Chapter 277

Knock, knock, knock!

"National master, brother Jun, are you at home?"

Outside the door of Jun Bu Ren's room, Yang Feng came out from the emperor and went straight here. He knocked on the door gently. There was no reply inside.

Yang Feng's eyes turned disorderly, thinking that under this Ya's serious injury, where else can he go if he doesn't come back to heal?

Is there any conspiracy?

It happened that while he was not at home, I went in to find out.

Thinking so, Yang Feng raised his foot and was about to kick the door in, but he hadn't had time to kick it, but the door opened with a squeak.

Jun Buren stood in front of the door and looked at Yang Feng's flying kick. He was stunned: "great Xia Yang, are you..."

"Oh, nothing. I just knocked on your door for a long time and saw that you haven't opened it. I was wondering if you would find short-sightedness because you were humiliated today. Just wanted to break through the door to save you, you opened the door. It's all right. I'm relieved, hehe!"

After pedaling his legs, Yang Feng casually made an excuse and smiled awkwardly.

Hearing this, Jun Bu Ren nodded and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that when Jun is the most excluded and helpless now, it was Daxia Yang who came to visit and care about you first. Thank you very much. Please come in!"

Nodding slightly, Yang Feng stepped in.

Jun Bu Ren owes his body. Although he can't move his two arms, after all, he is a third-order top master of magic spirit. Just after Yang Feng entered the door, he gave a look, and the door closed immediately.

Then, Jun Buren's eyes coagulated again. The teapot on the table immediately floated up and poured two cups of tea. One cup glanced at Jun Buren himself and the other floated to Yang Feng.

Wow, this is taking things from space. It's fun.

This technique, which can do everything automatically without hands, is actually very simple, and Yang Feng can do it too.

It's just that every time he casts a spell, he consumes blue, so this small spell skill is generally unwilling to cast and wastes the amount of blue.

But after watching Jun Buren's performance today, I think it's very interesting.

After him, there are many believers and the amount of blue is unlimited. Instead, you can lie in bed every day. This kind of casting, no matter what you eat or drink, automatically jumps into your mouth. It's great to think about it.

This is the life he has been longing for in his four years of college. The ultimate lazy man doesn't have to get out of bed in the future, hehe!

"Daxia Yang, please have tea!"

At this time, Jun Buren smiled at Yang Feng and pulled him back to reality.

Yang Feng nodded slightly, tasted a mouthful of tea, then looked at the two blood arms of Jun Bu Ren, and couldn't help shaking his head: "Oh, how cruel. That old man is a bit overbearing. How can he be so cruel? At least you are also a national teacher. You have worked hard for the country for so many years without credit. Why is this old man so willful and don't know how to stop? You are so serious in ordinary competition, alas!"

"There's no way. Who can't let inhumane see the doubt? This is the old ancestor's teaching of inhumane. Inhumane is grateful and tearful!" with a smile, Jun inhumane said faintly.

Yang Feng raised his eyebrows and pretended not to understand: "brother Jun, what does this mean? Do you mean that the old man intends to hurt you?"

"To tell you the truth, since nearly half of the black soul believers in the Manchu Dynasty were found out by Daxia Yang, inhumanity has been alienated by his majesty."

With a long sigh, Jun Bu Ren murmured: "But it's not your Majesty's fault. Who let most of these people be promoted by inhumanity? Your Majesty would suspect that inhumanity colluded with the black soul cult and alienated. But heaven and earth conscience, inhumanity, when officials were promoted at the beginning, they were really capable and had no selfishness. As a result, inhumanity was shocked by the promotion of so many evil spirits of the black soul cult and felt ashamed of the saint Well, alas! "

With that, Jun Buren wept alone, looking pathetic.

Yang Feng looked at him coldly and disdainfully.

Bah, you are still acting at this time. Why don't you go to the Oscar and win glory for the country?

However, he was performing and Yang Feng was also performing. In a flash, Yang Feng's disdain turned into a look of regret and wanted to pat him on the shoulder... Er, it was bloody. He immediately changed direction and patted him on the chest.

Jun Bu Ren is stunned. What are you doing, attacking my chest while my two arms are useless?

But he couldn't stop lamenting and comforting: "brother Jun's boxing heart can be learned from heaven and earth. Everyone misunderstood you. But I believe you are a loyal minister. You are the pillar of the imperial court and my example."

Wow, you can make more nonsense than me. I'm afraid you don't believe me among all these people.

Targeted me from the beginning, hum!

His face shook. Jun was unkind. The corners of his mouth turned up and smiled. Although his heart was like a mirror, his mouth was still grateful and said, "great Xia Yang is the only one who knows me in the world. Thank you for your understanding."

"Oh, you're welcome. I'm always a good judge of people. When I first met brother Jun, I knew you were a great man who spoke of righteousness, valued feelings, loyal to the king, served the country and cherished chivalry. You're a friend and trusted confidant, but... Er, anyway, I appreciate you very much. Ha ha ha!"

Yang Feng was laughing, but Jun was unkind, but his face trembled, sneered and shook his head.

He won't believe Yang Feng's flattery.

Touch!

Then Yang Feng patted a small porcelain vase on the table and said solemnly, "brother Jun is seriously injured. I'm very worried. I've brought healing medicine. I hope brother Jun doesn't dislike it."

"Oh? Healing elixir? What kind of holy method?"

"Anyway, the five old guys were so badly hurt that they can now walk around alive!"

"What, is it really so magical?"

At present, you are not benevolent and surprised.

Because Yang Feng had seen how badly the iron suit had been hurt before. If he could jump around now, the medicine would be amazing.

With a slight smile, Yang Feng said confidently, "this is the magic medicine handed down by my Yang family ancestor. No matter how much you are injured, you will recover immediately. I lied to you that I am a bastard!"

"This..."

The eyelids could not stop shaking slightly. The gentleman was not benevolent and pondered for a while. He thought that the boy would not play any tricks with him.

This bottle of medicine is actually poison?

But on second thought, it's impossible. With his abnormal strength, if he wants to kill himself, it's no different from crushing an ant. Does it take so much effort to poison?

Besides, in his capacity, he vowed to ensure the purity of this medicine. It should be true. Otherwise, he is a bastard. No one will bury himself, especially an expert.

Thinking so, when you were not kind, you looked happy, bowed slightly, and said with a smile, "thank you, great Xia Yang, for giving me the medicine. You are very grateful."

Then, without saying a word, Jun Bu Ren stared, and the small bottle on the table flew up immediately. As soon as the bottle cap bounced, it gulped into his mouth.

It's just that the taste of the medicine is a little strange, spicy, and a little bitter and cool.

And after drinking, I don't seem to feel much. Although I don't feel unwell after taking it like poison, I don't feel that the injury has improved.

Jun Buren didn't feel a little strange. Yang Feng sat precariously and looked at him from the corner of his eyes. After drinking, he stood up anxiously and shouted, "Oh, brother Jun, what are you doing? Why did you drink my hemorrhoids? I just got it from the imperial doctor!"

"What? Hemorrhoids medicine?"

Oh!

As soon as he pulled out his face, Jun Buren looked at Yang Feng's innocent face in horror. Then he tossed in his stomach, bent over and couldn't stop vomiting, and scolded in his heart.

Yang Feng, you're kidding me