Ye Wuyou followed Mu Qingfeng back to the Qinglong Sect, the sky had turned dark, and there was silence all around, of course, there was no shortage of crazy fans squatting outside overnight, but the enchantment blocked it, and the people inside couldn't hear it.

was slapped in the face by the ancients again and again, especially Di Shu, it was not too happy to rob her of her job, this time it was rare to prove himself again, Ye Wuyou still took it a little seriously.

Really, in the 21st century, who comes to her for medical treatment is not with a cart of money, the key is to see her mood, now it is good, the patient's injury is very light, even if it is not, the key is not to give money, but also to pay the salary, it is really more and more unprincipled.

Ye Wuyou sighed and pushed the door open and went in, the first place, that is, Wang Jinrong was lying straight on the bed, his eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, and his hands were entangled together and refused to separate.

"Teach, Master, look at this ......"

Mu Qingfeng couldn't help but worry about Wang Jinrong, in the afternoon, he found several pharmacists, all of whom said that half of his body meridians were broken, his five organs were damaged and bleeding, and three ribs were broken.

This is also a member of their Blue Dragon Sect, and the loss of a good elder is not a good thing.

Who knew that Ye Wuyou just glanced at it, and didn't go over to diagnose the pulse, so he said to Mu Qingfeng gloomily: "So, just such a small injury broke my rare time of enjoyment?" ”

It's a shame that she thought that Mu Qingfeng was so anxious that Wang Jinrong only had a stick of incense, but in fact, there were still two or three days!!

Ye Wuyou's heart was very painful, he hated the pain in general, and he had an urge to throw people out.

Mu Qingfeng is obviously speechless about the title of "Xiao Fengzi", but he is the boss, even if he is called a second dog, he has to endure it.

But......

"A small injury? My sect leader, Wang Jinrong only has two days to spare, and he is still slightly injured?! ”

Is it necessary to die immediately in front of you to be called seriously injured?

Wouldn't such a requirement be too harsh?

So should I go over and make up for it now to create a dying atmosphere?

Mu Qingfeng felt that he was about to lose the three views, and the sect leader's words were always so unexpected, and he was able to be ideal and unexpected every time.

Ye Wuyou raised a finger and walked over and pointed at Wang Jinrong, his little face raised: "This is also called a serious injury?!" Xiao Fengzi, do you have any misunderstanding about any serious injury? Didn't he just break three ribs, displace his five organs by one centimeter, and have some internal bleeding, and then the meridians were accidentally broken in half, and he might have a slight concussion, how could he be seriously injured?! ”

She analyzed the symptoms in one go, as if the person she said was really just a little bit of a minor injury, just like being bitten by a mosquito.

Mu Qingfeng swallowed his saliva and silently took a step back.

No, the sect leader is too fierce, and if I don't leave, I'm afraid I'll be beaten into a "minor injury".

He glanced at Wang Jinrong, who was lying stiffly, but he still couldn't bear it: "What kind of sect leader, I and other fart people are very fragile, please take care of them." ”

They are really not comparable to perverts like Ye Wuyou, they really can't fight beyond the level, and they beat people to death, they are just glass bodies, and they will shatter when they touch them.

Mu Qingfeng was simply inward-flowing, and he didn't want to be within ten meters of the pervert anymore. I want to talk about "Miss Against the World: Demon Emperor, Don't Be Tsundere" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~