Female President's Family Physician

"Magic? Are you questioning my level?"

"Then do you want to try again?"

Ye Xiaofei blew off the mosquitoes on the tip of the knife, playing with the flying knife.

The thin man opened his mouth to say something, but the leader stopped him with his hand.

"I don't think so. We can still afford to lose in a small competition."

"That would be the best."

"Whose turn is it next?"

Ye Xiaofei nodded, glanced at the remaining three people, and spoke with a faint smile.

"Let me do it next!"

"I will take the place of the other two. If I lose, the five of us are willing to recognize you as the master, and we will be at your disposal from now on."

The leading man stared at Ye Xiaofei with a solemn expression.

"Big brother!"

"Big brother!"

When the rest of the people heard the words, their expressions changed, and they all said in shock.

"No need to say more!"

The leader waved his hand to stop them from making any noise.

"I know what you're thinking, but the fourth sister and fifth child have already lost."

"Although the second and third children have special skills, you are seriously injured, so it is not suitable for a competition."

The head of the man glanced over the faces of the fourth and fifth, and then settled on the other two.

"I'm sorry! Brother! I've let you down!" the thin man said with guilt on his face.

"You've done your best!"

The leader waved his hands and chuckled: "I know that after going through this encounter, your dispositions have changed, including mine."

"Once upon a time, how high-spirited and high-spirited we were."

"Once upon a time, we had a drink and chatted together and talked about our great wishes."

"Although I have experienced life and death, I have no complaints or regrets, but it's a pity..."

The leading man seemed to recall the past, and when he thought of the current situation, he couldn't help feeling sad.

"If I lose, I, Ke Jinlong, will follow my master to the death."

"As for you, those who want to stay can stay, and those who don't want to stay, I will never force them."

"Big brother!"

"Big brother..."

The rest of the people wanted to say something, but they were stopped by the big man: "You brothers and sisters don't need to say any more."

After finishing the words, he casually picked a leaf from an unknown weed in the cave, then he wiped the leaf clean, put it near his mouth, took a deep breath and started to blow it.

With his blowing, a rhythm came out from the leaf.

"This is? Temperament?"

Ye Xiaofei took a surprised look at the leader.

"It's really surprising!"

"I didn't expect this guy to know the rhythm. It's very difficult now."

From childhood to adulthood, Ye Xiaofei has never been exposed to rhythm.

Seeing that the leading man wanted to compete with him in rhythm, Ye Xiaofei couldn't help showing a bit of bitterness.

"If I had known it would be today, I should have learned this stuff from my grandfather."

Listening to the rhythm, Ye Xiaofei couldn't help but think of the thing that his grandfather used to teach him the rhythm when he was a child.

"Tsk! I'm so confused!"

Thinking of grandpa, Ye Xiaofei's eyes lit up, wishing to slap himself twice.

"Didn't I keep the inheritance that my grandfather gave me in my mind? I'm so helpless, I'm such an idiot!"

Immediately, Ye Xiaofei closed his eyes, restrained his mind, and searched for the inheritance left by his grandfather in his mind.

"Have it!"

After a while, the lead man finished the song, but Ye Xiaofei hadn't opened his eyes yet.

"I wrote a poem, I don't know how you should deal with it?" the leader asked Ye Xiaofei with a smile on his lips.

However, Ye Xiaofei hadn't seen anything for a long time.

"Victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs. If you can't come up with a melody, it's just a loss. It's nothing."

Seeing Ye Xiaofei not moving, the leader thought he was afraid.

Just as the rest of the people relaxed, they thought Ye Xiaofei was going to admit defeat.

Unexpectedly, Ye Xiaofei slowly opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Who said I'm going to lose?"