Starting from Orion, kill a Martial Saint

Chapter 119 Spring Heart and Younger Brother

The back kitchen of Wangxianglou is in full swing, a lively and lively scene.

Almost all the chefs went to work, but the stove was not lit.

A goat with black hair was suddenly grabbed by the neck by a fat and muscular chef. Before the goat even had time to scream, it was stabbed through the throat with a knife and bled.

Clatter, the hot sheep blood flowed into the blood basin, stirring up a layer of blood-colored foam.

Immediately, two helpers took the sheep aside and killed the sheep to bleed it.

The back kitchen was almost full of goats that had been stripped and disemboweled.

The sounds of chopping meat, shouts, curses, and the screams of goats sounded in turn.

Everyone's eyes were filled with excitement. The fat cook wiped the blood on his face with a voice that almost shook the dust on the roof.

"Everyone, work harder! A distinguished guest is here! Each of us will be rewarded with a dime of silver!"

Tonight, Wangxiang Tower was booked by a wealthy customer, so there was no time to cook, so the chefs discussed with the boss and switched to hot pot.

In the hall, the sound of changing cups and cups kept ringing. The whole hall was foggy and drunk.

These travellers, who had been scared outside for almost half a month, finally had the opportunity to drink and relax, so naturally they wanted to eat and drink wildly.

There was a layer of damp wine stains on the ground. A waiter's eyes were red, and he spilled the wine in the cup on the ground, muttering something in his mouth.

That was them paying homage to their dead brothers.

In the private room on the second floor of Wangxiang Building, the smell of boiled mutton is mixed with the aroma of wine.

Wei Zheng picked up a full spoonful of mutton with a strainer and poured it into the large porcelain plate in front of him. It wasn't until the smell of rolled mutton and sesame paste rolled down his throat and into his belly that he felt alive.

"Brother Wei, drink!" Wang Muchhi's face turned red. He picked up the wine bowl in front of him and poured the warm rice wine into his stomach.

A mouthful of warm wine breath was spit out, turning into thick mist in the slightly cold air.

"Wow this time it was so damn exciting! I really thought I was going to die!"

Wang Muchhi laughed loudly, showing his heroic spirit.

The hot pot meal lasted until midnight.

Wei Zheng could no longer remember how much he had eaten. He could only see that the entire private room was filled with white porcelain plates.

The mutton swallowed in the body was digested extremely quickly. As his realm became higher and higher, his appetite and digestion speed also increased.

If the energy converted by ordinary people when eating is 20%, then Wei Zheng's conversion rate has reached an astonishing 50%!

"Brother Wei, you helped me this time. If anything happens in the future, just talk." Wang Muchi seemed a little drunk, and his words became hesitant.

"By the way, Mu Zhi." Song Ping gently sipped the clear and refreshing barley tea in the cup, her movements elegant and calm.

"That's what Sister Song said." Wang Muchhi was drunk and was not angry at all for Song Ping's somewhat disrespectful address to him.

No matter how you say it, Song Ping is considered a clerk employed by Wang Muchhi's family, and he should at least be called young master.

But Song Ping was always proud in her heart, and after this incident, her relationship with Wang Muchi gradually became better and became more equal.

Now the two of them are more like siblings.

"Then I'll just say it." Song Ping's red lips parted slightly, not shying away from Wei Zheng's presence. She gently tapped the teacup on the table with her slender hands. "I want to take a month off, just to rest and relax. I wonder if Mu Zhi can you make the decision?"

"Ask for leave?" Wang Muzhi scratched his head, his eyes gradually returned to clarity, and he sat up, looking a little confused. "Sister Song, are you serious? The recent escort trip is over. There may not be any escorts in the next month. It's better to play in the escort agency."

"I know." Song Ping spoke softly, looking at Wang Muchhi in front of her quietly.

"Well" Wang Muchi felt a little uncomfortable being stared at and scratched his head. "Since it's Sister Song, I agree."

Although he agreed, Wang Muchi still had some doubts in his heart.

Song Ping's family is not from the local area, and she doesn't have any relatives in Lincheng. She took a month's leave, but it seemed like she had nowhere to go.
Moreover, why do you have to give up this one hundred taels of salary and go out?

A little confused
But then, Wang Muchhi seemed to have thought of something, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.Only then did he remember that while eating at the table, Song Ping seemed to be glancing at Brother Wei from time to time.

That look in his eyes is absolutely extraordinary, right?

Hehe, he remembered again that occasionally, when Song Ping and Brother Wei made eye contact, Sister Song's face would turn red, and she would subconsciously cover her cheeks.

Every time.

This Sister Song, must she be shy?
Spring is sprouting?

Do you like Brother Wei?

"Pa!" Wang Muchi slapped his head, and his thoughts suddenly became smooth in his mind. No wonder Song Ping wanted to save Wei Zheng first, and then save herself!

These two people might have gotten into a fucking relationship a long time ago!On the night when he killed the bandit, Brother Wei had to sleep in a room alone!That night, Song Ping happened to be keeping vigil!

Wang Muzhi covered his mouth, marveling at his own sensitivity.

After taking a month off, Brother Wei seems to be very happy. However, Brother Wei seems to have a family, right?Moreover, the relationship seems to be very good and being discovered is always bad, right?
"Brother Wei!" Wang Muchhi patted his chest. "Do you want me to find a house for you to live in for a month? I must keep it a secret!"

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Wei Zheng couldn't understand what Wang Muchhi was talking about. Why was there no logic in what this guy said?
late at night.

Wang's residence.

In the side courtyard, the sound of rushing water could be heard.

Wang Muchhi's eyes were bright, and he didn't look drunk at all.

"Brother, I'm back." A wry smile appeared on the corner of Wang Muzhi's mouth. In the reflection of his eyes was a child who had been soaked in a barrel and whose muscles atrophied.

In the wooden barrel was the rich medicinal liquid that had just been replaced.

Every three days, the potion in the barrel will gradually expire. At that time, it will cost dozens of taels of silver to replace the potion with a new one.

"Brother." The boy in the bucket opened his mouth tremblingly. He seemed very excited when he saw Wang Muchhi.

This child, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, had been soaking in the medicine bucket for three years.

Ever since his father was in danger that year when he was a escort, the doctor determined that his younger brother could not stand up. If he wanted to hang himself, he could only hang his life with potion.

Even so, it only lasts for one year.

My father wanted to give up directly.

But Wang Muchi disagreed and even had a big quarrel with him.

From then on, Wang Muchhi never spoke to his father more than five times a year.

The younger brother was obviously seriously injured trying to save his father, but this old bastard didn't even give his younger brother a chance to live for another year!

Thinking of this, Wang Muchhi felt bursts of anger in his heart.

Fortunately, there is always a path, and three years ago, Wang Muchi met someone.

He claims that he can let his brother live ten more years. He can even make his brother stand up again and be able to run and jump like a normal child!Can live under the sun like a human being again!
His method does work.

My brother has lived two more years.

And the price.
Wang Muzhi's eyes turned cold, and the silver knife in his hand flew, opening a wound on his arm.

"Want" the young man's eyes in the bucket suddenly brightened, as if he was extremely eager, he put his mouth on Wang Muchhi's wound, and like a bat, he continued to suck the blood flowing out.

Wang Muzhi's face gradually turned pale again.

The young chivalrous demeanor accumulated in the snowy night also gradually disappeared as the blood in the body dissipated, and he became as weak as a girl again.

(End of this chapter)