Chapter 51: Help not to talk about money

"you!"
　　 Huaikong pinched the silver needle and squeezed it into a ball abruptly, so that the skin on his face was shaking.
　　 He never expected that what Wen Ping said turned out to be true. Yang Zongxian and the highly respected and respected genius doctors praised by everyone in Cangwu City turned out to be such a villain. He obviously couldn't save Yu Mo, but he had to pretend to be a waste of time.
　　 Huaikong pulls out again!
　　 is still the same, the meat part is gone, and the silver needle can stand there only because it is pinched by the skin.
　　 "Okay!"
　　 Huaikong pulled out again.
　　 Still that way.
　　 "Good! Good!"
After saying three good words, I already flung my sleeves and shouted angrily, "Old thief Rong, if I see you again next time, I will let you and your so-called Kaoshan Sect disappear forever in Cangwu City. !"
"I……"
　　 The old man sat on the ground all of a sudden, his energetic face suddenly became ten years old.
　　 wants to speak, but I don't know how to speak anymore.
Wen Ping came over at this time and said: "A person can be inhumane, because the world is not perfect, but a doctor who ignores his life for his own face and for ulterior purposes is really unworthy to do it. A physician."
　　 After that, Wen Ping left his ear, coldly cast a color at Yun Liao, and said, "Throw him out."
　　 When Yun Liao brought Rong Lao out of the wing, Huai Kong swept down all the silver needles on Yu Mo with his hands as if mad. I vaguely remembered the words Yu Mo had been asking him.
　　 "If I run out of time, kill me!"
　　 Huaikong almost desperately looked up to the sky with a long sigh and muttered to himself, "Do I really want to kill my friend?"
　　The enemy is cutting his hand in his hand, and the sword is up and down, he will not pity, let alone whether he has a grave after his death.
　　 You can kill your own life and death acquaintance with your own hands. This kind of pain, this kind of intolerance, is like the water of East Lake, like there is no end.
　　 Yang Zongxian stepped forward and patted Huaikong on the shoulder, and then said, "Brother Huai, be sorry, or this is the ultimate destination of Yu brother."
　　 "Brother Yang, Along, you close the door and go out. Let me bear this kind of pain alone."
　　 Huaikong is ready to kill Yu Mo by himself. Someone has to do this kind of thing.
　　 "Senior Demon Chef, I can save him."
　　 In a word, Yang Zongxian immediately turned his head around in shock, and then grabbed Wen Ping in a loss, pinched his hands on Wen Ping's arms, looking directly at him with a surprise in his eyes.
　　 "Sect Master Wen, what are you talking about?"
　　 "I said that I can actually save the senior on the couch, but if you keep holding me..."
　　 Yang Zongxian quickly let go, smiled naively, and quickly relived Ping Ping's apology. He looked happy just like when Yang Lele just broke through the sixth level of body refining.
　　 "Really?"
　　 Wen Ping hasn't walked two steps yet, so Huaikong asked again.
"I may not be able to do other things, but I am good at this demon-like and poisonous thing." After all, Wen Ping walked to the bed, took out the last cigar of today from his arms, and lit it with a fire fold. .
　　 Wen Ping took a deep breath, then held it in his mouth, moved his face to Yu Mo's face, and slowly spit out the smoke.
　　 The blue smoke covered Yu Mo's entire face like the mist in the morning, and gradually dissipated into the house as he walked.
　　 Immediately after, Wen Ping vomited more than a dozen mouthfuls again and again, and every time Yu Mo inhaled some into the nasal cavity, although not many, after a dozen times, the accumulated amount was a lot.
Ok--
　　 Yu Mo's whole body trembled suddenly, and even the fainted brows stretched out.
"This……"
　　 Huaikong saw this scene, the expression of surprise on his face was quite rich, and he clenched his fists, seeming very nervous.
　　 "Clan Chief Yang, can you help me find a bamboo pipe? It doesn't need to be as big, the thinner the better."
　　 Yang Zongxian nodded quickly and ran out, because of his bloated body, he was twisted and twisted. Crossed the threshold, then ran out of the inner courtyard and ran towards his house.
　　 There is a small bamboo forest where he lives.
　　 After folding the bamboo tube, Yang Zongxian quickly handed it over, but couldn't help but ask, "Sect Master Wen, what is this for?"
　　 "In his nostrils."
　　 Wen Ping said, a bamboo tube stretched directly to Mo's nose, as close as possible to the nasal cavity, and then took a cigar, and then slowly spit out into the bamboo tube. The green smoke enters the respiratory tract directly along the nasal cavity.
　　 repeated dozens of times, after the life cigar has been shortened by half, it seems to have improved.
　　~
　　 Yu Mo suddenly made a sound, and the distortion of his cheeks gradually eased, giving a sense of comfort. Although Yu Mo's voice was very weak and sounded particularly weak, in the ears of Yang Zongxian and others, it was the gospel.
　　 This should be the most beautiful and beautiful sound I have heard in these five hours.
　　 Huaikong immediately walked to Yu Mo and shouted in a low voice, "Brother Yu, Brother Yu!"
　　 Wen Ping smiled helplessly, and said, "Senior Demon Chef, my treatment has just begun. This senior didn't wake up so quickly. But just now he can feel it, which means that the demon poison has been suppressed."
"So fast?"
　　 "It's slow, by the way, you'd better go out. It's best to give the doors and windows a title."
　　 "Why is this?"
"My medicine is this smoke. This senior can't inhale it all by himself~EbookFREE.me~ I still have too much scattered in this room. If there are too many people, everyone is breathing. The effect of this medicine Naturally it will be much weaker."
"understood."
　　 Huaikong nodded, and walked out the door first, then personally found a board, and then blocked the broken window.
　　……
　　 a quarter of an hour later.
　　 Wen Ping walked out of the house, and as soon as he turned around and closed the door, the four immediately surrounded him.
　　 Huaikong opened his mouth and asked: "Sect Master Wen, how about my friend?"
　　 Wen Ping replied: "The demon poison is temporarily suppressed, and it should not spread again within a few days. The senior can sleep well for a few days."
　　 Hearing Wen Ping's words, Huai Kong couldn't wait to open the door, but he was stopped by Wen Ping. Wen Ping understood his eagerness, but Yu Mo needed a rest.
　　 Even if it is in the Tongxuan Realm to survive the life and death catastrophe, at this time, he can only lie on the bed and rest like ordinary people.
　　 Huaikong immediately smirked, "Then let Brother Yu continue the rest."
　　 After two steps, Huaikong said again: "Thank you for the help of Sect Master Wen today, otherwise my friend will die."
　　 "Sect Master Wen just speak, Yang Zongxian will not let you lose." Yang Zongxian estimated that the magic medicine that can suppress the poison of the great demon should be very expensive. Wen Ping did not ask for the cost, he had to ask.
　　 "Ten thousand gold coins!"
"This……"
　　 This number made Yang Zongxian hesitate to speak.
Looking at Yang Zongxian, who was a little surprised, Wen Ping smiled, and then said, "So, does Clan Chief Yang still have to talk to me about money? Since it is saving people, these money are all trivial. It is it that can keep that senior's life. It is valuable. On the contrary, without it, it is waste in my hands."