As he spoke, Ying Jiu's voice gradually faded away.
Ye Bai's eyelids twitched, and he felt a chill run through his body.
Is Ninth Master some kind of assassin unleashing his full power to mow down enemies?!
Even more bloodthirsty...
Would Ninth Master get emotional and stab Ye Bai a couple of times for no reason?
Try it and you'll die!
Ye Bai was very confident in his abilities.
If he dares to cut, Ye Bai will dare to die in front of him!
Tick-tock, tick-tock—
Time passed second by second, and Ye Bai waited for 12 o'clock to arrive so that the Eternal Tower could open.
...
The Eternal Forest.
Xue Meng, who was resting, was disturbed by a phone call.
"Who...Uncle Nine? Have you eaten?"
Xue Meng spoke with exceptional respect over the phone, nodding repeatedly.
A hoarse, aged voice came from the other end of the phone.
"I found a secret recipe in an ancient book that can cure Xu Qingfeng's injuries. Please write it down..."
"Alright, I'll do as you say right away!"
After hanging up the phone, Xue Meng hurried off to the Abyss Plane, counting on his fingers along the way.
"This trip should earn me a good amount of travel expenses, enough to pay off some of my debts..."
A dignified ninth-tier War God, the number one lone wolf on the Star Ranking, is actually struggling to make a living. I wonder who he offended.
Not long after,
Xue Meng returned from the Abyss Plane, carrying with him a secret recipe for healing.
He kicked open the door to Xu Qingfeng's emergency room and shoved the attending pastor aside.
"Let me see where you're hurt!"
"A wound that's only two or three centimeters long, it's taken so long to heal?"
As he spoke, Xue Meng poured a bottle of medicine down his throat. Xu Qingfeng's teeth chattered in pain, and he writhed on the bed like a maggot.
He let out a roar from deep in his throat.
"What the hell did you splash?"
"Medicine."
Xue Meng glanced down at the small bottle and saw that the label read: "Chili Oil - For Torture (War King Rank)".
You used it wrong!
"Cough cough, your serious illness requires strong medicine. That was for disinfection."
As he spoke, Xue Meng took out another bottle of medicine.
This time I was more careful and only applied it to the other person after confirming that it was correct.
"hiss--"
The wound that had been slow to heal has actually begun to heal!
The medicine cured the disease instantly!
The priests standing nearby were all incredibly surprised; Xu Qingfeng had been injured by a demon god, and the situation was extremely difficult to handle.
He was actually cured by a small bottle of medicine?
Before he could express his gratitude, Xu Qingfeng caught a glimpse of the medicine bottle in Xue Meng's hand out of the corner of his eye.
"Chili oil..."
Looking down at the red oil on the wound, and smelling a fragrance...
On that day, everyone at the summer camp heard a roar.
"Xue Meng!"
"I'll let you run three million miles first!"
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