Genius playboy

One hour……

two hours...

Three hours……

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The hot water in the bathtub has already cooled down.

Jiang Feng was lying in the bathtub, motionless, breathing in and out, and with every exhalation and inhalation, his chest was throbbing like thunder.

In this way, about four hours passed before the drumming sound slowly disappeared, and Jiang Feng's eyes slowly opened at this moment.The slightly blood-colored pupils looked exhausted and exhausted.

"It took nearly four hours to forcefully wipe away the sword energy that had been swallowed into his body." Jiang Feng whispered to himself with a wry smile.

Jiang Feng was injured, and it was one thing to suffer internal injuries in the fight with Fang Mailong, but the most severe trauma was the trauma caused by the sword's backlash.

Such trauma was deeply imprinted in every drop of Jiang Feng's blood. Even with the help of the four heavenly seals, Jiang Feng could barely erase it.

This is because he failed to fight Fang Mailong with the Qiushui sword with [-]% sword intent, otherwise the injury would have been several times more serious than it is now.

But even so, Jiang Feng was deeply terrified, and he knew very well that if the mysterious old man hadn't appeared, he would have been by no means lucky.

"What a strong sword." Instead, Jiang Feng said slowly.

Jiang Feng has always known that there is a great potential to be tapped in the sword of Qiushui, but when he got the sword of Qiushui, his cultivation base was still shallow and his understanding was not complete.

Now, after breaking through the foundation building and using Qiushui's sword forcibly beyond the limit, Jiang Feng had a complete understanding of the vastness of this sword.

"The sword of Qiushui has ten percent of the sword intent. With my cultivation in the early stage of foundation establishment, it is absolutely difficult to control ninety percent of the sword intent. Even if I break through to the middle stage of foundation establishment, it is difficult to exert the essence of ninety percent of the sword intent." Jiang Feng thought to himself pay.

It's not that he underestimates himself, but that the spiritual will and the rules of the way of the sword engraved on this sword are far beyond the limits of what he can control at this time.

Moreover, [-]% of the sword intent is not a complete Qiushui sword. Jiang Feng knows that it is impossible to reach [-]% of the sword intent and perfect the sword during the foundation building period.However, even if it was impossible, in Jiang Feng's heart, he was looking forward to that day.

After pondering for a while, Jiang Feng exhaled a few more foul breaths, and then slowly got up from the bathtub.

Jiang Feng randomly wrapped a clean towel around his body, and walked out of the bathroom. To Jiang Feng's surprise, Zhao Wuxia did not sleep.

Jiang Feng looked up and saw that the hands of the wall clock on the wall pointed to three o'clock in the morning. Zhao Wuxia was still awake, sitting at the table with his chin propped on one hand, nodding his little head from time to time, looking quite cute.

Jiang Feng smiled and didn't bother him. He turned around and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. He was injured, and the healing process consumed a lot of energy. He was already hungry and needed to replenish some energy as soon as possible.

The sound of footsteps woke up Zhao Wuxia. Zhao Wuxia opened his eyes and exclaimed a little when he saw Jiang Feng wrapped in a bath towel.

"I'm going to change clothes." Jiang Feng said quickly.

Zhao Wuxia was startled, which made Jiang Feng feel a little inappropriate. He grabbed his clothes and went to the room to change. When Jiang Feng came out after changing his clothes, he found that Zhao Wuxia had gone to the kitchen and was boiling water to prepare noodles.

Jiang Feng's heart warmed slightly. Zhao Wuxia didn't talk much, but he did better than anyone else in terms of details. He obviously saw him go to the kitchen and knew he was hungry, so he prepared something for him without saying a word.

"Master, I didn't know you would come over tonight. There is nothing in the refrigerator, only a few eggs and noodles." Zhao Wuxia said apologetically.

"Put more noodles, um, you can eat some too." Jiang Feng smiled.

In about ten minutes, the noodles were cooked. One big bowl and one small bowl were placed in front of Jiang Feng. The portion was definitely enough for three adults.

Jiang Feng looked at it with a wry smile. He said he wanted Zhao Wuxia to cook more, but he didn't expect Zhao Wuxia to cook so much more. It's just that Zhao Wuxia's cooking skills are very good. There is a big bowl of noodles, the soup is thick and white, and the noodles are scattered one by one. Open, the fragrance is overflowing, people smell the smell, but they can't help their appetite.

Jiang Feng picked up the chopsticks and started to eat like a storm. The warm noodles slid down his throat, entered the stomach, was quickly absorbed, and turned into energy to supplement Jiang Feng's body needs.

Jiang Feng finished eating a large bowl of noodles in less than 5 minutes, even the soup, and Zhao Wuxia had a small bowl of pitiful noodles, but he only ate it for two hours. Three mouthfuls.

"Master, I'll cook some more for you." Seeing this, Zhao Wuxia said.

Jiang Feng went to the kitchen to find something to eat in the middle of the night. Zhao Wuxia knew that Jiang Feng must be hungry, so he boiled water and boiled noodles while Jiang Feng was changing clothes.

