Originally, Feng was in a good mood today. After buying all the fire extinguishers (of course, he didn't really buy a hundred under the persuasion of the crowd) and greeted the inspection team's arrival, the restaurant reopened after all. Feng had just sat down and soaked the pot of Biluochun. Before he tasted the taste, he didn't feel good, as if what he was drinking was not tea but the poisonous bones. The sharp pain of tearing from the inside to the outside accompanied the blank of his brain. It happened that I was so uncomfortable but couldn't shout, and there was no sound in my throat. I didn't listen to my hands and feet, and I felt that I was urging my muscles and bones when I moved my fingers. Seeing that the situation became more and more unfavorable, my aura had been running around uncontrollably, quite a little crazy. Feng endured the pain and tried to move his fingers. After exhausting his strength, he hit the tea cup in his hand on the ground.
Dai Junchoo’s teahouse has its own rules, no matter how big the grudges or grievances are, you can’t do anything in the teahouse even if you have to destroy the other party’s family when you go out. The thing about falling the cup will never happen. If someone breaks the cup by mistake, the waiter will naturally go back to clean it up. As the directors, Tang Mengli and Su Hai Harrier often have to stick their heads out to inspect them to see if anyone is making trouble.
This doesn't matter, the one that fell is actually the teacup that Dai Junchou is used to, and seeing Feng's face with a bitter face and the action of holding the cup with his hands, this is obviously a big mistake. Su Hai Harrier rushed over, bringing a gust of wind along the road, and the clothes of the tea guests were actually blown up. "The shopkeeper, what's the matter?" The little Harrier is much more sophisticated now. He usually calls Feng as "the shopkeeper" in the teahouse, but today the shopkeeper is obviously not sulking, because Su Hai Harrier found out that Feng's hadn't gotten close to him. The breath is wrong, and the speed of blood is extremely disordered. Is it someone poisoned? This is an assassination? Impossible, assassinated to his own ground in broad daylight
Su Haiharr did not change his expression. The secret strength on his wrist was to drag Dai Juncai up, but what he shouted was: "Boss, look, I'm sulking in this life again. If I can't catch up with the girl, we can't change it. One, why bother yourself?" So in the eyes of outsiders, Dai Juncai was dragged back to the inner hall half-wrapped, and Su Haiyao was just a qualified store associate, who would quite figure out what the boss wanted.
As soon as the curtain of the inner hall was lowered, Su Haiyao anxiously activated the defense mechanism of the tea house, and Dou Muqi, who lived not far away, rushed over, and the secret whistle in the building would stare at every tea customer intently. As for Tang Mengli, he had already recovered from the daze just now, and as soon as he lifted the curtain, he saw Dai Junchou who was in a bad situation.
"What's the matter?" Tang Mengli asked, his right hand was already on Feng's wrist, and his three fingers were resting on his pulse. For a moment, he was thinking about it, and he was already thinking about it. "It's not good. Bring people in and put them on the bed. It shouldn't be poisoned, but there is a tendency to go crazy while practicing. Don't disturb the guests outside." Dai Junchoi's illness is very serious, and the news must not be leaked. As for the tea guests outside, there are all kinds of people, so it's best not to be alarmed.
Su Hai Harrier believed Tang Mengli’s words very much. I am afraid that the poison that could escape her magic has not yet been born. As long as it is not poisoned, the guests outside will be cleared of suspicion, and the news will naturally not be leaked. The butler Su Hai Harrier eased his smile and went out to entertain the guests. Commissioned to accept, tea is sold, the business has to be done.
The face of Tang Mengli in the inner hall was already covered with sweat. She learned a few hand acupuncture from Jing Lao, which is quite effective for promoting blood circulation and regulating qi, and Dr. Mo left a panacea, no matter what kind of condition it is. Temporarily restrain. Relying on the potential of the medicinal power to inspire people, let the human body make fine adjustments, at least not to be destroyed by this chaotic internal breath. Dai Junchou has been in a coma since just now, but although the person is fainted, his internal breath fluctuates violently, and there are signs of collapse in his body at any time.
Tang Mengli also tried to rely on his inner breath to help Dai Junchou guide the direction of his inner breath, but his inner strength disappeared without a trace as soon as he entered Dai Junchou's body. It was the same again, Tang Mengli only felt that Feng's inner breath was like an extremely sharp knife, rotating at high speed to mix all the foreign breath into powder, and then assimilate it. My breath is not strong enough to be effective at all. Seeing Dai Junchou's breath getting more and more urgent, and the pained look on her face getting stronger and stronger, Miss Tang was helpless, wishing she could take the place of Junchou and suffer.
Since the start of Dai Junchou's Generation Funding World, the alarm has never been reminded. So much so that Dou Muqi was stunned for half a minute when he heard the distinctive ringtone of the mobile phone, then grabbed his clothes and wore slippers and rushed out the door. As soon as he rushed out of the corridor, he felt that the slippers were getting in the way, so he flung them and went directly to the wall. Regardless of everyone's shocked eyes, he flew directly over the wall and rushed towards Dai Junchoi's Tea House. The old vegetable seller only felt that a dark shadow passed over his head, but the dust had long been gone.
"What's the matter?" Dou Muqi walked into the teahouse through the back door with bare feet. His aura was enough to cover a range of ten meters. Everyone in the range had their own unique inner aura. The inner aspiration of the monarch raised himself. He couldn't be more familiar, with the guidance of his inner breath, he turned the window directly and rushed to Dai Junchou's side.
"It's not good, I look like a sign of getting caught up in the exercises. I didn't eat anything just now. I just drank a cup of tea. I checked and it was not poisoned." Tang Mengli briefly introduced the situation. She was already square. There is a mess, and I just hope that Dou Mu Hao can do something.
"I want to do the work, you come to protect the law. Wait, first notify Jing Lao to come over." As Dou Muqi took out the phone, he directly pressed a key, and the pre-stored emergency text message was sent out. He believed that Old Man Jing would definitely arrive as quickly as possible. Before that, it was his job to save this kid's life.
"Understood." Tang Mengli stabilized his mind, and walked out the door with his Emei thorn in his hand. After covering the door, he sat down cross-legged. With her, no one would even want to enter this door!
Dou Muqi helped Feng up and put his hands against Feng's back, and the vigorous Buddhism true power was continuously transmitted to Feng's body. Different from Tang Meng’s zhenqi, Doumuqi’s zhenqi presents a six-yao image, which is gentle and peaceful, like layers of mucus. It captures Feng’s internal force one by one, and then firmly binds it to overcome the rigidity with softness. The sharp knife entered the cotton pile and couldn't be used. Dou Mu Hao wanted to limit Feng's indiscriminate conflict with his internal strength far surpassing Feng's, and he must persist until Jing Lao came here. According to his estimation, in four hours, Mr. Jing should have arrived no matter what.