Luo Feiyu beat Yan Nantian, who was half dead, and the blue strips were empty for several times. Wan Chunliu knew that the problem that had not been cured for more than ten years could not be achieved overnight, so he saw that he was tired and let him go to rest first.

Luo Feiyu took the opportunity to use repair tools to fix the client on the road, and the map bug of the medicine sachet pendant finally became normal.

However, he had clearly explained to Tu Jiaojiao and the others that they had taken the lead, but it turned out to be such a view. He was really amused and crying about these evil people who were both young and enjoyed scaring people all day long.

He was thinking of letting Wuhua take advantage of his sensation, but he didn't expect to let him go into the restaurant and carry it out horizontally.

Luo Feiyu's eyes were stumbled on the faces of several evil people, and whoever fell on them would hide behind others.

Tu Jiaojiao pushed out haha, haha, he pulled Li Dazui over, and Li Dazui over Yin Jiuyou again. There was no one to pull Yin Jiuyou, so he straightened his neck and said coldly: "Twenty years ago, if the stinky monk Tianfeng had not trapped me in Yinming Valley with Shaolin guardians, I wouldn't have to stay in this evil valley and not go out!"

Luo Feiyu frowned and said, "If you want to settle the score, go to Tianfeng. What should I do if I use the person who practices the acupuncture?"

Yin Jiuyou snorted coldly: "As long as it is a monk from Shaolin, I will kill one. After I have lived a life of half a human and half a ghost for many years, I should let them taste the taste of being a ghost."

Luo Feiyu quickly glanced at Wuhua, and saw that he had no sign of waking up, and then said to Yin Jiuyou: "How do you know that he is a monk from Shaolin? This little bald man is called Jiese. Shaolin is now a Fang, Tian, ​​Wu, and Miao, and the monk from Jiese. He has never heard of it."

Yin Jiuyou laughed sinisterly a few times, and with his zombie-like grimace, his hair stood up. "Little kid, although I have never been out of the Evil Valley, I still recognize Shaolin's disciples dressed up." Twenty years ago, this little bald donkey was still a little baby five or six years old when he followed Tianfeng. The little jade Ruyi on his waist would never be fake.

Luo Feiyu felt a sudden slap in his heart. He couldn't understand how much Yin Jiuyou knew about Wuhua and Shaolin. After a change of mind, Zhan Yan smiled and said, "Anyway, I'm practicing for me. Can he still feel comfortable? If you think it would be better to give me acupuncture than to kill him with one knife, then you can kill him now. From now on, I will only test the needle on you. If you deny it once, I will not treat the people in the valley for two months."

"..." Yin Jiuyou's conditioned reflex shook.

It took twenty years to catch a Shaolin monk. He killed him with one knife and seemed to be a little relieved. He thought for a few minutes and compromisedly, "...If you want to take it, you can take it."

After saying that, he disappeared like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye.

The light skills of Yin Laojiu are really like a ghost, and they are very strange. Luo Feiyu sighed in his heart.

He sent Yin Jiuyou, and before he could say anything, Tu Jiaojiao took the initiative to greet him with a smile, and like a kind sister next door, he grabbed Luo Feiyu's hand: "Xiaoqiu, during these days when you are not here, I have sewed you a few more clothes. Come and try to fit it!"

Luo Feiyu twitched the corner of his mouth, and he quickly retreated to the table, and smiled politely: "This little monk doesn't know what's wrong with me... I... I'll take him to the master's place first, try on the clothes and change it, and the day will be another!"

Tu Jiaojiao stared at his back with regret as she carried Wuhua away, and stroking her face and sighed: "I see that this little bald head is elegant and extraordinary. Our Xiaoqiu is so gentle and kind, maybe she can make a good thing for her."

Li Dazui laughed loudly and ruthlessly mocked her: "You stinky woman are just happy to see others being unlucky! Not to mention that the young monk must abide by the rules and regulations and cannot think about lust. Even if he really likes her, he will know that Xiaoqiu is..."

"Hahaha, isn't this a very funny thing?" Haha'er only thought about that scene and couldn't help but pat his belly and smiled. "We not only want him to learn to think about lust and desire, but also let him be afraid of breaking the precepts, but also let him know in the end that the female donor he loved was actually a male donor. Haha, his expression must have been wonderful at that time!"

Tu Jiaojiao clapped and praised: "It's not bad. Just now, Lao Jiu and the three of us asked him to take advantage of the loopholes. This kid must not be so easy to bully. There is always the only reason why we call others to suffer losses. How can a little bald donkey step on our heads?"

The three of them muttered to each other and shook their eyes and didn't know what they said.

Luo Feiyu carried Wuhua into the ward, and did not ask Wan Chunliu to show him. He just slowly closed the door and lit the light again. He stood aside and said to Wuhua: "Have Master Abstinence been sleeping enough? They won't come in here, so don't pretend."

Wuhua sat up with her eyes open, shouted the Buddha's name, and said curiously: "How do you know that I am pretending?"

Luo Feiyu didn't answer, and asked directly: "You have heard a lot of news just now, but what did you remember?"

Wuhua pondered for a moment and shook her head: "Never."

