My disciple is Sun Wukong

Chapter 91 Ye Xuan, You Liar

[091] Ye Xuan, you liar
In an instant, the entire road was in chaos, and the vehicles behind had no time to slow down and crashed into it one by one.

The worst thing was that Santana, who was about to overtake on the far right, was directly crushed into a discus, and the people inside seemed to die.

The road was full of blood, screams and wailing were intertwined, like the end of the world.

Song Xi and Xu Wei stared blankly at this scene, completely bewildered.

After a long time, Song Xi patted his chest and was afraid after a while: "You said what would happen if you didn't slow down just now?"

"It will...will be crushed into meatloaf like that car."

Thinking of the consequences, Xu Wei shivered.

terrible!

In just a few seconds, they had come full circle from the gate of hell.

The two swallowed, and looked at each other in shock: "Master! It really is a master!!"

"There are indeed some things in this world that science cannot explain."

At this moment, Ye Xuan became confusing in their hearts.

Baicao Hospital Outpatient Department,
Ye Xuan was bored playing WeChat and jumping up and down to pass the time.

99997,

99998,

99999 ...

"Ding"

Suddenly, a message popped up on the phone screen, "The system detected that the player is suspected of cheating, and the data of this game will not be included in the ranking."

"Damn it." Ye Xuan cursed secretly, you played well and you actually said that I cheated, hateful Ma Huateng, sooner or later I will settle accounts with you.

"Oh!"

The door of the outpatient room was pushed open, and Song Xi and Xu Wei ran in hurriedly.

They had to divert due to a series of crashes on the main road and were over an hour late to the hospital.

The two walked quickly in front of Ye Xuan, there was no trace of contempt on their faces, they were both apologetic and embarrassed, they scratched their heads, and said eagerly.

"Doctor Ye, don't mind if we said that about you before."

"Yes, yes, Doctor Ye, you are an expert, don't be as knowledgeable as us."

Ye Xuan raised his head: "Are you convinced?"

"I've taken it, I've taken it." The two nodded like pounding garlic.

Ye Xuan's face was calm, appearing to be inscrutable: "For the sake of your practice of medicine and saving lives in the past few years, I only remind you a few words."

"Yes, Master Ye, we are convinced." The two thanked each other non-stop, then returned to the table, patted their chests, and looked shocked.

In the afternoon, Ye Xuan was finishing prescribing medicine for a little girl, when suddenly a gust of fragrant wind hit, followed by an extremely angry voice:

"Bastard, you are sitting here with such peace of mind, don't you feel ashamed!"

Ye Xuan raised his head, glanced at it, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Standing in front of me was a young girl, estimated to be about 20 years old, but she was already as beautiful as a fairy, with jade-like skin, snow-like skin, exquisite facial features, finely crafted, small cherry mouth, and jewel-like eyes.She was wearing a long skirt with a swaying grace, exuding an indescribable nobility!

The fly in the ointment is that there is a strong evil spirit on the beautiful face, and the star-like eyes are filled with raging flames.

"Ye Xuan, you liar!"

The girl said word by word, it was Zhao Qingluan, the princess of Nanzhao who met once at the auction.

Ye Xuan stared straight at Zhao Qingluan, his eyes were calm and indifferent: "What's the matter?"

"What's the matter?" Zhao Qingluan seemed to have heard some big joke, his cold face was covered with frost, and his beautiful big eyes were full of hatred:
"Everything is your conspiracy, don't you know?"

"Mine?" Ye Xuan was even more confused.

Zhao Qingluan raised her eyebrows, and said in a cold tone: "You said that the fairy soup can cure my father, but after taking it, my father would have been able to prolong his life for three months, but now it is less than three days."

"I'm afraid all of this is in your calculations!?"

As she said that, Zhao Qingluan's beautiful big eyes were flushed with sadness, resentment...extremely complicated.

"I said that fairy soup can cure all diseases, but I didn't say that it can cure your father!"

His voice was faint and cold, but it completely angered Zhao Qingluan, and he roared angrily:

"What's the difference? Tell me! Are you from my second uncle or my third uncle?"

Ye Xuan was taken aback for a moment, then understood.

He has lived in the world for thousands of years, and what he sees the most is the struggle between big families. There is no family affection to talk about, and often the end is life and death, father and son fighting, brother fighting, everywhere.

Although Nanzhao has been reduced to a small border clan, there are probably countless people thinking about the throne.

Zhao Qingluan obviously misunderstood him, thinking that he was working for others, so he intentionally poisoned King Nanzhao!

Having figured it out, Ye Xuan raised his head, and the coldness in his eyes gradually gathered: "Do you think I deliberately harmed your father?"

"Isn't it?" Zhao Qingluan looked contemptuous.

"joke!"

Ye Xuan stood proudly with his hands behind his back. There was no sorrow or joy on his stern face, and some were just indifferent. His deep eyes didn't even look at Zhao Qingluan, but raised his head slightly, staring at the clouds outside the window.

"I said fairy soup, if it can cure all diseases in the world, it will definitely be cured."

"As for your father, are you sick, have you figured it out?"

These two short sentences were full of meaning, but Zhao Qingluan trembled violently and exclaimed, "What do you mean, my father is not sick?"

Ye Xuan didn't answer, but sneered instead: "Also, remember, I, Ye Xuan, have been acting all my life, so why do I need to plot tricks?"

"Don't talk about your father, if I want to take someone's life, even the Jade Emperor can't stop me."

Ye Xuan narrated calmly, and when he spoke, the air of aloofness was beyond words.

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Zhao Qingluan's eyes were a little distracted, she sat down on the ground suddenly, two lines of clear tears flowed down her cheeks from her beautiful eyes, dripping down to the ground.

After the father took the fairy soup, his symptoms deteriorated rapidly, and the best witch doctors of the entire Nanzhao clan were helpless. She was worried for several days, and then the Nanzhao clan was in chaos. The second uncle and the third uncle fought for the throne.

At this moment, she was haggard and exhausted, and all thoughts were lost. She traveled thousands of miles without stopping, and there was still a last sliver of longing in her heart.

"You...you can save my father, right?" Zhao Qingluan looked at Ye Xuan longingly, her voice trembling slightly, for fear of hearing bad news from Ye Xuan.

This is her last hope, like a dying person grasping at the last straw.

"Yes." Ye Xuan nodded, then said indifferently, "But why should I save him?"

The corners of Zhao Qingluan's mouth just raised slightly, but then stopped abruptly, looking at Ye Xuan in disbelief.

She was rejected!
Princess Qingluan, the number one beauty in Yunzhou was rejected by a man!
Zhao Qingluan swears that since she was a child, this is definitely the first man who rejected her, so that she panicked and awkwardly said even more stupid words:
"You...you actually rejected me?"

A sneer flashed across Ye Xuan's eyes: "Why can't I refuse you, because you are beautiful?"

"Sorry to disappoint you, I have seen too many women who are prettier than you."

"There are many more beautiful women than you who still love me to the death."

"In terms of appearance, you are just the bottom among them."

Just three sentences almost drove Zhao Qingluan mad.

(End of this chapter)