Luo Feiyu felt that his equipment might be a bit of a mystery to these bosses. When he first changed his equipment, he was torn by Wuhua before he could even get a hot pot.

But Wuhua teared it into green clothes, Yuan Suiyun burned it into orange clothes! Orange clothes!

However, he didn't have the courage to say "You compensate me for my fat" in front of Yuan Suiyun, and he could not beat Yuan Suiyun and Ding Feng. Luo Feiyu could only take advantage of Yuan Suiyun's lack of knowing that his legs were getting longer. He stayed in bed for a few more days, relaxed their vigilance, and delayed the time for Dong Sanniang and Wuhua's poaching work.

Yuan Suiyun stood up and poured him a cup of hot tea. He looked gentle and didn't know how many little girls' minds would be pulled away. In fact, he knew very well the benefits of such an attitude. He apologized to Luo Feiyu: "I didn't know that Miss Tang's physical condition was inconvenient before, which made the girl suffer from cold and soaked in water, and caused the girl to suffer now. It was a mistake."

A question mark appeared in Luo Feiyu's heart: Soak in water? Could it be that he is so ill that Yuan Suiyun even tortured him?!

Wucao, then he didn't notice his disguise...? Fortunately, he was so drowsy at the time, otherwise he would not be able to withstand the pain...

Luo Feiyu stared at the cup of hot water, remained silent for a while, and kept a distance from him: "I am a prisoner of the Yuan Gongzi, why should you be so polite?"

Yuan Suiyun smiled faintly and said, "That bottom is burnt, but Ding Feng copied all the text on it. The girl should understand what I mean."

Luo Feiyu sneered: "If you must think that it is the secret of the breeze and dew, then you can think about it with all your might."

It turns out that martial arts name is "Qingfeng Chu Lu"? It has never been seen in the records. Yuan Suiyun's face did not change: "Miss Tang, since you are from the Tang clan, you should understand how to do business. As long as you can cooperate, I can give it to you whether it is freedom or other things you want."

Luo Feiyu turned his head and exposed his thoughts directly: "Is there anyone who asks people like you?"

Yuan Suiyun frowned slightly: "Do you think I'm begging you?"

Luo Feiyu sneered, "If you didn't ask me for help, why should you save my life? You save my life because you know that your disease cannot be solved by me. You must hold on to it even the last straw. I hope it's my business to be unwilling to be treated. If I don't help you, you will never have the chance to get rid of the troubles in your life."

Yuan Suiyun said confidently: "If you don't take action, naturally someone is willing to disperse the skill of mechanics for me. Since I have obtained it now, I will sooner or later understand the secrets of it. You are in front of me now and there is no qualification to bargain."

Luo Feiyu immediately asked back: "Then what are you waiting for now? Why don't you kill me directly?"

"..." Yuan Suiyun was silent.

"I'll answer for you, because you are afraid that these hexagrams will be deceitful, and you are afraid that those who are willing to cure you will not learn this domineering skill. If I live, you will always have hope; if I die, you may never find someone who can cure you for ten, twenty years, or even in your life."

Yuan Suiyun suddenly laughed, and he stared at Luo Feiyu from a high point of view, with a sense of unsightly arrogance and confidence: "In this world, there is only what I don't want, nothing I can't get. Even the light that was taken away is the same. If my own eyes can be restored, it is naturally the best; but if it is really useless, I have already looked for a way to replace its eyeball..."

He said in a very indifferent tone: "Who does Miss Tang think the owner of these eyes will be?"

Luo Feiyu was shocked, and only then did he understand how much trouble the breeze and dew that day caused.

What Yuan Suiyun wanted him to treat was his eyes... His debuffs with blocked meridians were not because of practicing martial arts, but because of his eyes!

Fuck! No wonder Yuan Suiyun refused to let him go, he has been blind for twenty years. He has no need to change his eyeball and take risks and use a knife to cure his eye disease. How could he not seize the opportunity!

Luo Feiyu suddenly felt that Yuan Suiyun was just as virtuous as Wuhua a few years ago, with extreme self-confidence and paranoidness.

