king of black mist.

Chapter 67

In order to heal the injury, you need to eat and drink a lot. Where would you think of this situation?
buffet!

The protagonists in various works are highly recommended!
It's cheap, you don't need to order, you don't have to wait, and there are many dishes.

Li Changzhou did not do anything particularly exaggerated.

He ate with the two beautiful girls, kept eating for an hour, then withdrew, and went to another house to continue eating.

The two beautiful girls were full at the first house, and the latter was mainly to cover for him.

A table full of dishes for three people is always more common and hidden than a table full of dishes for one person.

The more troublesome thing is that the three of them are too charming. Although there are no lights or cameras, they look like they are here to shoot a TV series. Guests look this way from time to time, and some people directly take pictures of them from a distance.

Tired of beauty, luck is good, when it's the corner, which is suitable for stealing food, Li Changzhou eats more, and before it's his turn, he eats to the extent that normal people are hungry.

The cafeteria opened half an hour longer than usual on Friday, and by the time it closed at 09:30, Li Changzhou's wound had already healed by half.

"Let me see." Li Qianxia held up his arm, as if holding a piece of lactone tofu, and looked at it carefully.

Yang Qinglan also looked at it from the side.

"Brother, does it hurt?"

"itch."

"I'll scratch it for you." Li Qianxia didn't touch the wound, but scratched lightly at the edge.

Yang Qinglan said with some regret: "I haven't seen the ability to heal wounds yet."

"Go to the hospital and look for it, maybe you can find it." Li Changzhou smiled.

This unintentional sentence aroused Yang Qinglan's reverie.

If Li Qianxia didn't exist, or if Li Qianxia didn't pull Li Changzhou into the game, would he go to various hospitals to find doctors or nurses for his healing instinct?
With his charm, pretending to go to see a doctor can make the female nurses and doctors who see him have a good impression of him once.

Further down. The game has made it very clear that his charisma rating is 'villain boss'.

Back in the yard on Yanhe Road, Li Changzhou didn't dig a hole, took a shower carefully (without touching the wound), and fell asleep as soon as he lay on the bed.

too tired.

Physically tired and mentally exhausted.

On the next Saturday, according to the plan, they were going to continue the game, but he was injured, so they had no choice but to temporarily let the other players go.

Early in the morning, the air was fresh, Li Qianxia and Yang Qinglan went to buy breakfast together.

Li Changzhou sat on the stone bench, staring at the alcohol lamp on the stone table.

The flame on the alcohol lamp is not in the shape of water droplets, but spirals into a mosquito coil.

Charm, communication with nature. Can't figure it out, can't figure it out.

The flame mosquito-repellent incense melted and turned into a giant eagle. It should be a giant eagle, but it could be anything else with wings.

The giant eagle flapped its wings, flew out of the lair of the alcohol lamp, and flew around the green almond tree.

Five or six seconds later, the candle disappeared into the air as if it had melted.

Without spirituality, it is Li Changzhou who controls the flapping of the wings, and Li Changzhou controls the flying. There is no necessary relationship between wings and flight.

He picked up the lighter and relit the alcohol lamp.

Then stretch out the right index finger and put it on the fire.

pain.

Sunburn.

A powerful force emerged from his body. This force made him howl crazily, make him dance, distort his facial features, and make him want to smash his index finger off.

Li Changzhou closed his eyes, his will was like a mountain of five fingers, suppressing this ape-like powerful and tossing power, he felt the power and characteristics of the flame.

Twenty seconds later, the ape roared angrily, broke through the Wuzhi Mountain and jumped out, and he took the index finger away.

"Hiss—" He gritted his teeth and sucked in air, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

The wound was blood red, like a skinned rabbit.

The edge is a little black again, and the oil is about to come out, and the skin will fall off when touched.

He allowed the severe pain to spread across his body, hammering his will one after another.

In the terrible pain, there is always a powerful force.

Li Changzhou recalled the shape of the flame, the temperature of the flame, the tactile sensation of the flame licking his fingers, and the process of this tactile sensation spreading throughout his body.

Just when he was enduring the pain and was about to enter "concentration", Li Qianxia and Yang Qinglan came back, spending less time than usual, but buying much more than usual.

"Brother, hurry up and eat, I bought you twenty baskets of big steamed buns! There are meat, vegetables, vermicelli, pickled vegetables, tofu, shredded radish, all of them!"

"Okay, the quality is comparable to instant noodles Man Han Banquet." Li Changzhou opened his eyes and said with a smile.

There are so many steamed stuffed buns piled up on the stone table.

Li Changzhou stretched out his right hand, picked up one with his thumb and middle finger, took a big bite, and it was a vermicelli bag.

"What happened to your finger?" Yang Qinglan noticed his raised index finger.

"I was practicing flame waves just now, and I accidentally burned it."

"It's burnt? Let me see!" Li Qianxia quickly put down the work of arranging the plates, and grabbed his right hand, "Why did it burn like this! Does it hurt?!"

Li Changzhou had no choice but to say, "You're worried about me here, why not let me go and let me eat two more bites of steamed stuffed buns, maybe the injury has already healed."

Li Qianxia snorted and threw away his arm.

Yang Qinglan showed a thoughtful expression.

"It's from Xuecai, I want to eat Xuecai buns, find them for me." Li Changzhou ate the vermicelli buns in two bites, and directed the two maids.

After breakfast, I ate twenty steamed buns. The injury on my fingers healed, and the gap on my left arm was half healed.

The arm injury was not healed, Li Changzhou did not dare to use force for fear of bleeding.

He sat on the stone bench all day long, recalling the experience of burning his fingers by the flames, and entered "concentration" intermittently several times.

Li Qianxia was in the yard, practiced guns for a while, turned into an owl for a while, flew around the apricot tree, landed on the roof, stood on the branch of the apricot tree, looked at Li Changzhou with black pupils with gold rims, imitating the look of an owl .

After eating a huge amount of lunch and dinner, Li Changzhou's left arm is almost healed.

He moved his left arm and punched the gravel-filled shield target with his fist.

puff.

Many gravels in the hit area turned into powder, and the gravels in the shield target sank, leaving a space of two centimeters above.

"Brother, teach me Niu Niu Quan tomorrow!" Li Qianxia was originally concerned about his arm, but after seeing it, she immediately changed her mind.

"Okay."

Li Qianxia looked forward to it.

She asked Yang Qinglan again: "Are you still going today?"

"I won't go." Yang Qinglan opened his eyes, "It only takes two or three days to learn my thorns. When I learn it, I will go. Your brother's flame wave may also make progress. You also need to learn Niubiquan."

"It's the Great Bull Demon Fist, the fist technique of the Great Bull Demon King."

It's "Buffalo Style · Strong Bull Fist", they all said it wrong, and it was all on purpose.

"It's so hot." Li Qianxia wiped off her sweat, "It's time, let's rest, shall we take a bath together?"

"En." Yang Qinglan stood up, spread her arms, and stretched her waist. The soft top stretched out the outline of her chest.

"Can I do it too?" Li Changzhou asked.

"Impossible." Yang Qinglan put down her hands, unquestionable in her indifference.

"Miss Yang, didn't you say it yourself, if you want to accomplish something, you have to be a little dazed."

"Mr. Li, please use this bit of daze for business. Let's go, Qianxia."

"Qing Lan, my brother is not playing hooligans. It is a man's nature to like to joke around with girls. My brother has never said that he wants to take a bath with me."

".I can feel your good intentions."

(End of this chapter)