Liang Cisheng was confused, why hadn't he heard of the divine doctor in his previous life, and there was a powerful child here by his side?

Chu Zhuxu's eyes were dark, just now in order to protect Liang Cisheng, the tea wet his sleeves, his face didn't look very good, and he was obviously full of dissatisfaction with the visitor.

"Is this the Princess's waiting for someone?"

Liang Cisheng shook his head, "The middle-aged man and the child are not sure, but the dozen or so people who came from behind are not." ”

"Oh."

Chu Zhuxu picked up the saber that had fallen on the stool next to him earlier, and looked back at Liang Cisheng, "It's best to sit here and don't move, otherwise I will accidentally hurt you later, and I won't be able to explain to others." ”

"Chu Zhuxu!"

Liang Cisheng just wanted to stand up and pick up her weapon to go together, but who knew that the pain in her chest made her frown, and as soon as she moved, she fell back on the stool, and could only sit next to Chu Zhuxu and watch Chu Zhuxu fight with the child.

The child smashed a porcelain pot into the head of a middle-aged man, smeared the blood on him in disgust, turned to see Chu Zhuxu, and said with a smile: "I don't know where the donor comes from?" Why did you take the initiative to cause such a disaster? ”

Along the way, they set out from the south and met many righteous people from the martial arts, but no one helped them.

The child pouted, and his master was a person who only moved his mouth and did not use his hands, and he was the only one who faced a dozen people every time.

Tired and panicked.

Every time after a fight, the master would not give him anything to eat, it would always be a meat patty, which made his head hurt.

"From where you came." Chu Zhuxu's figure is dashing and handsome, the movements on his hands are smooth and beautiful, the injuries on his body have no impact on his movements, and the middle-aged man who is viciously walking towards his face with his fist in his hand pinching his fist without the slightest hesitation, he directly jumps into the air, kicks the man's jaw, and the sharp bladed sword pierces the man's hand bones, splitting the tendons.

The blood never splashed on him, Chu Zhuxu looked indifferently at the little child standing beside him, "Naturally not afraid, maybe when you know our name, you will be the one who should be afraid." ”

The child rolled over and threw an adult man to the ground, unhurriedly took out the half of the bread he had hidden earlier from his pocket and put it in his mouth, and waved his hand with a grin, "Brother, this is hard to say." ”

"When you hear my master's name, maybe you'll have to ask us to leave."

The child smiled at Chu Zhuxu, and saw a thug carrying a big knife slashing in the direction where they were standing, instantly chilling a young cheek, dragging the wooden stool next to him and throwing it towards the thug's façade, stepping on the table and kicking the thug's ear fiercely, directly kicking him to the face bleeding, falling to the ground, and not stopping. Sitting on the person's body, shaking his fists, opening the bow left and right, and hitting the thug's whole face swollen like a pig's head, he stopped slightly.

"I don't want to inquire about who your grandfather and I are, I follow behind our two masters and apprentices all day long, it's really shameless!" The child got up and sat down on the complete table and chair next to him, poured himself a cup of tea, and said, "I almost died of thirst." ”

The corpse lay on the ground, and those who could barely escape were gone, a hotel in a remote place, and now only the boss and a few of them were left.

There weren't even many tables and chairs left to sit on.

Liang Cisheng saw that everything had subsided before he got up and walked towards them, and the thing he was thinking about probably had an answer.