Chapter 329
"Bullshit!" Shen Jiao said, "If that's the case, then my current mental skills and spiritual power are the real benefits for it, right? It hasn't even coveted them, so how can you explain this?"
"Sister, do you like eating in bed?" Shen Wuyong said, "It doesn't consume spiritual energy, so of course the more comfortable and warm the place is, the better. Don't you know that consuming too much poison can easily cause a cold?"
Shen Jiao: ...
"So, you're being kind by not wanting to help me take the King Gu away, but teaching me the Heart Technique?"
"That's not the case," Shen Wuyong said, "It's really fun to order my sister around. I'm teaching you the technique for my own benefit. My parents are getting more and more ruthless, and I'm really a little overwhelmed."
Shen Jiao glanced at him, as if wanting to say something.
Shen Wuyong's face darkened. "It has nothing to do with age. Sister, are you really not afraid of being struck by lightning for having such thoughts?"
"So what? You're not my biological child, so who knows what the three of you are doing in the house?"
Shen Jiao remembered clearly that he was always very weak every time he came out.
Either they had to use their hands and feet to crawl out, or they had to hold onto the wall and walk back with difficulty. Sometimes they couldn't even stand steadily with the wall and needed someone to help them back, and then they would immediately soak in the poison pool...
It's like contraception.
A strange smile appeared on Shen Jiao's face.
Shen Wuyong: ...
"I really wanted to help my sister, but now it seems that I am meddling in her affairs. It's good that my sister is like this."
He turned over.
Shen Jiao couldn't help laughing and patted him: "Hey, come on, look at you, you just keep saying those angry words, my dear brother, anger is bad for your health, don't you know?"
Shen Wuyong was really flattered.
"Sister, you are definitely your parents' child."
As long as she can achieve her goal, she can say anything. Fortunately, my brother is here~
Shen Wuyong smiled and said, "Go away. I won't help."
He pulled his cloak over his head.
Shen Jiao: ...
"If you don't want to help, then don't help. Who cares?" Shen Jiao turned her face up in the blink of an eye and slapped him. "Forget about dying of illness. You don't even say a good thing. You will definitely make money if you go to report the funeral. Bad luck will definitely come to you."
After saying that, Shen Jiao grabbed the quilt and ran away.
Shen Wuyong: ...
"Is this how you ask people to do things for you, sister?"
Shen Jiao, lying on the bed covered with a quilt, scratched his ears and said, "Where is that dog barking? Shen Wuyong, did you hear it? It's so loud! It's really scary! Will it bite me? How about you stop it?"
Shen Wuyong: ...
He was so angry that he kept coughing, glared at her unhappily, and went to sleep with his cloak covering him.
Shen Gu and Qu Rou did tell some truths. For example, it was true that Shen Wuyong was weak. His condition was fluctuating and it took him nearly a month to recover from the fever. If he were an ordinary person, he would have been ready to be buried by now.
He could also continue to practice martial arts with Shen Gu and Qu Rou.
Shen Jiao looked at the person soaking in the pool, leaned over and poked his shoulder, and asked with concern: "Hey, Shen Wuyong, you're not going to die, are you?"
"Sister, haven't you bought the firecrackers yet? How about I give you two?" Shen Wuyong still wanted to make trouble.
Shen Jiao scolded, "What kind of words are you talking about, my dear brother?"
"Please tell me the truth for me. If I die, won't I be beaten with drums and gongs and set off firecrackers?"
"Shock! Don't curse yourself like that! My brother's lifespan must be as long as a turtle's. How could he die so easily? What would happen to my sister if you died?"
Shen Wuyong turned his head and saw Shen Jiao putting her hands on her lower abdomen, wiping her tears and sobbing sadly.
He raised his eyebrows and said, "Sister, there's no need to be so sad. If my brother dies, I'll always have him to accompany me. He'll be a companion after all. But he's still young, so I'll have to work hard to feed him. And with those King Gu left leaderless, I think in a few months, I'll be able to come down and reunite with my brother."
Shen Wuyong put his hand on hers and looked at her belly with an expression that was extremely gentle.
Shen Jiao originally wanted to disgust people, but ended up being disgusted instead.
She pushed Shen Wuyong away and said, "Don't touch me, you're so fake. You only have eyes for it. If you like it so much, wouldn't it be better to put it in your belly?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Shen Wuyong laughed. "Sister, I have plenty of food in my belly. There's no place for it here."
There is a king of Gu living in his dantian.
"Isn't your spiritual altar still empty?" Shen Jiao said bluntly.
Shen Wuyong pretended to be crazy and said, "How can I be free? My heart is full of concern for you."
Shen Jiao: ...
"Stop talking, I'm going to vomit."
How dare he respond to anything?
Shen Wuyong patted her back in a pretentious manner and added, "It's not so big that it can squeeze my internal organs. Why is my sister's appetite so small?"
Shen Jiao responded by spitting on his clothes.
That’s right, Shen Jiao is sick.
Before practicing this method, she had never been infected with typhoid fever by anyone, and she had no idea how uncomfortable it felt.
Not only did he feel dizzy, he was also vomiting and curled up in the quilt, shivering.
She could even say with tears in her eyes: "Shen Wuyong! I hate you!"
"Okay, I get it. Don't be angry. Being too emotional can hurt your body."
Shen Wuyong sat far away, flipping through documents and replied, his mouth almost splitting with smile.
The villain's success, revenge, and his bad character of not wishing good for others made Shen Jiao so angry that she vomited bitter bile.
He weakly raised his hands and waved them in the air: "Help! I need a doctor! I need a reliable doctor! Shen Wuyong! Go get me a doctor! Otherwise I'll vomit in your pool!"
Shen Jiao is not like him. He just has to endure when he is sick.
Shen Jiao needs to take medicine when she's sick. Good medicine, expensive medicine, and effective medicine! Otherwise, she'll make a scene! ! ! !
"You can't scratch yourself like this, right?" Shen Jiao clutched the quilt and lay on the edge of the bed in despair, her voice trembling, "I'm almost dying..."
Shen Wuyong laughed out loud: "That's great! How should I celebrate such a happy event?"
He was extremely happy. Shen Jiao had never seen him so happy before.
He walked around the room several times and asked her, "What kind of coffin do you like, sister? I'll have someone prepare it right away. Do you want to tell my parents? It's hard to say whether they will come or not, but we should at least tell them, right?"
Shen Jiao: "You bastard! If you don't want to help, I'll go find it myself!"
It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others.
Before Shen Jiao even reached the door, she felt dizzy and could not stand steadily, and her vision was black.
I guess she is hungry. If she eats, she will vomit. If she doesn't eat, she will still be hungry.
When others are sick, Shen Jiao will say: Don’t pretend.
When she was sick, Shen Jiao would say, "How pitiful I am! Shen Wuyong, are you even human? Are you really going to let me go alone? Do you have any compassion at all?"
Shen Wuyong: "Why is my sister blaming me? Isn't this karma?"
Shen Jiao cried and sat on the ground, hugging her legs and saying, "It's bullshit!"
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