Chapter 975

As soon as things happened here, Xiwa ran to Sun Simiao's bamboo house.

A moment later, Sun Simiao and Ouyang Xun hurried over after hearing about Zhang Feng, while Cheng Chumo and others put Zhang Feng on the bed.

But as soon as he got close to the bed board, Zhang Feng screamed loudly. Sun Simiao looked at Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Gong lying on the ground. Ouyang Xun didn't like Zhang Feng most, but when he heard that Zhang Feng had an accident, Yuchi Gong was the culprit.

Angry, as soon as he entered the door, he mercilessly beckoned Yuchi Gong's ass and kicked several feet.

As soon as Sun Simiao arrived, he kicked everyone out. Average took Yuchi gong out with him. Only he and Zhang Feng were in the cabin.

Outside the wooden house, everyone looked gloomy.

Cheng Yaojin carried his hands back, clenched his fists and sighed in front of the cabin.

He knows Yuchi Gong's strength very well. That guy has always kept the lamb in his hand and can crush it for you.

How much strength does it take?

Can Zhang Feng's neck have the head of the lamb?

The meteor hammer is in his hand. It's as light as nothing. What are other people's meteor hammers?

More than ten kilograms are amazing, but the meteor hammer of this goods weighs 40 kilograms!

How strong can such strength be under the agitation of mind just now? Look at Zhang Feng's neck and arms.

If something really goes wrong with this boy, it will be strange for everyone here not to kill everyone according to the temper of the emperor and the supreme emperor!

But Yuchi Gong can't be completely blamed. The old boy is also sad because of that. Yuchi Gong Niu JINDA,

And Li Jing, several people have been partners with themselves for many years. Everyone knows what their temper is.

So in those years, everyone chose not to touch.

I can't stand watching more than 700 brothers in the same village, staring at beads and holding weapons, frozen into ice sculptures in front of me.

This makes this iron man leave a lingering shadow in his heart forever.

And in the room.

When Sun Simiao took off all Zhang Feng's clothes, he was surprised and his face was gloomy

Seeing this, Zhang Feng endured the pain and said, "don't get angry, old sun. It's nothing."

"It's nothing? It's all hurt like this. You still say it's okay? How big is your heart? From now on, don't talk. I want an injection to open up the blood of your two arms!"

While talking, Sun Simiao took out his box of silver needles comparable to barbecue sticks. He was about to stab them. Scared, Zhang Feng quickly shouted, "wait first. I'll show you a good thing. Wipe it on your body. It can be said to be a good treasure. It's magical to diminish inflammation, promote blood circulation and disinfect!"

Sun Simiao didn't want to talk to Zhang Feng. He took a silver needle and glanced at the oil lamp. He was sure to plunge Zhang Feng down. Zhang Feng dodged again and again.

"Mr. Sun, just trust the boy once. How can the boy fool around with his own life?"

"This is what the kid had prepared early, and that thing was called alcohol, which was distilled from baijiu."

Sun Simiao had studied the Baijiu at the beginning. It was lit by fire and used to rub and beat in the human body. It really had the effect of activating blood and removing stasis. At this time, Zhang Feng saw that there were still good stuff. A frown: "why not say so earlier? You should have taken it out a bit!"

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Zhang Feng was afraid that Mr. Sun would learn from Mr. Yu, so he quickly struggled to sit up, and then tried to put the shoe box he had created with his mouth and said, "the boy's hands and feet are inconvenient. Please take it out for the boy, Mr. Sun. It's dark grey under the shoe box."

Although Sun Simiao was a little suspicious, Zhang Feng still couldn't bear the pain of sucking the air conditioner.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Sun Simiao put his head down to look for it. Sure enough, as soon as he pulled the shoe box outside, there was a bolt like sound.

Then Sun Simiao's hand was lifted up vigorously. Under the shoe box, there was a dark grid, in which there were bursts of wine fragrance.

The dark grid is almost half the size of the bed, but there are about seven or eight jars of wine in it.

Sun Simiao looked confidante at Zhang Feng's eyes. "This is my last inventory, really no Baijiu... Yes, the red paint painted the ring, written in the words of alcohol, is the alcohol, you do not take the wrong..."

Without saying anything, Sun Simiao picked up a few small wine jars with the size of a fist next to a big jar, took five and put them into his arms. After taking out a jar, he first knocked open the mud seal and took a sip. Then he slowly covered the dark grid and asked, "how do you use this thing?"

"Or is it like the trial of Baijiu, pat or rubbing?"

Zhang Feng said briefly, "rub it first, and then after the body gets hot, the effect of patting is better. Do you have a smaller silver needle as thick as hair?"

Sun Simiao found the largest silver needle from the box full of silver needles, looked at Zhang Feng and asked, "no, do you want to prick the congestion and bleed? Or does it hurt him like this?"

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