He clenched his fists and said a long story with endless fluctuations: "...No matter how amazing you are and how outstanding you are, you cannot escape the mercy of fate. Some things, such as feelings and light, will not fall into your hands even if you get the whole world. God is fair to everyone. If it gives you something, it will take away some of you. If you only remember what you lost, and if you are blind, your heart will follow you, then you will never be able to get rid of the shadow of darkness."

Yuan Suiyun laughed.

He thought of the words that Tang Xiaoxi had heard in the copper tube before, and those who deceived Ding Feng: "It is naturally attractive among the kind of people living in the darkness." "No one knows better or better than me except me who is in the darkness." "Do you think he needs those famous daughters who are ignorant of the world? No. What he really needs is a person who can walk in the darkness with him."

...

What a companion who walks in the night, this woman is so narcissistic.

"So you don't understand at all." He said.

Wuzheng Villa has been passed down for a hundred years. His father's high hopes for him, Wuzheng Villa's heavy burden of revitalizing his prestige, and the regrets and evaluations mentioned by all the people in the martial arts world, are like mountains pressing on his shoulders.

Think about it, how could Ding Xingwang from Tangjiabaomen understand the pressure of single-passing travel in Wuzheng Villa?

His father had only one son. He was a pride of heaven with a prominent family background and a talented young hero. If he lived under others, he would receive not only his father's disappointment and sighs, but also his ridicule from all over the world.

He must be the best heir to Wuzheng Villa, because if he doesn't do it, no one will do it; he needs to make Wuzheng Villa the most powerful existence in the martial arts world again, and be less than one person and more than ten thousand people.

But he was blind.

The words "I just am a blind man" are like nightmares and imprints that accompany you throughout your life, and you can't get rid of them no matter how hard you are.

What is the blind man doing wrong again? What's there to regret? Is he willing to choose blindness? Why can't the excellent halo of him be overshadowed by the fact that he is a blind man when others mention him?

Because they are not as good as him, when admitting his excellence, they always have to find out his flaws to show their superiority, as if they are better than him in this regard, and they can find comfort.

The better he is, the more they sigh his blindness.

That's why he hated and longed for Guangming so much.

"No, I understand very well," Luo Feiyu said firmly, "You are just unwilling to give up."

Yes, he was unwilling to give up.

"Even if I cure you, or have cured you a few years ago, you will not stop what you are doing now. You will still build a bat island and will do whatever you want for your own purposes. Blindness is not an excuse, and being forced into evil by others is not an excuse. Your ambition and unwillingness are the source of evil."

Yuan Suiyun smiled proudly and said, "I am so kind, why do you need an excuse? I have my ambitions, and Miss Tang is now my prisoner. If you want freedom, you can exchange sincerity."

Luo Feiyu pursed his lips and said, "If I die, I will not cure you?"

Yuan Suiyun coldly glanced at him: "Then I will make you live worse than death."

Luo Feiyu…compromised.

He looked at him and Ding Feng, who was nailed behind like a wooden stake, looked at him and Yuan Suiyun with an inexplicable look, and the neatly arranged copper tubes in the room, and made up his mind secretly.

He knew what he should do and what he wanted to do. Those "bats" who had newly joined the Yinyuan Society had to be transferred out. This not only weakened Yuan Suiyun's method, but also his promise to those innocent people.

Since he decided to save them, he had to think about everything carefully.

The evacuation of the island slave is a big project. The movement of personnel of such a scale will surely attract Yuan Suiyun's vigilance. He not only has to delay time but also create opportunities for them.

There is a feasible solution now.

Luo Feiyu handed his arm openly to Yuan Suiyun, "Even if I promise to treat you, it will be difficult to do it in a while with my current situation."

Yuan Suiyun frowned and put on his pulse. He was about to ask a question, but suddenly stopped again.

Luo Feiyu said: "You know that I practiced martial arts to detoxify and treat diseases. If you want your martial arts to work, you must have internal strength."