Luo Feiyu approached him, held the back of his head and leaned over to look at him, without blinking his eyes, not letting go of every subtle change in the other party's eyes. However, Wuhua only looked at Luo Feiyu with a very honest and harmless look after being slightly surprised.

After two minutes of stalemate, Luo Feiyu finally lost: "You, why are you blushing!"

"Amitabha... donor, you blushed first." Wuhua also turned his head slightly, but he looked much calmer than Luo Feiyu. "Men and women... men and women don't get along with each other. Don't be so close. Donor, you stare at me like this, I will think..."

Luo Feiyu suddenly raised his smile and said gently: "What did Master Jie Se say?"

"..." Wuhua had a very eye-catching change of topic: "I was in a hurry just now. In order to escape, I had to use the donor's majesty. Please don't blame the donor."

Luo Feiyu saw that he was polite and could not find any mistakes on his body. The last bit of suspicion gradually dissipated and turned into an indescribable joy.

He asked Wuhua many questions indirectly, and tried his martial arts skills. He found that in addition to not remembering what happened before the sandstorm, this man was still firmly in his mind, such as martial arts, skills, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. This saved Luo Feiyu and taught him how to be a human being.

Luo Feiyu took advantage of the reason for treating the disease and got some terrible and deadly medicine every few days. He either held up a silver needle and recognized the acupuncture point while Wan Chunliu sighed and regretted that the iron was not strong enough. In order to recover his memory as soon as possible, Wuhua couldn't cooperate.

Luo Feiyu greeted Wan Chunliu and said that it would be best that Wuhua would never remember. Although Wan Chunliu didn't know what he was playing, he agreed very readily because he asked Luo Feiyu to help open up the meridians for Yan Nantian.

Two months later, Luo Feiyu gradually believed that Wuhua must have really lost her memory.

Although the system did not give any status marks, given Luo Feiyu's understanding of Wuhua, if this monk had not forgotten everything, he would never have let him do it as obediently as he is now.

He maintained a monotonous life of getting up early to study medicine every day, read books and practice calligraphy in the afternoon, and helped Wan Chunliu beat Yan Nantian in the evening, and occasionally quarreled with the villains in the valley. He gradually realized that his life was a bit loose.

Perhaps it was infected by Wuhua's wind and cold, and Luo Feiyu gradually became listless. There was an undispelled "occasional wind and cold" debuff under the blood strips. It didn't work after taking medicine for several days.

"Master, can you add more licorice next time? Hawthorn is also made? This taste is simply not something that people drink..."

Wan Chun lingered at him and stared at the color of the soup in the medicine pot, and said "um" very perfunctorily.

Wuhua held the medicine bowl and comforted him: "I still understand the principle of good medicine being bitter. The medicine Miss Wan prescribed me ten times more bitter than this, so why should I drink it?"

Luo Feiyu smiled at him, picked up the scroll scattered on the table and turned around and left.

Wuhua stood there and thought for a while and said, "You drank the medicine earlier, so I went to Tianzhexing earlier to borrow half an hour's kitchen stove..."

"Gudong--" Luo Feiyu immediately turned around and the hero filled the big bowl of black things like a pity, for fear that Wuhua would regret it: "Trade!"

Wuhua couldn't help laughing when she saw this: "If it weren't for your little desire, why would I have to touch the fireworks?"

Luo Feiyu didn't care about him. This bald donkey was simply a young master. Not only did he become obsessed with cleanliness, but he also thought that this and that. Although Luo Feiyu had made a lot of anger on him in the past two months, he had already served him with displeasure.

Wuhua knows how to please others. In this food and seasoning are not as good as the modern Ming Dynasty, and the food he made can make Luo Feiyu salivate. His cooking skills not only perfectly conquered Luo Feiyu's stomach, but even Tian Chixing, who was in charge of the restaurant and Li Dazui, who had been cooking human flesh for many years, praised it.

At night, the restaurant closed and everyone went back to rest everywhere, and the free kitchen naturally fell into Wuhua's hands.

He cooked two cages of vegetarian and three fresh soup buns, four sets of fried fruits, and a large bowl of hot noodle soup, which barely filled Luo Feiyu's appetite, which was a bit depressed due to illness in the past few days.

After eating, they went to put the dishes and chopsticks, but they realized that there were more people in the dark and remote kitchen.

Luo Feiyu was alert to pull out his weapons and approached him. He saw a big rat next to the black stove, covering up and eating it voraciously, as if he had never eaten anything in his life.

Luo Feiyu shouted: "Where did the little thief come from stealing food!"

The rat's whole body was shocked, and the bowl was put down, and the only lighting in the room was extinguished in an instant. Wuhua noticed something and suddenly turned around, but saw that the rat's "rat" had blocked the door tightly, and his evil eyes were revealed in the darkness.

The smell of braised hoofs floats inside.

Li Da's mouth opened his mouth and said in a cold voice: "The little guys are not lucky. I'm greedy when I encounter this. I can't keep you tonight."

The author has something to say: Considering that the notification of the update time change was sent late last night, I will add additional compensation to Ni Mengovo on the weekend!
Chapter completed!