Chapter 2815

"It's OK, just a little tired."

"Just have a rest."

Tang Yun wiped her lips with a paper towel, then said softly.

Although Tang Yun's theory is understated, as a person who has been serving Tang Yun's side and his teacher's physical condition, even if Tang Yun doesn't say anything about it, Meng Wanyu undoubtedly feels some clues.

Therefore, out of concern for the teacher, Meng Wanyu once again said: "if it was not injured, teacher, would you be ill?"

"When I was a child, when I was sick, I felt tired and had no appetite."

"Or I will accompany you to the hospital?"

Meng Wanyu asked in a low voice.

But Tang Yun smell speech, but can't help but Leng Leng.

"Sick?"

This word, for Tang rhyme, has been unfamiliar for too long.

It can be said that after Tang Yun practiced martial arts, the word "life" was almost always deleted from her dictionary.

After all, the warrior's physical quality is strong and basically insulated from disease.

Even though they were wounded in battle, they mostly relied on their own breath adjustment and self-healing, or they sought doctors from the martial arts circle to treat the warriors.

As for the hospitals in the secular world, they are not of great use to the warriors.

Now, Meng Wanyu suddenly mentioned that Tang Yun naturally felt strange.

"No need."

"I'll just have a rest."

"You go down first. Don't let anyone disturb me without my order."

Tang Yun waved her hand, and then dismissed Meng Wanyu.

Obviously, Tang Yun didn't feel that he would be sick even if he was a grand master.

Therefore, he rejected Meng Wanyu's proposal.

However, Tang Yun did not expect that one day soon after, she still quietly went to the hospital.

Of course, these are afterwords.

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time goes on.

Since the end of the yuan lingguo battle, the whole martial arts world is still calm.

Of course, the investigation into that massacre is still going on.

It's just that there's no progress.

In addition to the Indian King burning the sky this suspect, the investigation team of various countries, still did not find any suspicious person.

However, the evidence available now is not enough to confirm that the king of India burned the sky.

In a word, this matter has been delayed and has no result.

As for the attack on Chumen mountain a few days ago, Chumen was forced down by strong means.

This disgraceful thing did not spread out.

In this way, in a twinkling of an eye, it is half a year.

At the time when the world has almost forgotten the young man named Ye Fan.

Summer, the remote land of western Xinjiang.

Desert yellow sand, solitary smoke sunset.

On the top of the Tianhe River, we can hear a few hawk crows.

Below, is the same yellow sand sky.

Behind, is the boundless river.

However, even on such a barren land, there is an oasis, like an emerald, inlaid here.

At this time, on the oasis, there was a quiet place for more than half a year. At this time, a little edge was revealed.

The calm sky, suddenly blowing gusts of cold wind.

The wind and sand roll up, and the grass leaves are windy.

Within a thousand miles, more and more forces of heaven and earth began to converge here.

Not far away, the plain white and beautiful woman playing music on the Bank of the lake, after feeling the difference, turned quietly and looked at the bamboo house in the distance.