A month ago, the pavilion lord walked into the city hospital with a sad face, and the doctor standing opposite me was an elegant man with gold-rimmed glasses. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Doctor...... I...... Can I still be saved......

The doctor pushed his glasses, and with a flash of golden light, his eyes were sharp, and he looked at me, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"I'm not sick...... I'm poisoned! ”

I blushed my face, the strong smell of the potion irritating my nose and making my tear ducts uncontrollably sour, "My readers say I'm adulterated in the text!" I don't believe it! ”

Then I just looked back at my book and it turned out to be ...... As a result, I was poisoned! Doctor, do you think I can still be saved! ”

The doctor was silent, and turned back to pull out a silver scalpel.

"Doctor...... Doctor, what are you doing here......

The doctor snorted coldly, approaching step by step, and the pavilion master retreated again and again, "Ya, it turned out to be the poison you mixed in the text!" Bad Lao Tzu scolds in your comment area every day! Stop talking nonsense, show your sword! ”

With a flash of silver light, the pavilion master hurriedly fled, ran out of the hospital gate, and turned around and shouted, "I won't give up!" I'll be back! ”

Ten years of sharpening a sword, the pavilion master thinks day and night, and after twenty chapters......

Everything was bleak, the cold wind was blowing, and in the middle of the night, the pavilion master walked into the hospital again with a decadent face, and the doctor with gold-rimmed glasses in front of him was still in front of him.

"You're here."

"I'm coming."

"Why are you coming?"

"I have to come ......"

"Is your poison cured?"

"I ...... After drinking some dichlorvos and fighting poison with poison, it was almost better. ”

The doctor snorted coldly, "Then what are you doing today?" ”

I smiled bitterly, made up my mind, raised my head and looked at him firmly, "It's easy to cure one person's poison, but it's difficult to cure ten thousand people's poison!" I want to think for the readers of this world, the doctor can give me a life-saving medicine?! ”

The doctor looked at me. After a long time, he turned around and took out the silver scalpel again.

"Do you need a scalpel for detoxification...... Doctor...... You're ......."

Approaching, smirking, "Stop talking, let me cut you filth that plagues the reader!" So that no more people will be poisoned! ”

The hand was raised, the knife fell, the pavilion master desperately covered his lower body, fled in a hurry again, turned around and shouted, "The pavilion master would rather die than be a eunuch!" I'll be back! ”

After a hundred years of grinding one person, and forty chapters, the pavilion master carried a hundred pounds of weight in the desert alone, a piece of yellow sand, thousands of miles of smokeless, this is a deserted road to survival.

The vision is blurred, the scorching sun bakes, at this time the color of the heaven and the earth changes, the wind and clouds rise suddenly, a golden light descends, and the cold fairy silk flutters, such as Luo Shen descending into the world, fluttering like a fairy.

The fairy raised her eyebrows coldly, and stretched out her green fingers, "I am the Fan Fan Fairy who is the editor of the Yue Wen Heavenly Court, and today I will give you the honor of Sanjiang Pavilion, the three rivers are surging, one river is a god and one river is sinking!" The Nine Pavilion Lord continues to work hard, and he can't mix poison in the text anymore! ”

After speaking, the silk was lightly pulled, and three thousand silver silk Mu Xue slowly ascended to heaven.

The pavilion master puffed and threw himself from the yellow sand into the raging three rivers.

The four claws waved wildly, up and down, "Oops...... Don't you ...... Let's go...... I can't swim! ”

Soldier......

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Ahem, the pavilion master has finally entered Sanjiang, it's not easy, it's moving...... Everyone thinks back to the name of the city where Lin Yao is located, and they know what feelings the pavilion master has for Sanjiang......

A river is a god and a river sinks, this wave is sandy, it is the three rivers, the pavilion master with a body of poison points, happily planing in the water, of course, I hope everyone is still on the shore to support me, I hope to hear "Pavilion master come on, pavilion master you can!" "In that case, uh...... As for the other, "Ya, he is the one who sprinkled poison in the river!" Catch him, shoot him! "In that case...... Well, please be merciful......

Okay, first thank you to the cold goddess Fan Fan, first Fenqiang, then Sanjiang. This great favor, the pavilion master can only repay it with his body (Fan Fei)......

Thank you to all the readers and friends who support the pavilion master, the pavilion master walked to the front of the three river waves, without your support, the pavilion master will never go on, here, special thanks to the reader whispering classmates, from beginning to end, a recommendation ticket every day, never stopped, although the weight is not much, but the pavilion master is moved, thank you!

Thank you to China Literature for the platform, thank you for the support of the friends in the group, and thank you to all the friends who left their footprints in the comment area! Thank you!

Here, the pavilion owner is cheeky to ask for everyone's support again, click on the old starting point, and then find Sanjiang in the upper row, click in to find the "Skill Book Supplier", and you can vote for the precious Sanjiang ticket for the pavilion owner! Sanjiang tickets can only be voted once a day, and it seems to be free, thank you for your support! Thank you all for every vote!

Finally, thank you all, the pavilion master will continue to work hard! (Try not to adulterate!) ）