Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Lin Pingzhi patted Yang Xiao's shoulder.

Yang Xiao was helpless.

He sat cross-legged in front of Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi looked at Wei Yi and smiled.

"Sit down too, and I'll heal you at the same time."

It is convenient and quick to cure one with one hand.

One by one, it is a waste of good time.

Wait, he still has to ram it!

Wei Yi smiled and was stunned.

"Young master, you are joking, come one by one, my cold poison does not happen overnight, don't worry."

That being said.

Actually.

Wei Yixiao didn't believe that Lin Pingzhi could treat two people at the same time.

If the division of internal forces is not handled properly.

But it's easy to get mad.

Yang Xiao was also surprised when he heard the words.

"Young master, don't do that!"

He hastily persuaded.

If Lin Pingzhi becomes obsessed.

Who will deal with these decent sects?

Rely on him Yang Xiao?

That won't work!

It has to be supported by the people of the Qinglong Society.

If Lin Pingzhi went mad, he would be the head of the Azure Dragon Society.

Who will command the members of the Azure Dragon Society?

Lin Pingzhi felt a headache.

These people seem to have never seen the market.

It's not the first time he's done this.

"You guys talk so much nonsense."

Lin Pingzhi complained.

He shot directly.

"Da da!" Twice.

Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao couldn't move.

The acupoints were tapped by Lin Pingzhi.

"Be good and do it well."

Lin Pingzhi helped them sit down.

Ready to start treatment.

Just when he was lucky enough to press his palms on their backs.

The sound of hurried footsteps rang in Lin Pingzhi's ears.

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"Come on! They're here!"

A hasty voice sounded.

Lin Pingzhi stopped circulating his internal energy.

He was not in a hurry to heal Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao.

Instead, he chose to look out and look outside.

I saw five people running towards this side.

Lin Pingzhi's eyes were fixed.

Among the five people who came.

A thin monk, a fat monk, a Taoist, a Confucian scholar, and a reckless man with disheveled hair.

"The ones who come are scattered people."