Li Feiyu was still alive at this moment. He never thought that one day he would die at the hands of an ordinary person.
Yang Yanrong quickly sheathed the sword, looked at him with a smile, stretched out his foot to kick Li Feiyu's leg, and asked: "Ah! This handsome guy, I still don't know your name? Can you tell me?
What?"
Li Feiyu smiled miserably, looked at the smiling young man in front of him, let out a few painful groans, closed his eyes, and passed away.
When Yang Yanrong saw that he couldn't die anymore, the smile on his face disappeared suddenly. He spat at Li Feiyu's body and cursed: "Bah! You dare to scare my Ke'er, I'll do it
I won’t kill you!”
Yang Yanrong turned around and took a few steps forward, then turned back and looked at Li Feiyu's body. After thinking for a moment, he reached out to touch the dead Li Feiyu's abdomen and turned over everything he had hidden in his arms.
He came out, spread it out on the ground and counted it, holy shit! There are a lot of things! It’s really prosperous this time.
There was a thick stack of silver notes, each worth one hundred taels. After careful counting, there were actually about fifty, which was much richer than Chu Wangshan before. There were four gold ingots, totaling forty.
Two, some scattered silver. There was also a package of books wrapped in oil paper. Yang Yanrong opened the oil paper and saw an ancient book that was a little yellow in color. On the cover were four big characters: "Eight Steps of Divine Movement." What?
? Yang Yanrong flipped through it and immediately threw the book aside. It turned out that all the drawings on it were human body meridians diagrams and exercise routes. However, they were all handwritten. The font was not as good as his own writing. Although he knew this
It was a martial arts secret book. With his lazy personality, he was asked to practice martial arts. He might as well go home and take a nap.
After searching carefully, there were actually two jade bottles of the same size, one green and one white. There was a small label on the green bottle, with only three characters on it: Xiaoyaosan.
Day, just by looking at the name, I knew it was an aphrodisiac. I didn’t realize it, but this guy was actually a member of the same profession. I just don’t know what this guy is like, and whether he has the skills of my starling, seven times a night. The white bottle contains
Of course it's the antidote. What? Why do I know that? Because it says "antidote" on it.
This is good stuff! Yang Yanrong smiled seductively, "When did you give me the first taste of Xiaoyao Powder? I just don't know how effective this thing is. Don't make a fake product, it will be embarrassing."
Yes. If the effect is good, I will apply for a patent and open a pharmaceutical factory. I will promote it to the world.
He looked around furtively, and then carefully put the two bottles of medicine into his arms, thinking that he couldn't let Yu Chu and the others find out, so he had to hide them well. He put the banknotes and gold ingots in his pocket.
, smiled with satisfaction, we can be regarded as rich people now. I think when I first came here, I was really poor. Except for the flesh that belonged to me, everything else belonged to others. Now I am better, I want money.
If you have money and want guns, all you have to do is form a gang and go to the revolution.
After thinking about it, I put away the book on the Eight Divine Movements. If I don’t want to practice it myself, I can give it to my Yu Chu and Ke’er to practice. When they practice it well, doesn’t it mean that I have practiced it myself? Hehe
, this is a good idea.
When Yang Yanrong hummed a song briskly and walked out with a smile on his face, he saw Ke'er lying quietly on the side, and Sang Yuchu sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking very painful, and his face was so red that it was almost dripping with water.
. He couldn't help being surprised, walked quickly to Ke'er, and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with Ke'er? Weren't you fine just now?"
Sang Yuchu gritted his teeth, waved to him gently, and said in a voice so soft that it could even melt his bones: "You...come here, I have something to tell you."
Yang Yanrong said "hmm", and was very surprised by the woman's behavior. Her body was shaking slightly, her eyes were slightly confused, there was a trace of desire, a trace of eagerness, a trace of shyness, and a trace of begging. Her face was red,
She looks so delicate and charming. If the jade-faced Yuchu was a proud winter plum before, then now she is a blooming begonia, exuding an alluring fragrance, just waiting for someone to pick it.
Although he felt something was wrong, he didn't think much about it. He walked gently to Yuchu's side and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Sang Yuchu gritted his teeth, glanced at Yang Yanrong shyly, lowered his eyelids again, spoke in a coquettish tone, and said softly, "I, I've been hit by an aphrodisiac!"
"Ah?" Yang Yanrong was shocked and almost jumped up. He asked: "Which aphrodisiac did you take? Are you saved?"
Sang Yuchu endured his shame and plucked up the courage to say: "This aphrodisiac is the unique medicine of the Jade-faced Prince Li Feiyu, and it's called Xiaoyao Powder. Unless there is a unique antidote, you will definitely burn yourself to death."
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Yang Yanrong's eyes lit up and she thought, "Don't I just have this kind of antidote?" He wanted to save her, but he suddenly remembered that this girl put stones in her steamed buns and almost broke my teeth. Hum.
, I have to settle this account with you carefully. A crooked idea suddenly came to mind. It's not that he wanted to take advantage of others, he just wanted to come up with the antidote to save her when she couldn't hold on anymore.
.Although he is not a gentleman, he still can't do things that add insult to injury. In any case, Sang Yuchu can be regarded as his savior.
He suppressed a smile and asked: "Is there any other way to save you? For example, herbal medicine, acupuncture, etc."
Sang Yuchu shook his head slowly, hesitated, and then said: "Actually, there is another way to save me, I..." When she said this, she glanced at Yang Yanrong and couldn't say any more.
Wow, how could she, an unmarried girl, say such shameful words? Although Sang Yuchu had the nickname "Rakshasa Girl" in the martial arts world, the shameless people who died under her sword were not
How many people do you know, but her actual age is not very old, only about twenty-two-three years old. What if Yang Yanrong was still a college student in her previous life.
Looking at this beautiful woman who was holding back her desire, Yang Yanrong's heart softened for some reason. This was also a pitiful, cute and respectable girl! Thinking of what Ke'er had said to him about Sang Yuchu, Yang Yanrong's heart suddenly felt full.
I blame myself, hey, I am already in my thirties, and I am still angry with a little girl. Why do I keep getting back together more and more. Just when I was about to take out the antidote, I suddenly felt a numbness in my chest.
I couldn't move my whole body.
"What are you going to do?" Yang Yanrong was startled, and just as he was about to ask clearly, his throat felt numb again, but now he was fine and could not even speak.
Sang Yuchu took back his right hand and said apologetically: "Mr. Yang, I'm sorry, I had no choice but to do it."
Yang Yanrong winked desperately, indicating that he had the antidote in his arms, but Sang Yuchu, who was already blinded by desire, could not see clearly.
In Yang Yanrong's disbelieving eyes, Sang Yuchu rushed forward like a ball of fire...