My ability is the original god, please enlighten me!

The card in her hand disappeared, and the beautiful sister Yu felt the calm atmosphere in the ward, smiled, and gradually disappeared in the air.

In the dim corridor, there was only a faint, somewhat uncertain whisper left in the end:

"Fox, you should be able to compete with vampires, right?"

Chapter 122 Zheng Wu: Although I am very talented, but...

The next day, eight in the morning.

The beautiful sun rises in the morning as usual, and the golden sunlight shines on all things on the earth, bringing the heat of summer and the faint chirping of cicadas, scorching the street mercilessly, haha, the hurried pedestrians who get up early to work, bring them today The first ray of sweat from hard work.

In an advanced ward of a luxury hospital, scorching sunlight penetrates through the delicate glass windows and shines on a sleepy person.

As if wanting to wake him up from the shameless dream, the fiery red sun baked his toes exposed under the blanket without hesitation, with a hatred of iron and steel, the heat gradually heated up, wanting to punish him. At eight o'clock in the morning, there is such a wonderful young man who has not yet woken up to fight.

At this moment, the young man seemed to feel something, his brows were tightly frowned, and a slight voice came out of his mouth:

"Chris, I can't do it anymore, don't step on it..."

"At least put on stockings...I'm afraid you have athlete's foot...."

"Easy... ah~~"

Zheng Wu in his sleep seemed to be having some kind of nightmare, and his painful face was intertwined with tension and anticipation, as if he was facing something unsightly but exciting, his body trembling crazily.

"Just as the sun breaks through the night, and the dawn creeps across the sky—"

"F*ck!!!" Zheng Wu woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

After recovering, Zheng Wu found him in the ward, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He had just dreamed of something unbelievable, and he was brutally abused by Chris, almost suffocating to death.

It was a horrible nightmare, and it was so painful.

Looking at the cell phone ringing by the table, Zheng Wu, with a bit of aftertaste on his face, suddenly remembered that he forgot to set the alarm clock last night, it should be someone calling him.

Zheng Wu hurriedly took it over to look at it, and found that it was Wei Jingsi.

"Hey?"

"Brother Wu, are you okay? I heard that you are hospitalized?" Wei Jingsi's worried voice came from the phone.

Zheng Wu was taken aback for a moment, then he reacted instantly, and dealt with it with a haha:

"Ah, I'm fine. I'll be discharged from the hospital today, with minor injuries."

"Brother Wu, did you fight with others? You used to do this often, sending others to the hospital with yourself at every turn..."

Wei Jingsi breathed a sigh of relief, and asked jokingly, "If you really got into a fight, remember to call me. I'm no different than junior high school now. I've exercised my body in the past few years."

"No, that's the black history of junior high school. I have completely transformed into a three-good student. Fighting with others and being hospitalized, how could it happen in college? It's not a campus hot-blooded novel." Zheng Wu was a little speechless:

"And I always feel that Jingsi, you became violent when you went to college, how did that slender body exert such great strength..."

Zheng Wu still remembers that before he became a participant, when he met Wei Jingsi again in college, he took out a frontless iron sword that was a one-to-one replica of an ancient weapon in the dormitory, the kind weighing more than ten kilograms, and danced it for him. With a set of smooth sword moves, the awe-inspiring gale whizzed and pierced the ears, and the cold light loomed in the deadly moves, which made Zheng Wu break out in cold sweat.

After the demonstration, he didn't sweat much, and his beautiful face showed an excited expression. Like a child full of expectations, he told Zheng Wu the sword skills he had been thinking about for more than three years, and what else would he say? Compete with Zheng Wu's Xia Ji Eight Cuts...

Of course he refused, because he felt that he couldn't beat it.

Damn, are all slender and beautiful boys so scary?

Zheng Wu said that if he was exceptionally talented, Wei Jingsi would be unparalleled in the world.

In junior high school, the gentle prince who loved to collect metal swords was so violent in the mainland, and wanted to fight with him all day long. The group of "His Royal Highness Prince Wei Jingsi's Support Group" would cry if they found out.

No, it should be screaming with excitement. After all, Wei Jingsi's fans are more brain-damaged than I imagined.

"I don't know about that either..." Wei Jingsi smiled wryly: "My muscles have been exercised, but it may be due to heredity. Overall, I still look a bit thin and have no deterrent effect."

"Brother Wu, it's our turn to teach on duty this weekend. If you have something to do, I can ask someone else to replace it for you." Wei Jingsi said thoughtfully: "Aren't you busy with your part-time job recently? Department meetings are skipped Several times."

"Should be free." Zheng Wu thought for a while, and responded directly: "I just didn't have to work part-time that night, and I would still go to the club on duty. After all, I have to be worthy of the status of the deputy head of the harmonica club."

"It's Jingsi you. I remember it's your turn to give a lecture this time. Are you sure? How about I come?"

One thing Zheng Wu remembered was that Wei Jingsi didn't seem to be interested in the harmonica. He only came here after hearing that Zheng Wu had joined and wanted to talk with his friends from junior high school and experience community life by the way.

