Rebirth: Degenerate Slave Abuses Tyrant

Luo Wei and Wei Laohan spoke in the house, and the lucky luck was in the middle of the hospital. He is now the eyes of Long Xuan in the side of Luo Wei. What happened to Luo Wei, he will have the first time in his master. Notice to. This time, Rowe wants to see the old man, and he first asked the meaning of his own master, and then let the old man enter the door. It’s just that Fu Yun is embarrassed in the hospital. Let him know what the two people in the house have said, but it’s really hard for him.

"You pay for the money for the children of the old patriarch," Luo Wei sent a few silver tickets to the hands of Wei Laohan, saying: "I am hurting them, their parents, me. Knowing the money can't compensate for anything, just thinking, what you want to do for them."

"Fu Geer," Wei Laohan only felt hot with these silver tickets. "The sons of them don't know that they will not come back in this life. You can collect the money yourself."

"It’s hard to leave," Rowe pushed the old man’s open fingers and said: "They will come back, for me, say sorry to them."

"You and Nan Geer?" Wei Laohan asked: "When can I come back?"

Luo Wei smiled. "When I can come back, I will be back."

"Don't be too long," Wei Laohan said in tears: "I don't have a lot of old age to live, I can't wait too long."

"Well," Rowe helped the old man to stand up and said, "Let's try it, Grandpa, I will send you out."

"Fu Geer, what is your name?" Wei Laohan stood up and asked Luo Weidao: "I don't ask you why the gang called your master, call you Wang Ye, ask you a name?"

"You remember that I called Fu Geer," said Luo Wei's smile, bitter, and defending Laohan: "Xuanzhou is here, there is no competition here. Grandpa is here to enjoy his old age. Outside, the outside things are no longer needed." asked."

"Fu Geer!"

"If possible, I would rather be a brother of my life."

Wei Laohan looked at Luo Wei, and finally did not speak again. Luo Wei took his arm and two people walked out of the main room together.

The afternoon sun was still very bright, and Rovi looked at the sky outside and said to the old man: "Today is a good day."

"Yeah," Wei Laohan met Luo Wei's cold hand, and said to Luo Wei: "When the weather is good, you will come out to bask in the sun, which is good for your body."

"Okay," Rovi smiled and said, "I remembered."

Looking at the smile on Luo Wei's face, Wei Laohan hesitated, or asked Luo Weidao: "Fu Geer, you, don't you hate me?"

"There is a head, the debt has the Lord," Luo Wei whispered to the old man. "This matter has nothing to do with the uncle."

"So you don't blame me?"

It’s strange to blame, Rowe even thought about letting the young and old in Xuanzhou City bury him and defending him, but when others calm down, the hatred fades. He and the defending did not do anything for Xuanzhou people, non-pro-intimate, non-family teacher, Xuanzhou people have any reason to pay for him and defending? Think about it, but he and the defending people who have been tired of this city. "No," Luo Wei shook his old man and shook his head. He said, "You, don't think too much, take care of your body."

"Well," said Rovi's words. The heart of Wei Laohan was not much easier. The old man took Luo Wei's hand and said, "If you and Nan Geer can come back, come back, me. We are still waiting for you here, and the wooden house will no longer be occupied."

Luo Wei nodded, then he remembered the hen he was raised in the backyard, and he said to the old man: "I still have chicken in my yard."

"I will get those chickens back to the city in a moment," Wei Laohan said, "I am raising for you."

"After going out, stop, don't talk to people about my peace," Rowe finally slammed the old man and said: "It's okay to say that we are good."

"Little old people are listening to you," Wei Laohan agreed.

"Send the old man out," said Rovi, who was standing by the little eunuch.

Wei Laohan turned his head and looked at the good fortune. His nose snorted and his face showed a hateful look.

"Is this slave being rude to the uncle?" Luo Wei asked the old man to ask.

Wei Laohan shook his head and confessed to the black thing. He also refused to do it. He said that the master of this slave is not a Fu Ge, and he can only make Fu Ge a dilemma.

"Nothing," Rowe sent the guard to the old man outside the hospital: "I will teach him for a while, Grandpa, don't be angry."

"Fu Geer, you have to be good," Wei Laohan left, and he repeatedly asked Luo Wei to raise his body.

Luo Wei stood at the entrance of the courtyard and smiled and watched the old man go far away. Until Wei Laohan followed the little eunuch, he turned a corner and walked away, and the smile on his face was closed. If there is not any hope to see the defending, he still wants to determine the situation of defending. This body, he really does not care.

The doctor who came to Luo Wei’s medicine came over from the courtyard where Long Xuan lived. He saw Luo Wei standing at the door of the courtyard, and took a few steps and came to salute with Luo Wei.

"Excuse me," Rowe said as he turned and walked into the yard.

The doctor was busy walking behind Luo Wei and asked Luo Wei while walking. "Wang Ye, can you still have pain in the tongue?"

“Fortunately,” Rowe said: “As long as you don’t eat, you won’t hurt.”

"Wang Ye still has to endure for a while," said the doctor. "It is difficult to have a tongue injury. If the prince can talk less in this day, the wound will be better."

Luo Wei knows that the doctor is kind, and the tongue is not easy to be good. It is because the tongue of the person has to move, talk, eat, drink, and inevitably use this tongue. The wound is always active, it is not good. "I just met the guest today," although I know that the doctor is good, but Luo Wei said that he still has resentment. He said to the doctor: "You go to your majesty and say, shut me up, no visitor."

"The lower officials don't dare," Taiji wanted to tell Luo Wei that Long Xuan didn't say that he would not let him talk. But the doctors stayed with Luo Wei for a few days, and he didn't dare to stand in front of Luo Wei. Long Xuan said a few good words.

Rowe went to the front of the fortune and stopped.

Fu Yun knew that he was going to be unlucky, and bowed his head and shouted Luo Wei: "Wang Ye."

"Why should Wei Laojiao yell with you?" Luo Wei asked Fu Yundao.

Fuyun was busy: "Wang Ye, Wei Lao, no, no shouting with the slave."

"That is what I got wrong?"

"No, no."

"That is shouting?"

Fu Yun confessed to nod.

"Dog slaves," Rowe snorted.

"It’s a slave who is arrogant," Fu Yun didn’t want to ask for a bitterness here at Luo Wei. He pleaded guilty when he was busy: "The slaves went to pay guilty to Wei Lao."