Chapter 449

Thank Max stone for bouncing spirit beast eggs (5.3)

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Old man Huang suddenly knelt down and startled everyone present.

"Miss Jun, my legs have only knelt before your father." Old man Huang could hardly kneel up because of his leg disease and weak body. The whole person was lying on the ground.

At this moment, everyone only saw a drooping old man, forgot his identity and status, and looked at the poor old man who was going to send the white haired man to the black haired man.

"Please." Old man Huang touched his head to the ground, and his gray hair became scattered. His forehead was stained with dust and mixed with tears, which made the whole face embarrassed.

Many women who watched couldn't help crying.

"When a wolf lies down, everyone will think of it as a dog." Zhu Zan said, "it seems that no one remembers that every time the old guy gets up after kneeling down, he always eats several people."

Sifeng patted him on the shoulder. His smiling face was a little serious, but he didn't speak.

"Do you really want to save Miss Jun?" "I can't help it," Zhang Baotang said in a low voice

"She?" Zhu Zan hissed, "are you willing to face this?"

"This is also an opportunity for Miss Jun." Sifeng was silent for a moment. She still pressed her hand on Zhu Zan's shoulder and suddenly said, "if the skill is demonstrated, what's the reputation? Besides, she's just a doctor and no one will be harsh on her."

Zhu Zan pulled at the corners of his mouth.

"She's not a doctor." He said.

The two brothers around him looked at him and looked puzzled.

Not a doctor. What is it?

"He's a fool." Zhu Zan said, looking over the crowd at Miss Jun, who was avoided and independent by the crowd.

Miss Jun looked at the kowtowing old man Huang.

"Miss Jun, can you save it? Let's have a good talk." Jiang Baihu shouted, "everyone is waiting."

Miss Jun raised her head.

"I can." She said.

As soon as this remark came out, the people of the Huang family were happy, while the people around looked complex.

It's not that it's bad to save people. If only the person saved was a good man.

Old man Huang got up with the help of the servant. He seemed weak and trembled. He lowered his head, and no one saw the fierce light in the bottom of his eyes.

As long as his son doesn't die, you all wait.

Miss Jun walked over, and suddenly there was another kowtow. Her footsteps looked at her feet.

The girl whose limbs were wasted and bleeding and who was just kicked to death didn't know when to wake up.

She stubbed her head hard and bumped on the ground. Her bloody face raised her head and looked at her with red eyes.

"Please, please." She said in a hoarse voice.

Just then, the white haired old man kowtowed to ask for help for his seriously injured son. Now the cardamom woman is also kowtowing to ask for help.

She was also badly hurt, but she didn't ask for help.

Miss Jun looked at her. Her body was full of knife edges. This knife edge was not as good as her original self, but she must be more painful than herself.

Because she was hacked to death by a random knife, she died and there was no pain.

But the girl can't die. She has to endure the pain, but also the next greater pain and life is better than death.

Even so, her eyes were full of joy, her wish came true, and she died without regret.

But now, looking at Miss Jun who came over, her eyes were full of despair.

It is a disappointment that all previous efforts have been wasted, and it is helpless despair.

Obviously, she also knows who miss Jun is.

"Please, don't save me." She kowtowed and murmured, "don't save him."

Miss Jun's eyes were astringent and her sight was blurred.

The position is relative, Wang Zhice said.

When everyone is in trouble, they all look forward to someone falling from the sky to save them.

Those who can save people will be regarded as gods, Bodhisattvas, appreciated and thanked.

But this is for those who have been solved.

Those who have been rescued are grateful. What about those who deliberately have long been in this dilemma?

For them, the person who solved the dilemma is not worthy of gratitude, nor will he be regarded as a Bodhisattva. Instead, he is a devil. He is only angry at the failure.

Miss Jun looked at the girl who was still kowtowing.

She escaped from heaven alone, bearing a deep blood feud.

How did she hide and hide, and how did she decide to avenge herself.

Her hand tilted aside, and a layer of cocoon could be seen in the palm of her open hand.

Is she practising day and night in order to cut little Lord Huang just now?

"Please." She raised her head, and the blood could not stop her increasingly pale face. She had no strength to kowtow. She could only nod her head, murmur and stare at her with one eye.

"Bitch!"

The servant of the Huang family nearby scolded, raised his foot and kicked the girl in the face again.

Miss Jun grabbed the medicine box in Liu er's hand and turned around at the same time.

What a coincidence, the medicine box hit the servant heavily. He stumbled forward, his raised foot fell to the ground, tripped over the other foot, and the whole man fell to the ground.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Miss Jun said and hurriedly stretched out her hand to help.

"Why don't you see the way." Liu'er shouted unhappily, "you're blocking my miss. Don't you want to see a doctor for your family?"

The person next to him was a little confused by Liu er's cry. Is it because the servant doesn't have long eyes in the way?

But now I can't care about this.

"Get out of the way, please Miss Jun." Yelled old man Huang.

Hearing this sentence, some disordered servants hurriedly stopped. Miss Jun looked at the little yellow lying on the ground, carried the medicine box in her hand, and was about to raise her feet and take a step.

Hearing these words, Lord Tang, standing on the side, regained his mind a little at this moment.

If Miss Jun is here, Mr. Huang must be all right.

It happened that Miss Jun was there. Does that mean it's God's will?

Lord Tang's pale face gradually recovered according to his beating heart.

Looking at Zhu Zan outside the crowd, hearing this sentence, he also gave a meal on his shoulder and raised his feet.

Sifeng, who had been pressing on his shoulder, immediately noticed it and made an effort on his hand.

"Don't move." He shouted in a low voice, clasped Zhu Zan's shoulder and stopped him from taking steps. He looked solemn and nervous. "It's really not necessary. It's good now. It's not bad. This man surnamed Huang lay down for less than half a year, which is enough to solve the problem."

Zhu Zan did not look at him, but still looked at the field.

Four Phoenix follow his vision to see, fall on that is walking on Miss Jun body.

"Miss Jun, just cure him. It's just a reputation. It's not a dilemma." He whispered eagerly, "it's worry free to stay still now."

What if she doesn't cure him?

This cunning woman is not a kind doctor.

Zhu shook his shoulder and the man strode forward.

Sifeng couldn't catch it again. She shouted in her heart.