Return of the Soldier King

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Ye Fei felt that he was wronged and died. He was obviously struggling to practice the exercises. It turned out to be such an ambiguity. Not only was the pain of his body crushed, but also Murong Jin saw it.

At this time, Ye Fei also remembered Zhong Mei's affectionate kiss in the car last night, and suddenly blushed a little.

Zhong Mei also knew her gaffe, and quickly stood up, blushing and said: "Sliding on the ground ... Just slipped. My name is Zhong Mei and I am Ye Fei's friend."

"We have already met last night and know that you are his girlfriend. Thank you so much yesterday, let you donate so much blood and saved my friend!"

Murong said heartily.

"No ... it's no big deal, even if I don't know the girl, and I know the news, I will come to help, not to mention Mr. Chu Mo and Ye Fei's friends."

Zhong Mei waved his hands repeatedly, blushing, like a frightened deer.

"For a while, I still have to trouble you more." Murong smiled and said: "In the future, you will have dinner with us. I will let Mr. Chu Mo boil the black chicken and ginseng soup for you, and give you a good blood supplement. . "

"Okay, okay, I still have classes, so I'll go."

Zhong Mei nodded cleverly and greeted Ye Fei, but Fei fled.

Looking at Zhong Mei's back, Murong sighed and shook his head, whispering, "God doesn't have long eyes!"

"What do you mean?"

Ye Fei was stunned.

"This girl has such a good personality, she is clever and sensible, and she helps others. Why does God want to leave an ugly birthmark on her face? Isn't this his long eyes? It hurts to see it."

Murong sighed again, tangled with Zhong Mei's ugly face.

"Can be cured."

Ye Fei said faintly.

"You said it can be cured? That dare to love, such a good girl, should live beautifully."

Murong was also happy.

"You scared the little girl away, I think you are too busy, you can practice with me!"

Ye Fei smiled and nipped the chopsticks in his hand.

"Practice? Yes! I am very interested, how to practice?" Murong's eyes were shining, but at the next moment, he frowned again: "But it's better if you hurt so badly, it's better to raise the injury first."

"Can't wait!"

Ye Fei smiled bitterly, and told Murong about the danger of this matter, and she heard her breathing again and again.

"Then practice!"

Murong grabbed an apple from the fruit basket and threw it away.

"With!"

Ye Fei twitched, and the chopsticks penetrated the apple, exactly like the last one, hit the wall and fell off.

"Your injury is really serious, your strength is weak!"

Murong remembered that at the time, Ye Fei shook his hand, and the pencil on the table took her head flower and nailed it deeply into the wall, but now it just made a groove in the wall, which was different in power. Enter the language.

"Aren't you nonsense?"

Ye Fei gave Murong a glance.

"It seems that I still have to find a few colleagues to protect you. You have no self-protection ability at all!"

Murong thought about it, made a phone call to the bureau, and sent four police officers to protect Ye Fei in shifts.

In the next half month, Ye Fei was very comfortable. Zhong Mei, Chu Mo, and Murong sent delicious meals and medicated soup every day. After eating, several women took turns to help Ye. Flying exercises.

At first it was thorn apples, then oranges, grapes, and finally the hard walnuts were smashed with a chopstick.

This makes Ye Fei's wrists and fingers more and more flexible, and has not been sluggish due to the inactivity these days. The flying knife skills are even more sophisticated than before.

Crackling! Crackling!

Ye Fei flicked his finger, even making a crisp sound that slightly moved the air.

He squeezed a small grape core, flicked his fingers, and bounced on a white porcelain cup filled with water on the bedside table.

Boom!

The whole white porcelain cup suddenly cracked and split into several petals. The water inside splashed open, making pillows and mattresses everywhere.

"Ye Fei, what did you do!"

Murong came in and saw everything just now, with a look of consternation on his face: "How come you haven't seen you in a few days, have you learned how to use your fingertips? You are Huang Laoxie, from Taohua Island?"

"Just a worm is a little trick, something kidding, unless you hit your eyes, can't hurt anyone."

Ye Fei smiled and flexed his fingers, knowing that the breath had grown more than before, but he was secretly happy. This injury was actually a blessing due to disaster. The bottleneck that has not been able to break through has been showing signs of loosening at this moment.

Don't break without standing, break after standing.

After half a month of cultivation, I ate well every day. Ye Fei ’s body has recovered, and the nourished white and clean, he has been able to get out of bed and walk, but his arms and shoulder vests have left scary scars Dragging down one by one, it was like an ugly centipede.

Lin Qingwan is not good-looking, she has scars on her body, and she is too heavy to carry her, which would hinder her identity. Ye Fei was originally recommended to have skin grafting surgery, but Ye Fei decided not to use it, because he became a congenital warrior, with all his fur and inner strength Extroverted, it can be said to be reborn, and the scar can be completely removed.

Ye Fei got out of bed and moved his body. In the ward, Murong helped him walk around the circle and found that his legs were really sluggish and not as flexible as before. Obviously, he rarely moved these days. Regressed.

"Practicing is to sail against the current, or retreat if you don't advance!"

Ye Fei sighed. He knew that if he didn't practice his hands and feet slowly in one day, he would lose half of it in two days. Fortunately, his whole body of kung fu was on his eyes and hands. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to practice after half a year.

At this time, Lin Qingwan came in. Her face was full of exhaustion recently, but she actually came to the hospital very little time. Zhong Mei, Chu Mo, Murong were taking care of Ye Fei, and occasionally a little nurse Mu Orange will also come over, I don't know what Lin Qingwan is busy with.

"Ye Fei, you look good. Let's be discharged today. I have already completed the discharge procedures."

Lin Qingwan walked in, sat on a chair, drank two cups of tea, and said.

"Discharged today?"

Murong was a little surprised: "After a hundred days of injury, Ye Fei's legs and feet are still unfavorable, are you too anxious?"

"I spent money to ask him to be my bodyguard to protect me, not to be an uncle. I have been lying on the hospital bed waiting for delicious food and drink!"

Lin Qingwan's face was very cold: "No talk, just leave the hospital today!"

Hearing Lin Qingwan's words, don't say Ye Fei's complexion, even Murong couldn't pass it, waiting for Lin Qingwan to yell: "Sister Qing Wan, how can you do this! Too ... too impersonal!"

"I am such a person! Murong girl, you will one day understand my pain!"

Lin Qingwan's words were cold, and he almost choked Murong to death.

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