Oh, leave me alone

"Pavilion Master, people have brought it."

"Well, bring it in." A lazy voice sounded in the room, and Ji Le sat lazily on the chair and looked at the old man brought in, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, who are you guys? Why did you bring me here, old man?" An ordinary-looking old man stood in the room, facing Ji Le without any fear, with a trace of disdain in his tone, "Tsk tsk, What? When will you Qingzui Pavilion start the old man's business?"

"The God of Medicine?" Ji Le got up and walked in front of the old man, "I never thought that the old God of Medicine has been hiding in the capital all along. It can be said that he is hidden in the wild, but hidden in the world."

The old man's expression froze for a moment, "How do you know?"

"A bottle of medicine from your old man did not hurt me badly. I don't know how the old man would help a villain like Xuan Ao?"

Hearing what Ji Le said, the old man felt embarrassed, and mistakenly thought that Xuan Ao had really taken advantage of Ji Le. He felt very sorry at the moment, and coughed a few times, "Ahem, well, the old man owed Xuan Ao a favor back then, so he asked It’s not easy for me to refuse that kind of medicine.”

"Actually, I came to the God of Medicine today to bother you, Mr. Ji Le." He pondered for a moment and said, of course he would not really vent his anger on the God of Medicine. I didn't suffer a loss, if I could use this opportunity to take the God of Medicine under my command, it must be extremely helpful to me.

"I don't know why Mr. Ji is looking for the old man?" The old man's tone became more polite at the moment. After all, as a doctor, there is something wrong with this matter, so he didn't want to be so arrogant at the beginning.

"I don't know if the old medical god is willing to let us get drunk in the pavilion?"

"Uh," the old man was taken aback when he heard Ji Le's words. He began to think that Ji Le encountered some intractable disease and wanted to ask himself. It was this kind of plan, and when his face turned dark, "No need, old man, I am used to living a free life. If this is the drunken pavilion, it's fine. If Mr. Ji has a headache in the future, you can come to see me, old man. I will definitely not refuse."

"Is that so?" Ji Le smiled, a cold look flashed across his eyes, and he bullied the God of Medicine in an instant. I can stay here for a few days."

"You," the God of Medicine followed Ji Le's palm and swept back quickly, looked at the hidden guard hidden in the darkness and smiled disdainfully, raised his hand, and suddenly white smoke rose in the air, "could it be If my old man wants to leave, can it be difficult for you?"

Looking at the man who suddenly disappeared into the house, Ji Le just turned around and ordered lightly, "I can't go far with my palm, chase him."

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His long eyelashes drooped, and the water was poured up with great effort. His pale face was covered with beads of sweat, and he shook his numb arms. Yan Mo rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the kitchen with a bucket in his hand.

Yan Mo shook his head and smiled wryly. Although he was extremely tired these few days, it seemed that his strength had increased a lot. At least now, when he lifted the bucket of water, it would not be as shaky as it was at the beginning, so he still made money.

Yan Mo walked forward with his head striding forward, but he didn't notice a figure flashing in front of him, he just felt a gust of wind blowing over him, knocking him over, the water in the bucket splashed all over his body, and the person who was running also stopped Looking at himself, he yelled in surprise, "Hey, boy, it's you?"

Yan Mo shook his dizzy head, fixed his eyes on the old man in front of him, and realized that he was actually the shopkeeper who pawned the bracelet in the pawnshop that day, "You? You are the one..."

"Yes, I'm the one who bought your bracelet that day, boy, why are you here? Are you also from the Qingzui Pavilion?" After finishing speaking, the old man's tone gradually became colder, and he looked at the face with a wary face. ink.

Yan Mo shook his head, "Of course not, I'm just a servant here, by the way, why are you here?"

"Well, can you do me a favor? Now I'm injured and those people are chasing me. Help me find a place to hide." Unexpectedly, Ji Le's martial arts are so high. It might be difficult to forcefully leave.

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Alas, although I haven’t finished writing this yet, I couldn’t bear it anymore, so I shamelessly dug a new hole. Those who are interested can go and have a look. It’s a fantasy, completely different from this one.

"Wang Liulang"

Copywriting: When you open your eyes, it's another strange world

Wang Cheng smiled, time travel, yes, there is a future

However, why did others pass through time after time, but I died right after time travel?

Well, hang up and hang up, why not let reincarnation, can only stay in this dark water, be a ghost

Now that he has become a ghost, he should be a ghost honestly. Anyway, Wang Cheng is not very demanding, he can eat and drink, and he has a few beautiful men to accompany him, one dragon, one demon, one person, one god, and so on. With a ghost like him, it's rare to talk about wine, but it's also happy

But, why are their eyes getting weirder and weirder——

PS: I watched "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio" recently, and suddenly found that the story of Wang Liulang is full of infinite JQ, so the bad author smiled, and a convulsive article was born again. enter