It is impossible to describe Duanmu's thoughts when he opened his eyes in a flash at dusk. In fact, his mind was blank at that time.

His whole body was chilly, and a man pressed his hands on his chest, still gasping for breath. He didn't even see the man's face clearly, his head buzzed, like a heavy punch in his temple, his mind was blank.

Ai Hui noticed Duanmu opened his eyes at dungeon, but... his pupils were dispersed?

Ai Hui was suddenly a little anxious. He had seen too many life and death. When he first entered the wilderness, there were two thousand coolies, and only two people came out alive. The others were always in the muddy land in the wilderness. Ai Hui saw them lying in a pool of blood with his own eyes, and saw their pupils dissipate little by little until they lost all their spirits.

"Loulan, what's wrong with him?"

Ai Hui asked, slapped Duanmu’s cheek with his hand: “Hey, man, you’re okay, wake up quickly! Don’t fall asleep!”

Loulan seemed to be a little confused about the situation in front of her, but she still honestly said: "He has no problem."

Slap sex!

Ai Hui slapped Duanmu's cheek with force.

Duanmu's scattered pupils gradually returned to focal length, and his vision gradually returned to normal, and his face went from blurred to clear. When he saw this face clearly, his eyes suddenly widened.

Isn't this the damn bastard?

That guy who is obviously very talented, but he is not in class, does not practice, and is dragging the whole class down and cannot support the mud?

Is it the culprit who wasted countless time, defiled his name as a genius, and caused him to get infected with wind and cold?

Anger rushed straight to his forehead, and evil arose toward his gallbladder. Duanmu sat up suddenly at dusk, about to tear this extremely hateful guy into pieces. Suddenly his movements stopped.

chilly……

My whole body was chilly...

His expression froze and his movements froze. After a while, he lowered his head blankly.

All over his body were all big shorts, red palm prints on his legs and arms, which contrasted with the pale skin color elsewhere on his body.

Oh no!

The deep part of his wide eyes suddenly showed horror. What did this damn guy do to him?

Duanmu, whose brain was blank again, almost subconsciously grabbed the clothes beside him, and staggered and rushed out of the dojo.

Ai Hui and Loulan were in a consistent manner and looked at the door with their heads tilted.

"It seems that it's good. Loulan is really amazing." Ai Hui said with joy. He can finally go to practice.

"Although Loulan didn't understand his situation for a while, it seemed to be fine." Loulan was also happy when she heard Ai Hui's praise.

"Thank you, Loulan, I've gone to practice."

"Goodbye Ai Hui."

Duanmu walked on the street at dusk, and the bleak cold wind blew through his heart, and he was filled with despair. He did not dare to recall the scene just now, and did not dare to imagine what happened during the period when he was unconscious.

The darkest time in life is now.

After a while, Duanmu gradually calmed down from fear at dungeon. He suddenly realized that his wind and cold had been cured. He was from a large family of aristocratic families, and his talent was very outstanding, and his family was carefully cultivated, and his knowledge was not comparable to that of ordinary people.

After he recovered from calmness, he thought of the red palm prints on his legs and arms, and he roughly understood how his wind, cold and dampness healed.

He was a little surprised. The garbage actually knew this technique? Even he, who claimed to be knowledgeable, had to turn his mind to unite the two. However, the other party had already used this method of being arbitrary to cure his own cold.

You should know that it is one thing to hear about a lot of knowledge, but it is another thing to be able to be used in practice.

Maybe this guy is not as bad as he thought?

Jin Xiu, who is good at healing?

Although it is very strange, it has not appeared in the history of the Five Elements Heaven. Perhaps I underestimated him, after all, with that guy's poor qualifications, he would definitely not be able to enter the sensing field. If he had any other talents, the sensing field might be open.

Calm down and knowing how to treat me, Duanmu Xu didn't mind that what had just happened. However, when he thought that he was knocked unconscious by such a weak guy, Duanmu Xu's face couldn't help but turn dark.

Even if he was sick at that time, exhausted his energy, and the opponent's attack was too sudden, he could not calmly accept the fact that he was knocked unconscious by a waste.

Too shameful!

Especially when he thought of the Master's request to him, his face was burning. The Master asked him to teach a waste, but he was knocked unconscious by the waste.

Yes, he can say a lot of reasons.

I was too careless and underestimated by the enemy. I was blinded by anger. My physical condition was too poor and I was infected with the wind and cold. My endurance was too poor. I only had one night of practice to make myself exhausted...

However, there is no reason that Duanmu Dusk can accept.

I am a genius!

A genius is to do things that others cannot do! How can you demand yourself like those ordinary guys? That is relaxation, that is depravity, Duanmu dusk, you are so embarrassing!

Duanmu was cursing himself in his heart.

Suddenly, he noticed pedestrians on the road pointing at him, many of them. Seeing him turn around, the girls covered their mouths and snickered.

No!

Duanmu had never experienced such a scene in his evening life. No matter where he walked or whenever he was, those women greeted him with scorching and obsessive eyes, and he had never seen such expressions on his woman's face.

Is there something dirty on my face?

Walking past a weapon shop, he stopped, picked up a shiny knife, used the blade as a mirror, and looked at his face.

Then he was stunned.

Who is that guy with a swollen face like a pig's head?

A flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and a blurry clip broke into his mind without any warning. A blurry figure seemed to be shouting something in his mouth, and his hands were arching left and right, slapping his cheek hard, like a continuous slap in the face.

Slap sex...

The crisp slap sounded, and the cheeks were like fermented and baked steamed buns, expanding and bulging a little bit, and then...

The face in my mind coincides with the face reflected in the knife face now.

The hand holding the hilt of the knife shook, Duanmu's mouth shivered for a moment. After a while, it was like a volcano erupting, and the roar of gritting teeth almost overturned the roof of the weapon.

"Ai Hui, I want to tear you into pieces!"

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PS: There is another section tonight.
Chapter completed!