Qin Wushuang attacked repeatedly, and the fight lasted for several minutes without interruption.

The woman was lying on the ground, her face covered in blood, she was gasping for breath, her nose was collapsed, and she was lying down, looking extremely ugly.

Plastic surgery is not good, I can’t help but toss it.

Qin Wushuang grinned, revealing his double rows of teeth, his face full of sunshine and gentleness.

But in the woman's eyes, he was like a devil, full of evil, terrifying and making people tremble with fear and feel cold in their feet.

"Do you want to continue?"

"Don't...don't hit me. I was wrong. I apologize."

"Ahem, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have cursed. It's all my fault."

"I beg you to be magnanimous and let me go."

See? This is the price of barbarism.

Learning culture is about communicating with others in a calm and peaceful manner, and learning martial arts is about making idiots talk to you politely.

"Your words are not sincere enough. I need you to be more serious."

The woman struggled to get up, her body staggering, her steps unsteady, her head disoriented, and blood dripping onto the ground.

But she still bent down as much as she could, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"Go away." Qin Wushuang glanced and went to his room.

"Boss, you are so domineering." Dongfang Bo flattered him.

"How can one be so arrogant as to educate a woman?"

After the man walked away, the woman took out her cell phone from her bag and dialed a number...

There are many happy things in life, and nothing is more comfortable than sleeping until you wake up naturally.

Although Qin Wushuang was a warrior and full of energy, he didn't need to sleep too much, but he had been working hard in recent days, and his injuries from the fight with the old ninja had not healed yet. This sleep was very refreshing and swept away all his previous fatigue and pain.

I got up and stretched, my joints crackled and I felt relaxed all over.

"Boss, are you awake?" Ji Wuqing knocked on the door outside.

"Come in." Qin Wushuang looked at his cell phone. It was ten fifty-eight. He had slept long enough.

"Boss, I prepared breakfast for you. See how it goes." Ji Wuqing came in with breakfast, and Dongfang Bai walked behind him.

"Do you like it? Is it plentiful?"

"Wuqing, you look haggard." Qin Wushuang teased.

"Hehe, it's nothing serious, it's nothing serious." Ji Wuqing didn't care.

"You have to be restrained even when you are young. Don't be useless after you are forty and just watch and cry." Qin Wushuang sat on the chair and started to eat.

It’s already noon, what kind of breakfast should I eat?

Because Qin Wushuang still had things to do, he might not have time to eat lunch. He promised to help the two of them improve their cultivation, but he couldn't just make empty promises.

"Boss, considering my physique, I will be as strong and vigorous as ever when I am in my seventies or eighties." Ji Wuqing patted his chest and boasted.

There is no certainty as to what will happen tomorrow, and you are still in your seventies or eighties.

"Take out your phone, open the memo, and write what I say." Qin Wushuang said while eating.

"What to write?"

"Your biggest problem is that you talk too much."

"Okay, okay." Ji Wuqing took out his cell phone obediently.

"Seven-leaf clover, climbing water lily, nine-star insect, Kandilong..."

He named more than a dozen medicinal herbs in one breath.

"Buy two, and get a casserole and a stingy stove."

Dongfang Bo's eyes lit up, "Boss, these medicines are for the two of us, right?"

"good!"

"Thank you, sir. I'll be there right away."

"Dongfang Bo, wait for me." Ji Wuqing was not stupid, and he quickly chased after him.

"Remember, the medicine must be genuine, don't buy fake ones."

The merchants nowadays have no credibility at all. They deceive people into buying and selling things. If you don’t understand, you really can’t buy good things.

Especially medicinal herbs, the water is very deep.

I was completely cheated.

Ji Wuqing is an expert when it comes to buying medicinal herbs. Before Qin Wushuang cured his illness, he had to buy medicine at least twice a month, which cost him a lot of money.

With him around, nothing can go wrong.

After forty minutes of going back and forth, Qin Wushuang finished his meal and began to boil the medicinal herbs.

This thing must be made by yourself. It is a serious matter and no mistakes can be made.

If there is any deviation, the effect will be greatly reduced. Otherwise, you can make it in the pharmacy, so why go through the trouble of taking it out and buying a casserole or something like that.

Isn't it just to be absolutely sure that nothing goes wrong?

The smell of medicinal herbs was very strong, so Qin Wushuang opened the window, otherwise he would definitely receive complaints.

Three large bowls of water were boiled down to half a bowl, which the two of them drank.

Immediately, the two of them sat cross-legged on the ground and practiced their skills. Qin Wushuang took out a silver needle and inserted it into the acupuncture point.

He used the method of transferring Qi through silver needles to help the two of them reach the level of junior grandmaster.

At present, Qin Wushuang is at the peak of the Grand Master level, so it is not a problem for him to help the two of them advance smoothly.

It's so much higher that it's a sure thing to a certain extent.

Of course, both of them also need to have a high enough accumulation level to qualify for becoming a junior grandmaster.

The silver needle trembled slightly, and the true energy poured in like sea water, breaking through the barrier between the two people.

…

"Honey, the man who beat me lives on the 22nd floor of this hotel." Downstairs, the woman who was beaten last night was wrapped up like a dumpling, with only a pair of eyes exposed. She looked no better than a mummy.

The so-called husband she mentioned was surprising. This... this...

Not too ugly, not too old, but a woman.

Lesbian?

Although it is not too uncommon in modern society, people still can't help but sigh and shake their heads when it appears in public.

Two more resources are missing.

Behind the two men stood dozens of bodyguards, all wearing uniform black suits, red ties, and sunglasses.

"Are you sure?" my husband turned his head and asked.

"Sure!"

"Do you remember what it looked like?"

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