Jiang Feng asked her to cook more, Zhao Wuxia thought that Jiang Feng must be starving, and because he accidentally saw Jiang Feng in the bathroom with the door open just now, he was a little bit in a trance, accidentally, his face was too much some.

Zhao Wuxia thought that Jiang Feng would not be able to finish eating, but he didn't expect Jiang Feng to eat it up so quickly, as if he had been hungry for several days, so he proposed to cook some more.

"I'm full, I don't need you to cook, you eat first, go to bed after eating." Jiang Feng stopped Zhao Wuxia and said.

Zhao Wuxia should have lived in Jiang's house, but Jiang Feng didn't ask why he appeared here, because he vaguely realized that it must be related to him.

Zhao Wuxia's appetite was very small, and he couldn't eat half of a small bowl of noodles. He packed up the dishes and sent them to the kitchen, and then went to the bedroom to rest.

Zhao Wuxia said very little, Jiang Feng watched Zhao Wuxia's movement of closing the door, sighed softly, then shook his head, abandoning those messy thoughts, Jiang Feng went to another bedroom.

The erasure of the sword intent that had been bitten into the body was only the beginning of healing, and the reason why Jiang Feng tried his best to erase the wound of the sword intent from the beginning was because if it was not erased in time, it would be a huge challenge for his recovery. obstacles.

The injury left by the fight with Fang Mailong was still serious. After eating to replenish his energy, Jiang Feng continued to choose to heal his injury.

One night passed quietly, and early in the morning of the next day, Jiang Feng heard movement outside, the sound of brushing in the yard, it was Zhao Wuxia cleaning the fallen leaves in the yard.

After cleaning up, Zhao Wuxia checked the time, took the keys and drove to the supermarket. There was nothing in the refrigerator, so Zhao Wuxia had to buy some food before Jiang Feng got up.

Moreover, seeing that Jiang Feng was seriously injured, Zhao Wuxia decided to buy something to replenish his blood and come back to make soup for Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng heard the sound of the engine, and then the sound faded away. He exhaled a foul breath and got up from the bed.

In one night, he seemed to be more energetic, which was naturally due to the four heavenly seals in his dantian, otherwise Jiang Feng would never have recovered to such a level in such a short period of time.

When Jiang Feng went out, he saw that the fallen leaves in the yard were swept clean, the air was very fresh, and it smelled refreshing.

"At my current speed, it will take at least half a month for the injury to heal." Jiang Feng looked up at the slightly gray sky, and whispered to himself.

This speed of recovery may be considered very fast for ordinary people, but Jiang Feng was not satisfied.

Half a month is too long, and within this half month, no one can guarantee whether there will be an accident. Moreover, according to the mysterious old man, he will look for him after his injury recovers.

Jiang Feng didn't think about how the old man found him. Judging from the scene where the old man asked Zhu Tianji to give in with a few words, his identity must be very amazing. It would not be difficult to find him.

"Half a month is too long, a week at most, and he must recover within a week." Jiang Feng said secretly in his heart.

Zhao Wuxia came back from buying vegetables in the supermarket, saw Jiang Feng standing in the yard, and said embarrassedly, "Master, did I disturb you?"

"No." Jiang Feng looked at the two large plastic bags in Zhao Wuxia's hands, stepped forward, and held the two bags in his hands.

"You slept very late last night, you should sleep a little longer in the morning," Jiang Feng said.

"I'm used to it." Zhao Wuxia said softly.

She worked very hard, harder than anyone else. Her humble background destined her to work ten times or even a hundred times harder than ordinary people. She never felt inferior, but she knew what hard work meant to her.

She has not graduated yet, and she is taking care of both her studies and the company's affairs. The company's performance has been doubling, and she has not given up on her studies. She holds a national-level scholarship every year.

To be able to achieve such results, it is natural to sacrifice a lot of time. Staying up all night has become commonplace. Although she is tired, she does not find it hard. After all, the Jiang family has provided her with such a good platform. The starting point must be high. With such conditions, it would be hypocritical to complain about suffering and tiredness.

Jiang Feng paused, and from Zhao Wuxia's three simple words, he heard a lot of meanings, and even heard that Zhao Wuxia was carrying a pressure that ordinary people never had to bear.

"You've done a good job." Jiang Feng turned his head and said.

"I hope to do better." Zhao Wuxia smiled slightly.

She didn't say to do the best, because even she herself didn't know what the best was, as long as it was better and better every time, that was enough.

Jiang Feng was taken aback, hesitated for a moment and said, "It seems that I should order you to raise your salary."

Zhao Wuxia giggled, dimpled like a flower, blinked mischievously and said, "I'm taking care of the company's finances, how much do you think I should add to myself?"

"I'll give you the company." Jiang Feng said casually.

Zhao Wuxia was taken aback, her eyes were slightly red, Jiang Feng said it casually, but she could feel the warmth of Jiang Feng's words, letting her know that she was not a transparent existence.

Zhao Wuxia didn't take Jiang Feng's words to heart. In her opinion, Jiang Feng's words were enough, but what she didn't expect was that it didn't take long for a company transfer agreement to be sent to her on the desk.