The Dragon Lord's words were very simple, but they gave people an inexplicable encouragement, and at the same time, he clearly told Fang Luo to let the latter do it without any pressure and concerns.

"Then rest assured, I won't let you down. Hearing this, Fang Luo said with a smile: "After I take over, your body will only be better, not worse." ”

When he said this, Fang Luo was based on a strong confidence in his TCM skills.

At the same time, it was also because the dragon lord's body was already like this, even if Fang Luo couldn't cure him, it would still allow him to delay his illness a little.

In short, his treatment was not bad, and Fang Luo didn't dare to smash his signboard.

"Then when are we going to start treatment?" the Dragon Lord, who was a man of action, asked directly.

"Without further ado, right now. ”

As he spoke, Fang Luo turned to look at Long San beside him, and said indifferently, "You go and get me a box of silver needles." ”

"You ......" Seeing Fang Luo's actions like this, Long San was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, almost throwing the knife in his hand over.

How dare this man arouse himself?

But when she thought of her grandfather's physical condition, she still held back her anger and did not attack.

"Boy, I hope you can cure grandpa. Otherwise, you're doomed. Suppressing the anger in his heart, Long San said viciously to Fang Luo.

Then he turned and left, and went to look for the silver needle.

Thinking of Long San's vicious threat before leaving, Fang Luo just shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

Women are grudgeful, no matter what profession or identity.

Long San's departure made it only the Dragon Lord and Fang Luo in this room, which made Fang Luo's heart suddenly feel a little nervous.

It shouldn't be.

Logically speaking, he is also a person who has seen big scenes.

At this time, the person opposite him was just an old man who was highly paralyzed, and there was no reason for me to be so afraid of him.

But the problem is that the highly paralyzed old man in front of him can always show a momentum that is as sharp as a real knife.

This momentum is very cutting.

When your gaze accidentally meets his occasional domineering and sharp eyes, you will inexplicably feel very dangerous in your heart.

This feeling is as if you are walking in the deep mountains and old forests, and you are suddenly targeted by the tiger of the king of beasts.

You want to be submissive, you want to run away.

Fang Luo felt that in front of this old man, he was like a kitten, and he didn't have any resistance at all.

"Have you been injured before?" Fang Luo, who felt that the atmosphere was silent and weird, found a topic and took the initiative to ask.

Hearing Fang Luo's question, the Dragon Lord laughed: "I have fought all my life, and I don't know how many battles big and small, how can I not be injured?"

A lifelong battle?

And I don't know how many big and small battles there are?

In an era of peace like this, where will there be fighting?

The Dragon Lord's answer made Fang Luo even more curious about the identity of the old man in front of him, and he wanted to know what kind of legendary person this person was.

"Then can I take a look at your wounds?" Fang Luo asked.

"Absolutely. The Dragon Lord laughed and said, "This scar is a medal of honor for a soldier, and it is much more valuable than the so-called bullshit medal awarded by the state." It's just that I'm in the state of my body now, if you want to see it, you have to trouble yourself to do it. ”

Hearing this, Fang Luo smiled and nodded, then stepped forward and slowly lifted the hem of the Dragon Lord's clothes.

After taking a closer look, he couldn't help but gasp.

The scene in front of him gave Fang Luo the feeling that it was like the originally very flat and complete paper had been scraped horizontally and vertically with a knife and other things, with countless traces, pits, and ravines - this made Fang Luo very puzzled, with so many injuries on his body, why the dragon lord in front of him was still alive.

Because among them, there are some fatal wounds.

But after suffering so many injuries, he was still alive, which made Fang Luo curious.

I couldn't help but use my fortune-telling skills, wanting to know the life of the old man in front of me.

"Aren't you very surprised?" the Dragon Lord asked with a smile when he saw the surprise on Fang Luo's face.

Hearing this, Fang Luo nodded frankly: "A little, I don't understand why in a peaceful era, I can still be injured like this." ”

"The term "peaceful years, peaceful years" is really hypocritical. The dragon lord said with a gloomy face: "This world seems to be calm on the surface, but secretly it is turbulent. Every day there are wars and dead people, border wars, sea conflicts, air battles...... And so on, there are a lot of things that you can't see, but we have to go through them. ”

Saying that, the dragon lord looked at the dense scars on his body, with a little memory and regret on his face, and said: "These scars make me have to feel that those rabbit cubs are really ruthless." But in the end, I solved them one by one. ”

"It's a pity that I won't have such a chance to clean them up in the future. Speaking of this, the dragon lord's tone actually had a slight sense of heroic twilight sadness.

"You can't say death, maybe there will be this opportunity?" Fang Luo said with a smile, but he was very respectful in his heart.

After using his fortune-telling skills, he finally understood why the old man in front of him had such momentum, and why the people around him respected him so much.

Because he's a soldier.

Iron-blooded soldiers, soldiers who defend their homes and defend the country, and at the same time, they are also models and representatives of soldiers.

In short, the identity of the old man is very cowhide, his ability is very cowhide, and his life experience is even more cowhide.

"It would be great if that could be the case. The Dragon Lord said with a laugh undisguisedly.

When Long San came back with the silver needle that Fang Luo needed, he saw that Fang Luo and his grandfather were chatting very speculatively, and it looked like a conversation between friends.

This made Ryuzo's heart couldn't help but be surprised.

Why did his grandfather's personality get better after he got sick?

In the past, he generally scolded his subordinates, and his fiery temper never gave anyone a good look, and he didn't even say a good word, how could he be so enthusiastic about this kid in front of him?

Long San was a little puzzled, so he had to hold the needle box to Fang Luo and ask, "Is this the silver needle you want?"

"Yes, thank you. Fang Luo nodded, and then said again: "Please go and help me find some disinfectant alcohol again." ”

Hearing this, Long San was stunned for a moment, and then reacted and shouted angrily: "Boy, do you want to find death? Why didn't you make it clear at once just now?"

"I forgot just now. ”