And he now... has no internal strength.

Yuan Suiyun was stunned.

He discovered it when Tang Xiaoxi started to get sick, but at that time he thought it was because of Tang Xiaoxi's strange disease, and thought that as long as Tang Xiaoxi recovered, her internal strength would be restored.

He didn't know that the Tang Sect profession had no kidneys, and the Tang Sect output was based on the divine machine value, internal force, etc.... It was not important to the cannons at all, so Luo Feiyu's dantian was always empty.

"That day, in order to make you believe what I said is true, I used this martial art, but it consumed a lot and I have not recovered my vitality to this day. The key to its function is special internal strength, so even if you lose internal strength, it will be useless."

Yuan Suiyun's face became solemn: "What do you mean is that every time you use it, it takes a long time to recover?"

"Not bad." Luo Feiyu knew that he had woken up now, and Yuan Suiyun would definitely make people stare at him, but if he made Yuan Suiyun believe that he had no ability to escape and had no need to be prepared, then he would have a chance to make trouble.

Yuan Suiyun said vigilantly: "Are you really not delaying time?" He thought of Tang Xiaoxi's strange behavior when he came in, and asked with a squinted eye: "What's the point of picking up that bottom?"

Luo Feiyu was extremely sad: "Those words are really useless, the key is the shorts...it..."

Yuan Suiyun said suspiciously: "How is it?"

Luo Feiyu said silly: "My aunt is here and she misses a bed. She always needs to change it clean."

Yuan Suiyun: "…………” The girls from the Tang Sect are really careless.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support and understanding of qvq. The card has been successfully pushed over, especially thanks to me, Wang Ji, Yang Meimei, and the second group of cute little cuties who helped me bald last night!

Da Jiji writes about fan-like people, and they are allowed to appear out of love for the characters. When I encounter something that is seriously inconsistent with the character, I really can't destroy the white moonlight in my heart and use OOC to achieve copy-leveling.

No matter how ridiculed it is, no matter how ridiculed it is, they are still walking their lives seriously in the story.

But Da Jiji has his own principles, and I cannot forgive those who commit evil deeds to be punished, so they must pay the price.

However, the other party is a villain with high IQ, high force, careful and elegant manners. When Da Jiji's little brain can think of a way to escape, he will definitely think of and escape. If he wants to reduce his intelligence to the villain to open up the dungeon to set off the protagonist, then I would rather write a word than write a word until he gets a solution.

In the past 72 hours, Da Jiji personally overturned countless possibilities. Although it was painful to burn my brain, I was happy at this time, even if I spent a lot of time and energy on it, I felt it was worth it.

I don’t know how other authors write articles. As for me, as the creator of the world of writing, whether funny or teasing, I have to be responsible for the story itself. If I want to write a word in a mess, I can also give tens of thousands of words in a minute. Who can’t get along with the money?

But what's the point?

_(:3∠)_I am the kind of cherry that cherishes feathers. The stories I want to write must at least please myself. When the daily updates conflict with basic principles, I choose to stop and think about maintaining quality, rather than just relying on temporary gains and perfunctory things.

Dajiji is just an ordinary person. When encountering things, he will have emotional instability. His condition is not liked to pour bitterness on the Internet, but it does not mean that I have no bitterness. When the three-dimensional situations occur frequently, I smile and whitewash the words of peace and joy while dealing with the clumsy card and trivial matters as if nothing happened. I am not that strong yet, and Dajiji cannot do it now.

But I firmly believe that any suffering will pass, and misfortune is the source of good fortune.

Today I took the time to reply to the comments of the babies waiting for me. I really thank you for being with me all the time.

Dajiji has three update characteristics: 1. As long as you say something, you will definitely do it. It may be uncertain sooner or later, but you will never go back on your word. 2. Although you like to catch typos, you will never be false. 3. Occasionally, it will be unpredictable, but as long as you don’t ask for leave, you will definitely update before 0 o’clock on that day.

The road ahead is still long, let’s go on together.
Chapter completed!