"You guys here have been converted into pharmacies!" The bone elf kept fanning the small area in front of his nose. For her, the taste of Chinese medicine is sometimes comparable to that of carrion from dead bodies.

"Vomit ......" finally couldn't hold it back, and the bone elf bent down to find a place to vomit. The swordsman hurriedly patted her on the back: "You are slowly throwing up here!" I'll go check it out first. ”

"You ......" the bone elf couldn't laugh or cry, there are people who talk like this! What do you mean, "you throw up slowly"?

The swordsman scratched the back of his head and smiled embarrassedly: "You will be done!" "Compared with this, he needs to know more about the situation of the Tang Dynasty Mansion.

"Master? Master! The swordsman shouted softly as he lifted the curtain and slumped into a room.

Since it smells of traditional Chinese medicine, it proves that there should be a lot of wounded here. The patient, what he needs most is to recuperate in bed, and the swordsman entered the room lightly in line with the principle of not making a sound if he can not make a sound.

"Who?" A somewhat panicked voice suddenly sounded behind him, and immediately after, the swordsman felt a shadow slash at his head.

He hurriedly dodged sideways, and even stretched out his hand to grab the shadow deity, a little prickly. He looked down and saw that it was a broom.

An old man with gray hair and a wrinkled face was leaning over and staring at him with indignation: "Okay, you have no conscience, you even have to steal the medicine that saves people and heals diseases!" ”

No one dares to wear such a big hat. The swordsman hurriedly waved his hand: "Uncle, you really misunderstood, I am a disciple here, not a thief." ”

The swordsman who was still trying to defend something, saw the old man take a sip with his own eyes, and sprayed it directly on his face: "Phew, you are a disciple here, why don't you say that you are the king of heaven!" ”

"Oh ......" Even if the swordsman wants to avenge himself, he has to wash all the things on his face first.

He fled out of the door in a hurry, and quickly lay on his stomach by a water tank, and it took a long time to clean up all those things.

"Say I'm a thief, and don't look at it, what kind of place is this, how can everyone come and go in the Tang Dynasty Mansion now." The swordsman couldn't help but mumble softly.

"Maybe he's just a doctor!" The bone elf kept beating his chest, and he didn't feel the pungent smell when he got used to it.

"Doctor?" The swordsman couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Although the doctor is not a particularly knowledgeable group of people, at least they will not be like that." ”

The swordsman originally wanted to endure no matter how ugly the words were, but he didn't expect that the other party would be able to do such a thing.

The bone elf didn't follow his wishes, but raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you going to go and see the old man?" If he does something that isn't good, won't you lose more than you gain? As he spoke, the bone elf poked his cheek.

Because, she clearly saw that the place where the swordsman had worked hard to clean just now was there. She's just reminding her again.

The swordsman was really a man who didn't admit defeat, and immediately ran to the room: "I...... Hey, what about people? ”

What about the old man who was so horizontal just now, why did he flee the scene so quickly after beating people?

"Hmph, don't let me find you." The swordsman slammed his fist into a somewhat shaky table with different legs.

With a bang, the swordsman's punch was the last straw that crushed the camel. All kinds of herbs hastily covered with paper were scattered on the ground, and people who heard the movement rushed to the room.

"Why are you again!" Among the group of people, the first to bear the brunt was the old man who had formed a bond with the swordsman.

"This is the Tang Mansion, as a disciple of the Tang Mansion, why can't I come?" Although the swordsman was a little uncomfortable on his face, he still straightened his chest to show his righteousness.

It doesn't make sense, he doesn't have a weak heart.

The old man was not to be outdone: "You are a disciple here, okay, come here, I'll take a look!" As he spoke, he waved impatiently.

"See what?" The swordsman is afraid of the other party, and it is the ultimate to say a few hard words. You can't really do it.

"Let's see if you're hurt!" The old man saw that the swordsman couldn't come, so he walked straight over.

This is an inexplicable situation, of course the swordsman will not be like a wood, let the other party do it. The two twisted together for a moment.

No matter how much others persuaded them, neither of them was willing to bow their heads and back down.

Hua Ye was resting flat in the next room, and he could hear the chickens flying and the dogs jumping next to him.

"It seems that I still have to go out." He limped to the door, but his eyes were suffocated to the bone elf standing under the porch: "Why are you?" Aren't you coming in? ”

The bone elf saw Hua Ye, and then realized that the swordsman should have entered the wrong room. This is where his brothers and sisters stay.

The fighting sound inside became more and more noisy, and the bone elves were worried about what to do, so a key figure appeared: "Go and take a look, your senior brother of the swordsman seems to have some kind of dispute with other people inside!" ”

The smell of herbs in the room inside is stronger, and the bone elf is standing outside the house, although it is also a smell of medicine, but fortunately, it can be ventilated, and she will not go in casually.

"Doctor Qiu, stop it!" As soon as he entered the room, Hua Ye saw the old doctor who treated him and the swordsman fighting together: "Don't fight!" He's my brother. ”

Hua Ye didn't know if it was a fight, if you want to talk about fighting, the swordsman was obviously letting Doctor Qiu go, but if he didn't fight, what were they doing when they were squeezing around one by one?

"Senior brother?" Hua Ye's noisy voice sounded all too familiar to Dr. Qiu's ears: "He is also from the Tang Dynasty Mansion!" ”

Seeing the disbelief on the other party's face, the swordsman tried to squeeze out a smile: "Doctor Qiu, please tell me, I don't look like a disciple of the Tang Dynasty Mansion." "This uncle is really a doctor, if it spreads, wouldn't he really laugh to death.

"The disciples of the Tang Dynasty Mansion, here, fighting outside the city gate, there is no one who is not injured." Dr. Qiu felt that he was really rude just now, and he really wished to find a crack in the ground to get into, and his old face was lost all his life.

The swordsman looked at himself, up and down, intact, and indeed formed a stark contrast to Hua Ye over there.

It's just that the battlefield in charge is different! Every person and every person encounters different situations. Most of the injuries of their Destiny were injured in the Yuan Shen, and from the outside, of course, nothing could be seen.

No matter how highly compatible the primordial gods are, they can't compare to the primordial gods and the flesh who are born to match.