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Chapter 323 Brother Feng gave birth once?
And these Huangquan slaves are like soldier ants, aggressive by nature, and take it as their duty to protect the group.

However, it was really impulsive to rush directly to kill Yu Mantang like this, how many people came?

Just thinking about it like this, Chu Jiu became very interested in these Huangquan slaves, so she planned to get closer and sized up the Huangquan slaves carefully, but before she could get any closer, she was immediately caught by Yu Mantang beside her. live. "This slave is born with divine power, don't let him hurt you."

Chu Jiu nodded, and could only look at it from a distance, and saw that Huang Quannu was barefoot, and his upper body was only a short jacket, his entire chest was exposed, and the belt was loose, obviously it was Feng Chengyang and the others trying to identify whether he was It was pulled apart by Huang Quannu.

This Huang Quan Nu's chest was tattooed with patterns that resembled rosettes, but also didn't look like them. The patterns on his arms were unique in shape, and it was impossible to tell what they were.

"Traitor! I'm going to break your neck!" Huang Quannu seemed to hate Yu Mantang to the bone, even in the cage, he still stretched out his hand, trying to strangle Yu Mantang's neck.

Yu Mantang turned around, Chu Jiu frowned, looking at that Huangquan slave, there was always an indescribable feeling, as if this person... "Is he blind?"

"How is it possible?" Someone next to him immediately replied Chu Jiu's words.

But this answer not only did not clear Chu Jiu's doubts, but made Chu Jiu even more confused.

This Huangquan slave doesn't have any look in his eyes, just like a blind man, but judging from his performance, he really doesn't look like a blind man. Could it be that Huang Quannu, like the death guard, has modified eyes?
Although Chu Jiu thought this way in his heart, he also knew that this might not be high. He even felt that the problem was not in the eyes, but in the bloodthirsty of this slave of Huang Quan, as if it was his destiny to kill Yu Mantang. This feeling is too weird.

A young man in black clothes came over from the door. When he saw Chu Jiu, his face was visibly stiff, and he put one hand behind his back and the other on his chest, saluted neither humble nor overbearing, and then looked at Yu Mantang: "Sir. Lord, those Huangquan slaves seem to have escaped to the ground, and we people have not even been able to catch a single hair back."

"Is anyone injured?"

"That's not true. Those Huangquan slaves behaved very strangely. It seemed that they were only here to explore the way, and they didn't fight us at all."

"It's fine, and I'm not in a hurry." Yu Mantang sighed at this point, and then continued: "Brother Qin, Mantang is not yet ready to introduce him. This person is Zhang Jiong, from my Yu family. People of this clan have some attainments in needle walking, and they are close friends of the whole family."

"Young Master, this is really a joke. Those few needles I put in front of Brother Qin are just child's play." The man named Zhang Jiong smiled modestly and cupped his hands: "My next Zhang Jiong, for Yu Yu The young master of the family is a follower, and he grew up with the young master since he was a child, so he knows a little bit about medical skills, and the so-called acupuncture needles that the young master said is impossible to talk about, it really makes Mr. Qin laugh."

"You're welcome, your young master doesn't lie. Since I'm praising you, I think your acupuncture skills must be good. If you have free time, you must learn from each other." Chu Jiu also bowed politely, dragged the words, and circled around. His tongue was tied, and he finally managed to finish these polite words without flashing his tongue.

After Chu Jiu finished speaking, the three people obviously fell into an inexplicable silence. Chu Jiu was not stupid, so he immediately said: "Oh, by the way, I went in to see Brother Feng. I heard that he was still injured. It happened to have good wound medicine."

After finishing speaking, he walked in. He had something to say, but he couldn't hear it. Instead of being chased away, it's better to be more interesting.

On the ninth day of the lunar new year, Yan Shu followed, passed through an arched door, and arrived at the place where Feng Chengyang lived. He saw an attendant carrying copper basins, sending them back and forth one after another. The water inside was stained with blood.

Chu Jiu pursed her lower lip and walked in quickly.

If it was an ordinary time, maybe she would even joke a few words: Brother Feng's posture inside and outside the room is really a bit like a woman who is pregnant in October and gives birth in the morning.

But at this time, Chu Jiu really couldn't laugh at this blood volume, this Feng Chengyang was probably seriously injured.

And Feng Chengyang actually helped Yu Mantang, which really surprised her.

Chu Jiu pushed open the door, originally wanting to ask "what's the matter", but blurted out: "Is he dead?"

Lu Yao was sitting on the grand teacher's chair beside him, and Feng Chengyang, who was lying on the bed, let out a hoarse sound in his throat. Because the voice was too soft, Chu Jiu didn't hear what he said, but he knew it by looking at him. , must not be a good word.

Chu Jiu could only touch her nose resentfully, who told her to say the wrong thing.

"Cough, I have wound medicine here, it may be better than what you use." Chu Jiu said and handed the wound medicine. The golden sore medicine was not made by herself, but Chang Qi gave it to her. I only had it here, and Chu Jiu picked it up because of curiosity.

When Chu Jiu walked over, the accompanying doctor beside Feng Chengyang immediately stepped aside, letting Chu Jiu look at Feng Chengyang's injuries, and Chu Jiu sat down, lifted the white cloth around Feng Chengyang's neck, and immediately fell down. Taking a breath, he asked, "Why is it so serious?"

Lu Yao shook his head: "The servant of Huangquan came so suddenly, we didn't take any precautions at all. If Feng Chengyang hadn't brought some medicine with him, we wouldn't be able to sit here."

Chu Jiu frowned and looked at Feng Chengyang's neck, and said in her heart that it was a blessing, if it was a little more off, it would be broken.

It can be seen that the moves of those Huangquan slaves are all killing moves.

"You can't do this, you have to suture it, otherwise it will be fatal." Chu Jiu said this, and someone next to him immediately handed the needle. "Mr. Qin, if you don't mind, why don't you use the little old man's needle?" The doctor handed over the needle, Chu Jiu glanced at it, and it seemed to be thinner than embroidery needles.

Apparently, before Chu Jiu's arrival, the accompanying doctors planned to suture Feng Chengyang, but they were delayed by her interruption.

Chu Jiu reached out to take it, glanced at it, and then threw it aside: "This kind of needle disinfection can't be sloppy, otherwise it will turn into trouble even if it's okay."

After finishing speaking, he whispered, "Yan Shu, hurry up and get my needles."

"Yes."

Hearing what Chu Jiu said, Yan Shu immediately left in response, and went back to his room to get the needles that Chu Jiu had left in the room.

On the other hand, Chu Jiu reached out and pressed the acupuncture points on Feng Chengyang's body back and forth.

"Brother Feng really has a lot of life. If it's a close bird, I'm afraid he will die by now." He still has the strength to stare at her.

Feng Cheng's throat was hurt, he didn't have the strength to speak anymore, he just stared at Chu Jiu, his eyes rolled quickly, as if he was saying something to Chu Jiu, Chu Jiu raised his eyebrows, and covered his eyes with his hands. "It seems that Brother Feng was seriously injured, and his optic nerve was also damaged."

(End of this chapter)