Zhui Feng suddenly felt a cold wind swirling above his head. When he looked up, he saw a flock of crows flying over his head.
Qingfeng smiled at Zhui Feng, took the bundle from Mingyue's hand, and walked to Zhui Feng.
"Brother, your name is Zhui Feng, right? My name is Qingfeng. Our names are really similar. We sound like brothers." He said with a smile.
Zhui Feng thought, yes, what a coincidence.
He didn't like to talk much in front of strangers, so he just nodded.
"Brother Zhui Feng, the Kung Fu you just performed was really good. I can't match it. With Brother Zhui Feng protecting my master along the way, I will feel more at ease."
Zhui Feng said "hmm" again.
"My master has never been out of the Valley of Divine Doctors. During this trip, I cannot accompany him to take care of him, so I can only ask Brother Zhui Feng to take good care of my master." Qingfeng said with a sincere look.
Zhui Feng thought: Needless to say!
If I can invite a miracle doctor to return to Beijing, I will worship him like a Bodhisattva along the way, and I will not lose even a hair of his skin!
"Okay!" He replied happily.
"This is my master's accompanying baggage. Please put it away, Brother Zhuifeng. Thank you for your hard work, Brother Zhuifeng." Qingfeng handed the baggage to him and smiled gratefully at him.
For some reason, Zhui Feng always felt that this disciple named Qing Feng had a weird smile, something sinister about him.
He thought to himself, it was just taking care of a lame man with inconvenient legs and feet, so why bother
"It's not hard work." He took the baggage and carried it on his back.
Later he realized that his idea was completely wrong.
The young man in sackcloth glanced at him and said calmly: "Is your name Zhui Feng?"
"Yes, Mr. Miracle Doctor." Zhui Feng replied respectfully.
He perked up and his eyes sparkled.
This is the number one miracle doctor in the world. He actually knows his name and takes the initiative to talk to him, which makes him feel a little complacent.
"I'm used to being served by others, but these three disciples have to stay in the valley, so I'm afraid I will trouble you."
Zhui Feng was stunned by the Mai Yi boy's words.
"No trouble, no trouble, Mr. Miracle Doctor, just give me your instructions if you need anything."
"Very good, then you will be responsible for my food and daily life along the way."
"Don't worry, Mr. Miracle Doctor, Zhuifeng will definitely take good care of you."
"That's good, why bother? Let's get on our way."
The boy in linen clothes pressed on the armrest, and the chair slid into the carriage lightly and nimbly.
Xiaoru looked at this magical chair and opened his mouth curiously.
"Mr. Miracle Doctor, why do you have two wheels on your chair?" She was a child at heart and couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, not paying attention to the cold face of the Mai Yi boy.
The boy in Mai didn't pay attention. He pressed his right hand somewhere and heard a soft sound, and the chair began to change.
Xiaoru's eyes almost popped out.
She watched helplessly as the ordinary chair turned into a bed before her eyes, and the boy in linen lay flat on the bed that the chair had turned into, closing his eyes.
"Is this a magic trick? Miss, tell me quickly, is this my eyesight?"
Xiaoru rubbed his eyes vigorously, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Although she had long known that this young man in linen clothes was very powerful in machine skills and that his chair was extraordinary, Shen Ning was also deeply shocked when she saw this scene.