Supreme Medicinal God

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When leaving the Champs Elysees, Chu Wenzhe kindly asked: "Dr. Ye, why don't we go out and have a supper, how about chatting?"

Ye Feng waved his hand and refused: "Thank you boss Chu, so late, I have to take Feifei back, otherwise Aunt Xue will blame me."

Seeing Ye Feng rejecting his invitation, Chu Wenzhe showed a trace of regret: "Since Dr. Ye is going to send Feifei home early, he will not go to supper, and another day, I let Zixiong arrange for us to have dinner together. "

Listening to Chu Wenzhe mentioning Chu Zixiong, Ye Feng remembered such an important occasion, but did not see Chu Zixiong, Chu's jewelry, except Chu Wenzhe, Chu Zixiong was the master.

"Your nephew didn't come to the reception today?"

Chu Wenzhe's eyes are a bit helpless, this nephew is not easy to manage.

"He told me that his body was a little uncomfortable, and I guess where he had been drinking with Hupeng Gouyou.

Ye Feng smiled and didn't speak. Although Chu Zixiong was clever, he didn't act like Chu Wenzhe's loyalty, even a bit sinister.

Seeing is not saying anything, anyway, I don’t know Chu Zixiong deeply, and there is no need to mention him.

"Mr. Han, boss Chu, goodbye."

At two in the morning, Ye Feng drove the Cadillac and took Liu Feifei and Xiaobai home.

The streets on winter nights are extraordinarily quiet, the roadside green belts are piled with ice and snow, the street lights emit curling lights, and Xiao Xiao trees cast long shadows under the lights.

Sitting on the co-pilot, Liu Feifei was so tired that he fell asleep, with long eyelashes and a white and tender face, who looked like a sleeping fairy in a fairy tale.

Ye Feng couldn't help but touched her ruddy face with her fingers.

The most energetic is Xiao Bai, who is full of food and drink tonight, lying on the wide back seat, staring at the pair of dog eyes, playing with his tail.

When passing by Liu Feifei's villa, Ye Feng noticed that the lights above were basically extinguished. Aunt Xue, who likes to sleep and sleep, must have fallen asleep long ago.

Ye Feng parked the car in the parking space next to the villa door and couldn't bear to wake up Liu Feifei. The ape arm was comfortable, and Liu Feifei was picked up and quietly opened the villa door.

Jumping from the car, Xiaobai happily shook his tail, squeezed to the door, and gently pressed the door with his small head, ready to rush into the room.

Ye Feng smiled: "You shouldn't be a dog, you should be a cow, and you like to use your head to carry things."

As soon as the door opened, Xiaobai flew in like an arrow from the string.

Ye Feng, who had just entered the door, suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood, a smell of human blood, and his heart suddenly became alert.

Xiaobai who rushed into the room first gave a low growl, and his voice kept suppressing between his throats, like a thunderous tumbling, which was Xiaobai's unique warning sound. There was someone in the room.

Putting Liu Feifei on the sofa, Ye Feng rushed to the living room upstairs,

In the living room on the second floor, a big man in black was kneeling down. The man was burly and strong like a bodybuilder, but his face was frightened, his body was stiff, his hands were held high, and he surrendered.

And next to him lay a headless corpse, the head of the corpse rolled far away, splashed with red blood.

Ye Feng noticed that the wounds on the corpse were very neat, and it was clearly caused by the extremely fast beheading of the soldier's blade. The person who killed him must have been a master of swordsmanship, and probably a flying sword.

Very similar to his own flying sword.

Ye Feng frowned slightly, and when Yuyu came to Feijian master again.

Xiaobai was yelling at the man in black kneeling on the ground.

The great man shivered terribly, seeing Ye Feng coming, just like seeing a savior, and immediately yelled: "Brother, help me, I just want to steal something, nothing else, don't kill me."

Ye Feng motioned for Xiaobai to be quiet before Xiaobai stopped barking.

He turned his head disdainfully and ran to its own room to see if the dog food in its bowl was eaten.

Ye Feng sat down on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and looked at the corpse on the floor in doubt, as well as the black man kneeling there.

He asked in a puzzled way: "You thief, it's really weird. You stole something and walked away after stealing. After midnight, what did you mean to kneel here and wait for me? Want to attack me?"

The big man said with a face of grievance, he actually choked: "Brother, don't get me wrong, I dare not wait here to attack you, I dare not move, I move, you let the knife fly to kill me, I am afraid."

Ye Feng was so angry and funny, and he heard like falling into the clouds and fog: "Wait a moment, when will I let the flying knife kill you? This dead man, didn't you kill?"

Ye Feng knew that Dahan had no skill to display the flying sword, Ye Feng asked intentionally.

"Brother, don't joke, this is my friend, my partner, I came with him, how could I kill him, you set him up to kill him."

Ye Feng was even more puzzled: "Organization? What authority did I set up?"

The big man pointed in horror and pointed at the picture of the Nine Swords hanging on the wall. The Nine Swords figure stood endlessly in his hands, overlooking the distant mountains, and his paintings were elegant.

"That's your institution. We saw a white light flying out of the painting, and my companion's head fell off. I knelt here for a long time and didn't dare to move."

Ye Feng just noticed that in the scroll, Gui Wuya's oil-paper umbrella actually opened, revealing a faint murderousness.

Ye Feng suddenly realized that only the powerful flying sword in the nine swords can create such a smooth wound.

It turned out to be Jiu Jiantu. Ye Feng was relieved and thought he was a strong enemy.

He swallowed the clouds with a smile, a ray of thought poured into the nine swords picture.

"Hahaha, Brother Wuya, the little thief in the living room, could it be that brother did?"

"Killing such thieves really pollutes my swordsmanship, but seeing their injustice and stealing my sword figure, I can't just stand by and just subdue them for you."

"Thank you very much for helping me."

"Haha, I can be with you, and I am very happy that I cannot see you being bullied."

After learning the truth, Ye Feng felt that the little thief was rather pitiful and could not steal anything. Instead, he knelt here and knelt for most of the night.

After Ye Feng planned to teach a few words, he enlarged Han to leave.

"How does your kid think of it and ran to me to steal something?"

The big man lowered his eyes: "We see the villa here is extraordinary. The people who live here are either rich or expensive, so they have evil thoughts and want to steal a pen. Seeing that you don't turn on the lights, no one in the house slipped in."

Han's answer sounded no problem, but the moment Han Han dropped his eyes, Ye Feng felt his eyes flutter.

And Ye Feng heard clearly, the big man was calm on the surface, but his heart was beating fast and his breath was short. He was obviously lying. He came here to steal something, which was by no means temporary, but premeditated.

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