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After Wuyou said this, there was no one to respond. He was very embarrassed for a while, just at this moment Tofu came with sour plum soup.

"Tofu, where is the senior who healed brother Yan? Take me to see him." Wuyou said very naturally.

Tofu gave the sour plum soup to Su Shi, and then he got up and nodded, and was about to explain, Su Shi said, "My master has something to go down the mountain, and now I'm in charge on the mountain, and I'm treating your brother Yan's leg, what's the matter?" ?”

Su Shiliao took a sip of sour plum soup, frowned fiercely, "It's really sour."

Slowly drinking while disgusted, Yan Juexiu looked at him tenderly, feeling very helpless, "You, why do you still drink every day when you obviously can't drink sour."

"Relieve the heat." Su Shi replied solemnly, took two sips and shook his head, returning the sour plum soup to the tofu.

Yan Juexiu reached out to take the bowl, brought it to his lips and took a sip, with a slight smile on his lips, "It's quite sweet."

After saying this, he looked at Su Shi, his eyes wandered over his lips, and he returned the sour plum soup to the tofu in just a moment.

Tofu bowed and saluted, "May I ask Mr. Su, how will the young master arrange it?"

little boy?Su Shiliao was stunned for a moment when he heard this name. In his memory, Tofu only called one person that way.

"Young master? Who is the young master?" Su Shili raised the corners of his lips with some sarcasm.

Hearing this, Wuyou took a step forward, straightened his waist, and smiled confidently, "Ming Huan below is the young man whom Tofu is talking about."

When Fang Minghuan said the words, a strong murderous intent flashed in Su Shili's eyes, but he put it away very well. The moment he put it away, he unfolded the folding fan in his hand, and his hostility dissipated with a slight shake.

Yan Juexiu looked unhappy, and scolded: "You don't know your enemy, but you admit your identity so openly, do you want to die?"

Yan Juexiu scolded, Wuyou immediately became aggrieved, "Since this young master has to treat brother Yan differently, he must be trustworthy, so Wuyou has the courage to say it, not to mention, it's also good Explain the medicine Qianpu in Wuyou's hand."

"Tut tsk tsk..." Su Shiliao kept tsk tsk, he got up and walked around Wuyou, and said with a sneer, "The head of the Fang family was also a smart person back then, I didn't expect you to be so stupid, no wonder you survived Well, maybe the killer thought you were too stupid to support the Fang family and let you go? If the Fang family hadn't been destroyed, you would have been annihilated as well."

When these words fell to the ground, Wuyou was undoubtedly annoyed, and even Yan Jue's face was a little angry.

"Young master, be careful! My Fang family has not offended you. Are you being too disrespectful!"

"Even if I am incompetent and immoral, it is not up to you to judge any guesses."

As Wuyou said, he flicked his sleeves, and there was a bit of the aura of the head of the Fang family between his brows and eyes.

Su Shiliu stared at him, then smiled loudly for a while, "I made a slip of the tongue, I'm really sorry."

"I don't mean any offense to the Fang clan, all my offenses are aimed at you."

Su Shili walked forward slowly, staring at Wuyou closely, and Wuyou felt a little guilty under his gaze.

"What do you mean?" Wuyou raised her eyes and met his eyes forcefully.

Su Shili tilted his head slightly, stretched out his hand to pat him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "You, are you really Fang Minghuan?"

"If you don't want to change your name, you won't change your surname." Wuyou took a step back and said firmly.

Yan Juexiu stared at Su Shi and found that there was something wrong with him, although he looked the same as before, but there was a teasing anger in his eyes.

Yan Juexiu felt uneasy, and said, "Brother Fang, don't talk too much, go and rest first."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Su Shili suddenly became clear, Brother Fang?It's obviously not called that, yes, he said it before, this is a fake who can't die.

Su Shi smiled and shook his fan, then raised his voice and said, "Leng Ming, take this Mr. Fang down to rest."

In his words, he deliberately slowed down the words Fang Gongzi, and Wuyou felt that the irony was particularly strong when he heard it.

Yan Juexiu didn't speak, so he could only reluctantly follow Tofu and Leng Ming to rest.

When he left, Su Shi turned his head, "Brother Yan..."

"So that's what Young Master Fang called you back then?" Su Shi raised his voice at the end, with a slight smile.

Seeing that he had returned to normal, Yan Juexiu heaved a sigh of relief, pulled him onto his lap and sat down, stared into his eyes, and said after a while, "You seem to be very concerned about the affairs of the other party's family?"

When Su Shi heard the words, his eyes dimmed a little, he got up and said coldly: "No, I just don't like the way that man looks, it's disgusting to look at."

"He poisoned me." Yan Juexiu said suddenly.

Su Shili narrowed his eyes slightly, "Is the pharmaceutical thousand spectrum in his hand real?"

"I don't know." Yan Juexiu shook his head.

Su Shi stayed silent for a while, "What he just said is full of loopholes, why didn't you ask in detail?"

"How should I react if he can't answer the question?" Yan Juexiu blinked, looking innocent.

Su Shi felt helpless, and stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, "Since you can't do it perfunctorily, why stay by your side?"

"I want the thousand records of medicine in his hand." Yan Juexiu said word by word, "The world seems to be in chaos, and our happy days are probably coming to an end."

He said, heaved a long sigh, and seemed to be a little emotional.

"What? Can't bear it?" Su Shi asked with a smile.

Yan Juexiu looked at him, nodded, "Yes, I miss you."

"Tsk..." With a smile in Su Shili's eyes, he looked at the small bamboo house where Wuyou lived. No matter whether the medicine thousand records in his hand were real or fake, he would have to take a look.

"It's time to eat."

As Yan Juexiu said, he pushed the wheelchair and walked slowly towards the big bamboo house with Su Shile.

When he reached the door, Yan Juexiu suddenly said, "It's time, call me."

"Yan Juexiu." Su Shiliao called out cooperatively.

Yan Juexiu shook his head, "It's not this one, it's the one that made you sour."

Su Shili paused the hand that placed the bowl and chopsticks under his hand, his face was a little weird, Yan Juexiu waited expectantly for a while, then he turned his head, "I like to hear your brother Fang bark, how nice it is."

Yan Juexiu thought about it thoughtfully, "Your voice will sound better, you will."

He said affirmatively, and Su Shile rolled his eyes bluntly.

Under his signal, Wuyou was also brought to have dinner with him.

Su Shiliao ordered Leng Ming to fetch wine, and drank one cup after another, until he smelled of alcohol and was a little tipsy.

"What are you doing, drinking so much wine, you should feel uncomfortable at night again." Yan Juexiu reprimanded in a low voice.

Su Shi was half lying on the table, and said with a half-crying and half-smiling voice: "It's been two months, your legs have not improved, and if there is no progress, you... will die. "

When he said mourning, Wuyou was also full of anxiety when he heard the words, and said in surprise: "How could it be! Didn't it say that it will not hurt your life!",