(The tenth weak female revenge master and apprentice love and hate poison doctor killer in the tenth month of the decade)

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"No need, it's okay for me, it's enough to just guard your master."

Zhang Conggu suppressed the sour anger in his heart, and said sadly: "The apprentice knows that the master and the master have a deep relationship between husband and wife. But, Master, think about it again, why did Master Niang fall asleep and not wake up? Isn't it sad for you, distressed for you, and I can't wait to follow you? If she wakes up, will she be healed when she sees your wounds? Besides, your own body should be clear to yourself, and you can't drag it out. I called the little guy and shouted that the doctor had arrived. This time you have to go, and if you don't go, you have to go. You shouldn't be considerate of this thought, Master?

Zhang Conggu said righteous words, so that Long Yinzi had nothing to say, and every word was inseparable from Wang Jinghong, making him speechless. Originally, this was also a solid man, who was known by the disciples with affection and reason, but he still hesitated: "But".

Zhang Conggu waved his hand: "It's nothing." If you want to be with your teacher for a long time, then you have to take care of yourself. Shi Niang also said: The only person in this world can be relied on is you."

He arched again: "The vain has the courage to be the master, please don't blame you", and with a wave of his hand, the little guy outside the courtyard came in and carried Long Yinzi to the flower hall.

Seeing that the apprentice is so filial, what else can Long Yinzi say? It's too late to be relieved, and I feel guilty and grateful: "You have helped so much for the teacher, and you have taken care of the teacher very well, I feel very good." But in fact, the fate of our master and apprentice is not deep, and I have never taught you any great skills when I ask myself. When I'm ready, if you want, I'll pass on the Dragon Yin Sword Technique to you, I don't know what you think? ”

Zhang Conggu was sour in his heart: I don't know your swordsmanship? But he still replied dignifiedly: "Master said so, then it is really out of sight." Being a teacher for one day and a father for life, these are all things that I can and should share, and I am also willing. Do you have to try to get something out of you? ”

Long Yinzi sighed very much when he heard this, and said no more.

The soft sedan chair entered the flower hall, and an old man with gray hair had been waiting for a while. He peeled off Ryu's clothes to look at the wound.

Zhang Conggu can no longer pretend to be a filial son, he only feels that he can't breathe in his breath, and he can't stay in that room: he looks at Long Yinzi disgustingly, and looks at the warbler Yanyan who is full of houses, and all he thinks about in his heart is Wang Jinghong, who must be respected as a master.

Long Yinzi has to be cured? It must be cured - after he was busy, he also found the best doctor in the city, Gui Chuntang, and he was the old man who called Long Yinzi to recuperate and recover.

So what about after that?

What happens after it is cured? Master is okay, naturally he took Wang Jinghong to find an antidote for Jiang Langting's unlucky bastard.

Zhang Conggu also realized at that time that Long Yinzi was going, he didn't care about any situation at all, but his sister Wang Jinghong was hanging on his heart. When he thought that the master was going to take her away generously, he was scratching his heart and liver.

She wants to go, sooner or later, so can she not go? How can I stay so that I can see her every day? How can you hold her day and night and never let go? How can I get rid of Master's big burden and don't get in the way of my own eyes? Don't get in the way of Wang Jinghong?

Zhang Conggu was not a good man or a woman when he was a child, and he was born in a scheming businessman's family. As soon as the yin mind came out, he first surprised himself, and then simply comforted himself - if people do not do it for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed. Pity yourself for the master that is thinking about the morning and evening, and if you don't get your hands on it, you are unwilling to be willing, so just fight again.

For the sake of a woman, it was not difficult to hurt the master who had no affection, and there was nothing worth hesitating too much about.

Zhang Conggu thought of Wang Jinghong's teary-eyed "Brother Long" in the carriage, and a jar of old vinegar in his heart completely drowned his conscience, and the righteousness, morality and everything else also changed the taste, and he made up his mind to get rid of Long Yinzi.

He summoned the doctor, bought a lot of money, and immediately ordered the minions to grab the medicine, and finally whispered a few words to his personal servant, asking him to put aside the extremely powerful sweat medicine to come in. Although the man did not understand, he did everything without asking.

After bringing it, Zhang Conggu sent the girl to fry it, and he accompanied Long Yinzi to talk well, and when the medicine was served, he saw Long Yinzi drink it in one gulp.

Gradually, Long Yinzi's vision became more and more blurry, he knew that it was not good, but he never thought about the worse. The people in front of him have become ghosts, but Zhang Conggu's nervous face is still taking care of comforting the child: "It's okay, I'm happy, maybe I'm sleepy."

When he woke up, he saw that it was pitch black all around, damp, dark and windy.

Long Yinzi only felt paralyzed and weak, but his legs were very swollen, as if he was pressing something terrible on his head.

He called, "Agu, Agu! But no one answered.

He was hungry and thirsty, and he groped around with his big hands, only to feel that he was leaning against a dripping rock wall behind him. I stretched out my tongue and licked it, only to feel fishy and bitter, and I don't know where it came from.

"Someone!"

Long Yinzi thumped his legs again—it turned out that there were two iron cuffs on his head!

Who is it! Where is this!

There was a panic in his heart, and what made him even more panicked was that no one answered the call to "Hong'er".

What about Madame? Where is she?

The chain was stuck in his knee, so that he could not bend. The legs were swollen and swollen as if they had been tortured, and they were so aggrieved!

There was no light around, but a torch came from afar, gradually illuminating the situation here -- it was a stone chamber seven feet square, and there was only one way leading out. Looking around, there was really nothing but the walls.

The dragon was buckled here, the shackles and chains on his legs and stomachs fused with the entire piece of iron that covered the ground beneath his head. Such a big iron lump fell on him, and his legs seemed to be broken, and the strange road was swollen uncomfortably!

There was no one here but him. There is no dry food or clean water, and from time to time there are a few rats and tide insects crawling by.

When the torch was lit, he looked at the comer, and his heart was cold: the Lord who imprisoned him has come!

The light of the fire made him dazzled and his head ached, and his face under the torch was slightly unclear. However, this clean, gentle, and polite appearance -- isn't it Zhang Conggu? That good disciple who is always respectful and rare in the world? How is he!