One person: After starting with the academic atmosphere, I'll take down Xia He!

Wang Bing was almost torn apart by chariots, but he still survived.

After a helpless sigh, Zhuge Meng released Wang Bing from his restraints, including the sticky mass in his mouth.

Finally, the pit was filled in, and there was no trace left. Consider it a favor to Ma Long!

Of course, Ma Long didn't care at all about being discovered by the Wang family. After all, he had already overturned the table in front of Wang Ai, so what was there to be afraid of?

"Wang Bing, young master, are you feeling better?"

Wang Bing lay on the rough, dry wooden planks, panting heavily. This was the most comfortable moment of his life.

It's more comfortable than lying in any bed I've ever been in.

His throat bobbed, and his jaw opened and closed weakly: "Ugh~ Holy crap~!"

He tried for a long time, but ultimately couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Wang Bing was very distressed and angry, but after being tormented for so long, he could no longer muster any anger.

If he could, he would curse, he would curse loudly!

He wanted to curse those stupid donkeys in the Wang family who had walked back and forth in front of him more than a dozen times without noticing anything.

He wanted to curse the Zhuge family, Zhuge Gong, Zhuge Meng and a group of others, for their incompetence. They had been beaten and knocked unconscious on the territory of the Wuhou faction.

He was then inexplicably buried, and he was extremely dissatisfied with the efficiency and methods of the Zhuge family's rescue.

He also cursed Wang Ai, that old dog, for not bringing him along to the Dragon and Tiger Gathering.

Does he even have that ability? He can brag all the time, but Old Deng actually believed it himself.

Just because someone says he's number one, does that mean he actually considers himself number one?

He also wanted to curse the people of the Salvation Palace, and he was irreconcilably opposed to Malone and his group.

But now, he could only lie on the wooden plank, barely alive, muttering a few curses under his breath.

That's it.

……

The two groups headed in each other's direction and soon met.

Zhuge Meng gave Zhuge Qing a look, indicating that things were going smoothly on her side.

Zhuge Qing narrowed his eyes and did not reply.

Wang Ai felt a mix of emotions as he looked thoughtfully at the clay figure lying on the dilapidated wooden board.

"Is this my grandson?"

Bing'er, is that you?

Did you fall into a mud puddle?

Wang Ai approached and examined it closely, but it didn't seem to be the precious thing she knew.

Wang Ai was certain that Wang Bing was not that tall.

But when he saw the clay figure's face, he fell silent.

Wang Bingzhen looked at him with deep affection and a complicated expression, her weak and powerless face filled with grievance.

He really wanted to cry and shout, but in the end he just blinked. He had been in the mud for too long and lost too much moisture, so he couldn't cry anymore.

"Bing'er, what's wrong with you!"

Let me check it for you.

After Wang Ai finally confirmed that this was his grandson, he immediately reached out his aged hand and placed it on Wang Bing's muddy wrist.

Wang Bing's wrists felt a little cold as Wang Ai continuously channeled his Qi.

"Fortunately, Bing'er is well-nourished and did not suffer any fatal injuries."

"She'll be fine after a few days of rest."

Wang Ai thought for a moment, then placed the jade cane in her hand on the ground.

After wiping the dirt off his hands, he unbuttoned his coat and rubbed it against his inner pocket.

Wang Bing's jaw gave way, and he could no longer close his mouth.

He just looked at the tall Wang Ai in front of him, weak and frail, and then reached into his crotch and began to move his hand around.

From Wang Bing's perspective, there was nothing more to see.

He was panicked. If there was anyone in the world who could bully him, it could only be his great-grandfather.

"Damn, old man!"

What the hell is going on? You're still using catheters?

Can you save me first? Aren't I your precious baby?

Bring out your miracle cure!

Wang Bing struggled to say, "Grandpa...uh!"

Wang Ai knew he was in a hurry, so he quickened the pace of his hand that was in his crotch.

Unfortunately, as he got older, his hand dexterity declined significantly.

After a moment, Wang Ai finally pulled out a granule the size of a chicken meatball.

Maruko-chan sparkles with a delicate pinkish-flesh sheen.

Wang Ai's crotch visibly shrank.

He grabbed his trousers with one hand, not having time to fasten his belt.

First, he half-squatted down and dropped the small pill into Wang's mouth, which he couldn't close.

If Wang Bing could shut up, he would definitely have dodged without hesitation; at this moment, he could only barely move his tongue.

They were attempting to push out this slightly fishy-smelling meaty particle.

But his tongue had already been ravaged beyond recognition, and with a slight flick, he sent the meatball directly down his throat.

Wang Bing's throat had been dry for a long time, and he couldn't swallow the meatballs at all.

In addition, he had been torn apart by chariots, and his throat was no longer usable.

Wang Ai first slowly fastened his belt, then slowly squatted down and picked up his cane.

"Can't you swallow it?"

The depletion was too great, and there was still not enough body fluid in the body.

"Alright, Great-Grandpa's mouth is full of semen, so I'll give you some!"

As he spoke, Wang Ai gathered a large mouthful of saliva and spat it heavily into Wang Bing's mouth.

Wang Bing couldn't close his jaw, and no matter what Wang Ai put into his mouth, he couldn't refuse!

Although it was somewhat disgusting, Wang Ai's saliva was still very effective.

Here, the meatball entered Wang Bing's stomach and quickly dissolved, or turned into a little bit of pure Qi, which traveled to Wang Bing's limbs and bones.

"Grrrrrr!"

A rumbling sound came from Wang Bing's stomach, and his spirits began to recover at an extremely fast pace.

Even external injuries to the body have visibly disappeared.

How could such an unremarkable flesh-colored pill possess such magic?

Everyone present was greatly shocked.

Zhuge Qing's face remained calm, but a glint of light flashed in his narrowed eyes. He had just secretly activated the Qimen Phenomenon Technique.

Shocked, he thought to himself, "Something that Wang Ai hides in his crotch and competes with his manhood for space must be extraordinary!"

Judging from the quality of the medicine just now, and considering its effects, I'm afraid...

Could it be the Yin-Yang Spirit Jade Pill, which was painstakingly refined by the great master Prince Zhong back then?

This is... such a waste!

This treasure was actually given to this beast...

Damn, this is a miraculous medicine that can bring the dead back to life; it would be excellent even just to use it for research.

Wang Bing, you deserve to die!

Zhuge Qing remained calm and composed as he looked at everyone before him.

Wang Bing was soon able to speak again, and before long he stood up.

Wang Ai nodded in satisfaction: "Bing'er, I haven't seen you for a while, how come you've grown taller!"

They say you'll rise to prominence around age 23, and I didn't believe it, but it happened to you.

Not bad! "

Wang Bing wanted to curse at that moment, and he did indeed start yelling.

“What the hell! What the hell! What the hell!

Damn it...

......"

Even though he hadn't eaten lunch, Wang Bing was full of energy and cursed the entire community of supernatural beings.

When the criticism finally reached the Zhuge family, Wang Ai smiled and indicated that Wang Bing had emotions that needed to be vented.

Zhuge Qing nodded and led the group away.

'Ha, need to vent?'