Luo Qianxiu looked at Luo Daoyu, who was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes unfocused and without any expression on his face. His face was full of doting, and his eyes were full of nostalgia.
"Good disciple, don't be afraid. Master has already gone to Ma's house, killed more than thirty of them, and asked them to hand over the murderer."
"If they fail to hand over the murderer before twelve o'clock tonight, Master will kill the entire Ma family for you."
"Master will kill all the men in the Ma family, young and old."
"Bring all the young and beautiful women from the Ma family here for you to play with."
"As long as you don't be unhappy and take good care of yourself."
"Master will promise you whatever you want. My good disciple, you must hold on and never break your Taoist heart. Master will avenge you, do you understand?"
Luo Qianxiu's tone was gentle, and his expression was full of infinite love.
It doesn't sound like a master speaking to his apprentice at all, but more like a father expressing the most kind fatherly love to his son who is seriously ill and unconscious.
"I want the Ma family to die! The Ma family to die!!!!"
Luo Daoyu's whole body was tied with bandages and fixed to the bed.
Especially the lower body, which was not wearing pants, was covered with a thick pile of stinking drugs.
After hearing Luo Qianxiu's words, he suddenly raised his head, with a ferocious face, and roared at the top of his lungs: "I want revenge! I want to kill the Ma family! Destroy the entire Ma family! Ah!!!!!!"
Luo Qianxiu's expression changed, and he hurriedly stepped forward and bent down to hold his disciple's shoulders with his hands, and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, if you know it, master, why don't you just kill the entire Ma family? Master promises you, I will do it tonight, kill him."
Guangma family, please avenge you, okay?"
"I want to kill everyone in the Ma family, and I want that woman to lie on my bed and be ravaged by me!"
"I'm going to kill her and play with her until she's completely naked! Ah!!!!!"
The violent mood swings caused Luo Daoyu, who had finally stabilized his injuries, to feel angry again. He raised his head, rolled his eyes upwards, and fainted on the spot.
"Continue taking the medicine for Dao Yu."
Luo Qianxiu stood up, and the man who was kneeling beside the bed with a frightened face immediately stood up, fearfully checked Luo Daoyu's injuries, and then administered medicine.
He looked humble and respectful, like the most humble slave.