Reborn Dijiao

Chapter 203 Returning Again (7)
He asked puzzledly: "Young master, who were you just now?"

Jiang Shuo didn't answer, and said to himself: "I don't know why, but my ability has no effect on her."

"Her?" Huo Zhong also felt unbelievable: "The young master is talking about Miss Ye?"

A long and decadent sigh came, Jiang Shuo covered the wound on his abdomen with one hand, covered his eyes with the back of his hand with the other, pursed his thin lips into a straight line, and did not speak again.

"Yo."

A touch of snow-white clothes swept over the threshold, and a man wearing a curtained bamboo hat and a moonlight gauze robe strode in.

"Pavilion Master, is this sick?"

A voice as clear and melodious as a clear spring in early winter resounded in the room.

Jiang Shuo's face was slightly stagnant, and he lowered his hand that covered his eyes, revealing a pair of gloomy eyes full of vigilance.

He sat up slowly, his expression became playful again, but it was a little more obvious than before.

Jiang Shuo raised his dark red eyes, looked at the man in front of him who was wrapped tightly in a white hat, and grinned ironically, "What kind of wind brought the famous magical hand to my little broken house?" ?”

Mo Wenzhi chuckled twice, walked to the Linglong chessboard and sat on the ground very consciously.

He glanced at the blood-stained gauze on the couch, and then looked at the black hole in Jiang Shuo's abdomen that was still bleeding, "So you're not afraid of death?"

"I'm going to die long ago." Jiang Shuo smiled nonchalantly.

"It's you," Jiang Shuo said with his deep eyes fixed on Mo Wenzhi's bamboo hat covering his face, "How many faces do you have? Is it an immortal old man, or a suave and handsome boy? It's really hard for me to think about it." Unclear."

The vulgar and despicable words did not anger Mo Wenzhi, but made him laugh lowly.

Mo Wenzhi raised his lips and said sarcastically, "Who is more like a boy, the Pavilion Master knows exactly who."

Jiang Shuo raised his brows lightly, he didn't want to sneer at him anymore: "Don't be like Huo Zhong who speaks in a weird way."

Huo Zhong frowned quietly beside him.

Mo Wenzhi said indifferently: "Isn't it because you were yin and yang first?"

"." Jiang Shuo knew that he was wrong, and suddenly changed his face, sat up straight, stepped on the jade table with one long leg, and put his arms loosely on his knees, getting very close to Mo Wenzhi.

"I happened to have something to do with you," Jiang Shuo said seriously, "Can you make another medicine from that medicine?"

The face behind the bamboo hat seemed to have cooled down, and there was a deep chill through the thin curtain.

"So you still care about your father." Mo Wenzhi couldn't help but taunted him again: "The master of the pavilion is really a big hand, there are thousands of rare herbs and the medicine made from the blood of the royal virgin. Just send it."

The more he spoke, the more resentful he became, as if his father was teaching his ineffective son: "Do you know how hard it is to find those herbs? Do you know how hard it is to get those few drops of blood?"

"Why don't you think about how hard-earned this medicine is when you give it to others like jelly beans?" Mo Wen slapped one of them on the chessboard with great force, shaking many black and white chess pieces away, and his gentle voice was stained. Anger: "How do you have the face to ask if you can refine another one? You just drove me to death!"

Huo Zhong stood by and looked at Mo Wenzhi who suddenly turned angry and couldn't help shivering.

Mo Wenzhi used to be the pharmacist of the old Patriarch, and later followed Jiang Shuo to Chuyi and became his pharmacist.

This person is gentle and polite, and he seldom loses his temper like today.

But he was a weirdo.

He wears a veiled hat all the year round, never revealing his true face, his voice is sometimes old and hoarse, like a centenarian, sometimes deep and deep, like a middle-aged man, sometimes gentle and clear, like a handsome young man, sometimes still young Immature, like a young child.

No one knows its exact age and what kind of appearance it is.

It was probably such an unpredictable person that made Jiang Shuo, who had a violent temper, tolerate him everywhere, but not as much as he tolerated that little girl named Ye Yin.

If Jiang Shuo could describe Mo Wenzhi as tolerant in every way, then he would be tolerant of Ye Yin in every possible way.

Because Jiang Shuo tolerated Mo Wenzhi, but as long as Mo Wenzhi really annoyed him one day, he would really kill Mo Wenzhi, unlike Ye Yin, even if he stepped on him, he would kill Mo Wenzhi. Will not really take others how.

After all, their young master's obsession with that person is too deep.

As for Mo Wenzhi's words, apart from being mysterious and unfathomable, Mingzhao, a pharmacist with his qualifications, caught a lot of them.

So Huo Zhong was terrified that he would be split in half by Jiang Shuo with Shen Mu in a second.

After all, Mo Wenzhi was still a member of the old Patriarch, if he was really killed by the young master, how would he explain to the old Patriarch when he went back.

Fortunately, Jiang Shuo was not angry, he just raised his eyelids and said softly, "Is it over?"

It seems that the words of those teachings come in from the left ear and come out from the right ear.

"So can I practice again?" He asked.

"can."

Mo Wenzhi said coldly: "But this time, no one will help you go to that vicious place to pick the mourning soul flower."

Hearing this, Jiang Shuo raised his head abruptly, his lazy expression suddenly changed, and his deep eyes were frighteningly scarlet.

"You know what you're talking about?"

The veins on Jiang Shuo's forehead bulged, and the black jade chess piece he was playing with just now was smashed to pieces at his fingertips. His eyes became more sinister and fierce, revealing murderous intent, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Do you want to die?"

Huo Zhong was terrified, but he didn't dare to stop him.

It was because Mo Wenzhi had touched Jiang Shuo's most taboo topic.

Sorrow flower--
Jiang Shuo's mother died in Huangquan many years ago for picking the mourning soul flower.

Mo Wenzhi was not afraid at all, behind the curtain was a pair of black and white distinct eyes like a falcon, as if trying to nail him through: "Why, can't tell?"

Huo Zhong complained endlessly in his heart, thinking that Mo Wenzhi was really too life-threatening, and wished he could rush up and sew his mouth shut, telling him to stop talking.

If Jiang Shuo was really angered, let alone Mo Wenzhi, even Huo Zhong could not escape death.

Jiang Shuo was indeed irritated by him, he quickly raised his arms, and strangled Mo Wenzhi's neck with precision, his eyes glaring at him were as cold as ice.

Mo Wenzhi still didn't take it seriously, and laughed a few times, "Kill me, and you will never want to know what she said before she died."

Jiang Shuo's expression turned even worse.He let go of his hand, and said darkly: "You can only rely on this to survive under the hands of the young master."

He said viciously: "When the young master finds out the truth, you will be the first to kill him, don't ask him."

In return for the dangerous warning, Mo Wenzhi laughed.

"Young Master." Mo Wenzhi suddenly called him playfully and respectfully, and said sarcastically, "The villain is waiting for your Shen Mu to be placed on the neck of the villain."

After finishing speaking, Mo Wenzhi calmly tidied up the abrupt folds on the robe, flicked the sleeves, and walked out the door in a very unrestrained way under Jiang Shuo's eyes.

When crossing the threshold, I did not forget to add a sentence: "Obey, find all the ingredients, and I will refine the medicine for you."

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(End of this chapter)