The body shakes and vibrates violently.

After coughing, it is hematemesis again, it is spitting again.

After a while, the bedside was in a mess, and the quilt was covered with dirty things. There was a bad smell in the room.

Purple Mu Cheng frowned, did not hide his dislike: "why can't I talk to you like this, you see your virtue, what else is worth me to respect you."

Dan Taihong was extremely shocked.

Shocked, he said, "Nancheng, are you blaming me? Blame me for not paying much attention to you before, only preferring your elder martial brother? "

Purple Mu Cheng did not speak.

In my heart, I feel that this Dan Tai Hong is so stupid.

He was so obvious that he didn't realize that he was a fake.

Sure enough, I'm really sick and my brain is not working well.

Holding the edge of the bed with one hand, Dan Tai Hong tried to get closer to the direction of Zi Mu Cheng and said, "I promise that you will be the chief disciple of Changsheng Pavilion in the future. As long as you respect me well, you will inherit the Changsheng Pavilion. As long as you are a teacher, you will never lose a cent."

After the death of Chu Changgeng, Dan Taihong had no hope.

What he thought was that if he wanted to hold the position of Changsheng cabinet leader at least, he needed a new successor.

Looking at the whole Changsheng Pavilion, the most qualified one is Nancheng.

But Nancheng seems to have a lot of resentment against himself.

No, it must be improved.

"Yes." Purple Mu Cheng continued to sneer, eyebrows and eyes full of irony, "Chu Changgeng died, you finally remember me? What have you been doing? "

"As a teacher..."

"Shut up! This word makes me sick! " Purple Mu Cheng's voice, suddenly raised, sternly reprimanded.

Dan Tai Hong was startled.

Startled, there was another violent cough.

It's empty.

After coughing for five minutes, his face turned blue and purple, but he didn't recover for a long time.

"Look at your present virtue. What's worth calling you master. What else do you have? You will never lose my share. If I kill you directly, can I have more? " Purple Mu Cheng smiles.

Dan Tai Hong suddenly raised his head and his eyes were split: "you villain!"

Zimucheng thought it was boring.

Role play or something, just play for a while, always play, no fun.

"Take the medicine."

He stepped forward.

Very rudely, he buckled Dan Tai Hong's chin.

He was so strong that he almost broke Tan Tai Hong's mandible and pinched his cheek out of shape.

Dan Tai Hong that pain, but also can passively endure.

What's the medicine here.

It's just medicine.

That's a big bowl. It's still hot.

Regardless of his feelings, he poured it down like this. The scalding made his tongue numb and his skin broke. What's more, the scalding made his throat ache so much that he could hardly speak.

Dan Taihong protested by shaking his head.

In return, he was more rude.

A bowl of medicine was poured down like this.

Dan Tai Hong was also irrigated. He lost most of his life, drank half of it, coughed half of it, and vomited it out, making it all over the floor.

"You can see who I am."

Zimucheng took off the mask of human skin.

He showed a very beautiful face.

But the smile on it is like a devil, even ferocious.

It's totally different from his always elegant temperament.