"It's fine if I come, Brother Wu, you give the lecture every time, so it's my turn." Wei Jingsi refused, "Recently, I have a little time to practice the harmonica, so there shouldn't be any mistakes. .”

"That's fine." Zheng Wu said with certainty: "Anyway, your lectures must be more popular than mine."

"Brother Wu, I think your speech is very good..." Wei Jingsi, who was not conscious of himself, was a little puzzled: "This is the first time I give a lecture, so it is impossible for me to compare with you..."

"No, it's not about the quality of lectures." Zheng Wu said seriously, "It's about another dimension."

"I..."

"That's it, hang up first, I have to go through the discharge procedures, see you then." Zheng Wu didn't wait for Wei Jingsi to answer, and hung up directly.

There is a younger brother who is not self-aware and really doesn't know what to say.

"By the way, why did I wake up so late today?" Zheng Wu glanced at the time displayed on the phone, and couldn't help wondering: "My body clock usually wakes up at six o'clock, and I didn't stay up for a long time last night."

"Could it be that the bed is too comfortable?" Zheng Wu glanced at the soft blanket under his body, his eyes suddenly revealed: "It is said that a comfortable environment leads to depravity, but the ancients did not deceive me, they actually slept for more than eight hours in one sleep. ..”

"Forget it, anyway, I slept very comfortably, and I feel like I have entered an ultra-deep sleep."

Zheng Wu felt that his mental power had fully recovered, so strong that it was like a new engine that had been replaced with oiled gears, surging surgingly, and he couldn't help nodding in satisfaction: "Actually, after the body recovered last night, it still I had a little headache, but I'm fine now."

"Okay, you can stay up all night tonight!"

Zheng Wu, who was swiping his phone, happened to see Yang Xiaoya send a message, telling Zheng Wu that the original door of the house he rented was broken, and a new door was replaced for him, and the key was with the landlord.

"It's free to change the door..." Zheng Wu looked at the phone and complained. After finding that there was no other information, he walked out of the ward and went to go through the discharge procedures.

.....

"Is your injury all healed?"

In the procedure hall of the hospital, Su Yurou, who was just about to go out, saw Zheng Wu, and her eyes were a little surprised: "At first I thought you would need to lie down for more than a week, after all, the flesh and blood on your chest haven't grown well yet, and if you move casually, it will burst open and bleed. The mental power in my mind is also exhausted like a cracked pool, if I don't take a good rest, my soul will even have sequelae..."

"I have healing-related skills, so this injury is nothing." Zheng Wu scratched his head with a pile of bills and said with a smile: "It is also thanks to you, who helped me through the most difficult period, such a serious one. Penetrating injuries are difficult to treat."

Su Yurou thought for a while, and directly admitted: "The difficulty of treatment is not too difficult. After all, your main organs have not been completely destroyed, and the penetrating wound also avoids the heart. With the healing potion given by Sister Xiaoya, and A little healing that the system compensates when exiting the copy, and I can use a special energy to stimulate and accelerate your cell regeneration, and activate the cells in your wound..."

Zheng Wu listened to Su Yurou's explanation, the more he listened, the stronger his sense of sight became, and then he had a flash of inspiration, and couldn't help blurting out: "This ability seems to be a bit similar to the principle of the Palm Immortal Art in Naruto..."

"It's the Palm Immortal Art from Naruto..." Su Yurou looked at Zheng Wu strangely, "Didn't Xiaoya tell you that my ability comes from Tsunade from Naruto?"

"Tsunade..." Zheng Wu subconsciously moved his eyes downward, as if he wanted to measure a certain part, but then he reacted suddenly and stopped with great willpower.

Zheng Wu, who had strengthened his mental strength, immediately searched in his mind for the broad mind of the other party when they met for the first time, and nodded in agreement: "It really matches your ability incomparably, the angel in white in my heart should be like you, with me The vision in my heart is exactly the same.”

"Heh, let's say such glib words to Sister Xiaoya, her jealousy is actually quite strong." Su Yurou smiled:

"Since your injury is healed, then I won't stop you from being discharged from the hospital. I saw that Sister Xiaoya was quite happy yesterday. I just pretended I didn't see the scratches on the floor yesterday."

"But if you dare to make sister Xiaoya sad in the future, I will get it back together with the treatment fee and compensation."

After finishing speaking, Su Yurou didn't wait for his response, and walked away with her tall and long legs with crisp and neat steps, leaving behind a perfect curvy back of Yujie.

"Phew, the aura is a bit strong, and it feels a bit like the aura of a domineering president like Li Hongxia." Zheng Wu breathed a sigh of relief. The conversation with the other party just now felt like a conversation with the president of a big company, which made him a little restrained: "But if it is With Tsunade's ability, the combat ability should not be weak, I can't even tell her level..."

"At least level C or above..." Zheng Wu looked at the system showing no response just now, and immediately had a certain assessment of the opponent's strength in his heart.

Before Zheng Wu and Boss Hua Yunyang talked, if the combat power level of a participant is lower than his own, then the system can directly display the other party's combat power level and some basic information, such as the time when he became a participant, even if the other party The same goes for setting information hiding.

This is also one of the privileges of senior participants.

