Chapter 239: No Help! Find a place to bury it!

Zhang Yi's three people and two drivers lifted Wang Fan in with their hands and feet and buttocks.

Yan Buliu knew early that Zhang Yi and others were coming, so he opened the door early, carrying a bottle of two pots and half leaning on the door beam, burping with wine, looking outside with confused eyes, and looking at it like the kind of drink that was about to be broken.

"Boss! Why are you drinking like this again? Zhang Yi said helplessly: "Brother Fan is still waiting for you to save your life!"

Yan Buliu glanced at Zhang Yi weakly, stretched out his two fingers and formed a sword finger on his body a few times, and suddenly the alcohol was completely gone, and the drunkenness disappeared.

"Rub! I forgot he still had this hand! Zhang Yi suddenly remembered that when he once sent Ming Che Gu to Wang Fanzhi's arm, at that time, Yan Buliu and Wang Fan's group just drank with a confused face, and at that time, Yan Buliu just took a few clicks on himself to sober himself up. (See Chapter 74 for details!) ）

After Yan Buliu finished sobering up, he put one side of his body to make room, and said with great pretension: "Carry it in!"

After everyone carried Wang Fan in, they found that Yan Buliu had already cleaned up the table and was waiting for Wang Fan to lie down.

It's rare! I don't know how many times I've been here, but it's the first time I've seen such a neat table when I enter the door.!! (•'╻'• )꒳ᵒ꒳ᵎᵎᵎ

After everyone put Wang Fan on the table, one of the two drivers took out a car key and handed it to Mr. Liu, and the two drivers left. Of course, the two drivers were walking in a van with a cock bomb license plate.

I want to drive this car to the halfway road to be handed over

G stopped, then took out the driving license for someone to check, and found that it was true, and then handed it in

G's expression...... It's exciting to think about!! ( ̄y▽ ̄)~*Cover your mouth and snicker

After the two drivers left, Yan Buliu also began to see a doctor. Yan Buliu first glanced at Zhang Yi and Mr. Liu, and then at Daoist Zifeng, and finally came to the sofa and squatted down, bent down and reached under the sofa, and pulled out a suitcase. After Yan Buliu put the suitcase on the sofa, he unbuckled the box and flipped the lid of the box, first took out two small bottles from it, waved them, and threw them directly at Zhang Yi and Mr. Liu.

After Zhang Yi and Mr. Liu hurriedly caught the bottle, they didn't need to be strict and didn't need to explain it, they directly pulled out the stopper, poured out a little bit in their hands, and wiped it on themselves.

After Yan Buliu finished throwing off the bottle, he took out a pack of medicine wrapped in yellow paper, and from the shape of the medicine bag, it could be seen that the medicine bag was wrapped in three round-shaped pills.

Yan Buliu looked at the medicine bag in his hand and then looked at the complexion of Zifeng Daoist, and after a little hesitation, he walked towards Zifeng Daoist and said, "Let me take the pulse!"

Zifeng Daoist did not hesitate to stretch out his hand, Yan Buliu put his fingertips on Zifeng Daoist's wrist, after a few seconds, Yan Buliu withdrew his hand, smiled bitterly and said, "This ...... of blood qi loss"

"Come, take it." Yan Buliu stuffed the medicine bag into Zifeng Daoist's hand, then turned around and took out an identical three-pack medicine bag from the box.

"One tablet a day, meditate for an hour after each dose." Yan Buliu said after handing over the medicine bag.

Daoist Zifeng smiled slightly and put away the two packets of medicine.

After giving instructions to Daoist Zifeng, Yan Buliu came to Wang Fan's side with his hands behind his back, and at this time, Zhang Yi and Mr. Liu were naked, smearing the wounds on their bodies.

"Boss Yan, what did Monk Wang say?" Zhang Yi wiped his wound bare-chested, poked his head over and said.

"It's hopeless, pull it out and find a place to bury it!" Yan Buliu said expressionlessly.

ZHANG Yi:Σ( ° △ °|||) ︴

Wang Fan: Σ (゚∀゚ノ)ノ

Mr. Liu: (¬_¬)

Zifeng Daoist: (; a_a)

"I think Brother Fan can be rescued again!" Zhang Yi swallowed his saliva and said.

"I think so too!" Wang Fan agreed.

"It's really hopeless! There's nothing I can do about it! Yan Buliu lowered his head and said.

"Ah~ah!" Zhang Yi lowered his head and said softly: "Brother Fan, go all the way, your little brother will definitely give you a beautiful scenery."

"You Niu Temple, get out of the way for Lao Tzu!" ("▼Dish▼")

"Alright, stop playing! In the middle of the night, you're not tired, I'm tired! Mr. Liu rubbed his swollen and tired eyes and said.

"You can't pretend to be low-key, really!" Yan Buliu raised his head and said, "You guys will come tomorrow morning to pick up Wang Bald's head!"

"Do you have a way?" Zhang Yi asked.

"Nonsense! Who do you think I am? Yan Buliu stepped on the table with his feet up, and said proudly: "I am Yan Buliu!"

"Ahh......h Hands, hands, hands! Wang Fan said bitterly.

Yan Buliu moved his eyes downward, and found that his feet were stepping on Wang Fan's hands, and after slowly removing his feet, he said with a blushing face and a heartbeat: "I can't bear this pain, or is it not a man?"

"I want to endure, I want to endure, now my life is in the hands of this grandson, and I will teach him to be a man when I am injured." Wang Fan gritted his teeth and thought secretly. (╬ ̄dish ̄)

"That's right! Look at this hamster, it's no problem! After Mr. Liu touched his coat pocket, he took out Mr. Cang, who was sleeping heavily.

Yan Buliu squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Teacher Cang in Mr. Liu's hand for a while, and said lightly: "Endemon has its own set of healing methods, and its current behavior is to treat itself."

Mr. Liu didn't say anything after hearing this, and directly stuffed Mr. Cang into his pocket.

"Okay, Monk Wang will be handed over to you, we will come tomorrow morning to receive people!" After Mr. Liu finished stuffing the cang, he yawned and said. Then he turned and left.

"Brother Fan! I'm leaving! Zhang Yi also left after saying hello to Wang Fan, who was like a salted fish.

Daoist Zifeng nodded at Yan Buliu and left.

………

The three of them came to the car, and Mr. Liu drove Zhang Yi to his home first, and then stepped on the accelerator and left directly.

Zhang Yi carried two peachwood swords, looking at the feeling that Mr. Liu could drive an ordinary car out of a sports car, and sighed unconsciously, feeling that it was good to be rich, and he would have to pit Mr. Liu more in the future.

"Huh!?" ゛(‘◇’)?

"Where's my doorkey?" Zhang Yi said as he touched his body.

"! Fell into that tomb. Zhang Yi remembered that the house key was placed in a backpack, and later after the backpack was dismembered by the blood armor corpse, the key was .........

"Call Brother Liu to come back! Sleep with him tonight! Zhang Yi began to touch his phone.

“KAO！ The phone is in the hands of the scorpion. (乂'д ́)

Zhang Yi suddenly felt that he was worried about his grandfather again, otherwise how could he be so moldy?

Helpless, Zhang Yi had no choice but to find the landlord. Fortunately, the landlord lives not far from where Zhang Yi lives, although it is not good to disturb people at such a late hour, but there is no way at the moment.

Zhang Yi came to the landlord's place and saw that the landlord's room was still brightly lit. After a pause, Zhang Yi reached out and knocked on the door......