you must know the owner of this secret recipe, and we want you to introduce it!" the old man explained.

"Do you really want to meet the owner of the secret recipe?" said Song Chuyang with a mysterious expression.

"Yes!" said the old man with an excited expression.

"Far away, close at hand! That's ...... I!" Song Chuyang said with a stinky face.

"You ......" The old man was so angry by Song Chu that he couldn't speak for a while.

"You're going too far! Do you know who this is? This is Master Lu, an expert from our Kyoto University School of Traditional Chinese Medicine! You speak politely!" a man next to him said suddenly.

"It's just in time!" Song Chuyang thought to himself.

Although this Master Lu said that Song Chuyang was not happy to listen, but after all, he was old, and Song Chuyang was not easy to say, and now that a fool appeared, how could Song Chuyang not be happy?

"Are you that green onion?" said Song Chuyang in a sloppy manner.

"You don't have to know that! it's someone you need to look up to, anyway!" said the man with a haughty face.

"Damn, someone is more narcissistic than me?" Song Chuyang couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Before Song Chuyang could fight back, Master Lu, who was relieved on the side, said again: "Song Xiaoyou, I really want to meet the owner of this secret recipe, I hope you can fulfill it!"

Song Chuyang's heart was full of powerlessness at this time, and he said seriously: "This secret recipe is really mine!"

"Stinky boy, don't toast and don't eat and drink!" the man next to him interjected again.

"Principal Qiao, don't you have anything to say to me?" Song Chuyang said directly to Principal Qiao.

"This ......" Principal Qiao didn't expect that things would be so far, and said with a look of embarrassment, "Actually, today, as long as you want to determine the effect of this secret recipe, you should understand!"

"Understand your sister, you not only doubt the source of this secret recipe, but even doubt the effect of this secret recipe?" Song Chuyang said coldly, "Since that's the case, then we have nothing to say!"

"Damn! I knew that it was better to stay over there and chat with the beautiful woman! I ran here to suffer the wretchedness!" Song Chuyang thought, and walked out without looking back.

"Stop, who do you think you are, saying that you should leave now!" the stupid man stood up and pointed at Song Chuyang and said.

Song Chuyang stopped, and said without looking back: "My feet are on my brother's legs, who can control where you want to go?"

"It seems that if I don't give you some color today, you really don't have a long memory!" the man said angrily.

The man walked towards Song Chuyang, and if he looked closely, he would find a cold light flashing between his fingers.

"When this silver needle pierces the acupuncture points on your waist, I see that your feet are still not yours, and you can still walk as you want!" the man thought to himself.

"Guan Gong is playing with a big knife in front of him, you are looking for death!" Song Chuyang showed an evil smile at the corner of his mouth, and the silver needle in his hand came out of his hand.

"Ahh

"What's going on?" the man's heart was filled with horror.

"I didn't expect to be able to see the Spirit Needle Lock Acupoint here?" said Master Lu in surprise.

"You can't pretend to be too forced, pretend to be forced to be struck by lightning!" Song Chuyang patted the man's face and said wildly.

And the other old man on the field had not spoken all this time, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

But when he saw the silver needle in Song Chuyang's hand, he couldn't calm down anymore.

"Song Xiaoyou, who gave you your silver needle?" the old man said excitedly.

Although the silent old man has always remained silent, the fanaticism revealed in his eyes cannot be stopped no matter what!

"Why don't you speak?" said Song Chuyang proudly.

"You...... What have you done to me?" said the man in surprise.

"Guess what?" replied Song Chuyang shyly.

"It's witchcraft!" said the man, a little frantically.

"Witchcraft,, you have a lot of imagination!" Song Chuyang laughed angrily at this strange flower.

"This is the only explanation!You hurry up and let me go right now!" the man shouted to Song Chuyang.

Song Chuyang touched his chin, nodded and said, "I thought about it seriously, I don't want to let you go for the time being, what should I do?"

"You dare, I don't think you want to live!" the man said angrily.

"What? Don't want to live anymore, I see you still haven't figured out the situation yet!" Song Chuyang said with a grin.

"Don't get excited!" The man looked at the silver needle that suddenly appeared in Song Chuyang's hand, his face changed suddenly, and he said cautiously.

"Now let me stop getting excited, it's too late!" Song Chuyang said, and pierced the silver needle in his hand towards the man's temple.

The man wanted to hide, but found that it was simply impossible!

"What should I do? If this silver needle pierces my temple, where can I still live?" the man's heart was already in a mess.

"I ...... I'm the vice president of the Holy Medical Company, and if something happens to me at your hands today, you're going to die a miserable death!" the man threatened.

"Oh my God, I'm so scared!" Song Chuyang said, but there was no pause in the movements in his hands.

When the man saw that Song Chuyang was not threatened, he was really scared.

"I ...... I've got the money!I'll give you as much as you want!," the man said, whizzing.

"I also have the money! no more, no less, just enough to spend!" Song Chuyang said disdainfully.

"I was wrong! I was really wrong! I will give you whatever you want, as long as you can spare my life!" The man was really afraid that his little life would be in Song Chuyang's hands.