So judging from the fact that the system didn't show anything just now, the opponent should have set up hidden information, and the combat power level is at least C level.

And there is one thing to say, since Zheng Wu has this function, he has never shown it. On the one hand, most of the participants will hide information in reality, and the information will be revealed in the dungeon as a deterrent.

"Since my debut, I have never met a participant with a lower level than me!!"

Zheng Wu recalled all the recent experiences, and the grievance in his heart was beyond words: "There are big bosses around, and Mengxin is trembling."

While complaining about all the heartaches he experienced from being bombed by big bosses since he became a participant, while going through the procedures of being discharged from the hospital, he occasionally encountered a long queue. Zheng Wu could only relieve his loneliness by playing with his mobile phone. Time unconsciously In the past, it will soon be afternoon.

"It's finally finished." Zheng Wu looked at the long bill in his hand, and Yang Xiaoya paid for the huge amount, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Is this the feeling of being taken care of by a rich woman? No wonder there are so many people. I would rather bear the torment of the rich woman's steel wool ball, the rich woman's golden cudgel, the rich woman's flame mountain, and the rich woman's closed moon fan in silence, because it turns out that it is for the happiness after the pain."

"I have to go back to see Chris..." Zheng Wu walked out of the hospital, suddenly thought of Chris at home, and quickly sent a message to Chris on his mobile phone, saying that he would go back later.

1 minutes.

5 minutes.

10 minutes.

"Um, doesn't Chris look at her phone..." Zheng Wu wondered, "I didn't reply to a single message I sent after waking up yesterday. Is it because I haven't looked at my phone all day?"

"Or, what happened to her in the past few days and needs to be dealt with?"

Standing on the street, Zheng Wu looked at Chris who ignored him, thinking of the dream this morning, he couldn't help shivering.

He suddenly remembered one thing, that is, before he entered the dungeon, Chris had specifically told him not to go to the core area.

But not only did he go, he almost killed himself, asked Chris to hang his life for him, and also attracted people who came to the strategy bureau, and in the end he didn't cook for her for three or four days, leaving her alone at home .

Thinking of this, a little panic appeared on Zheng Wu's face.

I won't go back and face the "painful" punishment that people can't resist like in a dream...

That would be too shameful and must be avoided!

Zheng Wu's eyes suddenly showed not so firm determination, wanting to prevent the dream from becoming reality.

Open the map of wickedness, search for the best cake shop nearby, and buy a fresh fish when you go back.

On licking.. On repairing the relationship with children, he is a professional!

Zheng Wu glanced at his wallet budget, made preparations silently, and then set foot on the way home.

......

Going around, in the intricate subway routes of Qingshan City, when the evening approached, Zheng Wu finally got everything ready.

After taking the key from the landlord, Zheng Wu slowly walked up the stairs of the apartment with a high-grade Kritis fruit and strawberry cake in his left hand and a fresh, lively and plump black fish that had just been slaughtered in his right hand.

Standing in front of the house, Zheng Wu looked at the brand new door, was about to put down his things, and when he took out the key——

The door opened automatically.

Zheng Wu was a little surprised that Chris actually opened the door for him?

However, when Zheng Wu opened the door, he saw that there was no one behind the door, only a flash of bright red.

Chris won't be really angry...

With such thoughts flashing through his mind, Zheng Wu took a deep breath, carrying a bunch of flattering gifts, and resolutely walked into the house!

In the dark evening, the setting sun silently projects through the whirring door curtain like blood in the dark living room, adding a touch of deep depression.

As soon as Zheng Wu stepped into the living room, an extremely sweet voice sounded in his ears:

"Are you finally willing to go home?"

Zheng Wu couldn't help shaking his body, turned his head to look a little scared, and a familiar figure appeared in his eyes.

On the sofa, Chris was reclining like a queen, resting her chin in one hand, shaking the remaining bright red liquid in the goblet with the other, her calves wrapped in black silk overlapped and turned up, her bright red pupils gleamed in the dark living room The black Gothic Lolita dress with a deep and mysterious feeling is gorgeous and exquisite.

The soft long pink hair hangs loose, and the delicate black skirt outlines the petite and perfect figure of its owner, accompanied by the snow-white shoulders exposed in the air on the Gothic skirt, and the delicate little face with a mature and indifferent atmosphere, exudes a【>

At this moment, she, who was as proud as a queen, had a bloody sneer at the corner of her mouth.

"Who is that fox?"

Chapter 123 The Two People Confronting in the Mirror

"fox?"

Zheng Wu, who was a little scared by Chris's intimidating manner, was suddenly startled by what she said, and suddenly reacted: "Her name is Yang Xiaoya, and she is a member of the Huaxia government."

Seeing the sneer at the corner of Chris's mouth, Zheng Wu quickly explained: "She broke into our house before because she wanted to help me heal my injuries. If you were by my side at that time, Chris, you should be able to know that I was seriously injured. hurt."

"So who is she to you? Why did she forcefully open the door of my house to find you with tears on her face as soon as she exited the dungeon?"

The overlapping black silk calf shook, and Chris's tone became extremely cold: "It's still a vixen, and I can smell the smell on it several kilometers away."