After a casual chat, it was almost eight o'clock. Chu Qing had to go to school, and he didn't want to be called a parent. But with him looking like this, how could Ye Chenxi and the two of them let him go with confidence
Chu Qing had no choice but to take off the gauze on his chest to prove that he was really fine. The gauze was untied, and the wound, which was originally as big as the mouth of a bowl and showed deep bones, had now flattened out and no bones were visible.
The pink and tender flesh buds covered Chu Qing's chest, and there were miraculously no scabs. If you look closely, you can faintly see the golden light flickering, which is spiritual energy.
Ye Chenxi blinked, and after confirming again and again that he saw it correctly, he called Chu Qing a pervert, grabbed Chu Qing and asked, "Are you still a human being? It's just that Wangchuan can't kill you, but your recovery ability is so strong?"
Chu Qing's head was full of black lines and he said depressedly: "Do you want me to be beaten to death?"
"No," Ye Chenxi shook his head and suddenly asked, "How did you prevent the Wangchuan warhead from spreading?"
In addition to its corrosive properties, the most terrible thing about the power of Wangchuan is that when the warhead enters the body, it will explode into powder and spread around. Once it spreads to half of the body, it will really be difficult for even gods to save. .
People who are hit by Wangchuan will definitely die unless they cut off the injured part as soon as possible. However, the Wangchuan warhead spreads so fast that few people can completely remove Wangchuan. Therefore, people who are hit by Wangchuan are basically certain to die. , the remaining exceptions are destined to lie in hospital beds for the rest of their lives, suffering from the poison of Forgotten River. But Chu Qing's behavior is obviously not within that category.
Recalling Chu Qing's injury last night, Chu Qing clearly suppressed the spread of Wangchuan. In other words, he trapped Wangchuan at the wound. Ye Chenxi wanted to know how Chu Qing did it.
"Haha, it's easy. Do you want to learn?" Chu Qing said while getting dressed.
Ye Chenxi looked suspicious: "No way, no one has figured out how to restrain Wangchuan so far. If you really know how to do it, wouldn't it be..."
Ye Chenxi did not say the next words because it was too unimaginable.
"I really know how to do it. Do you want to learn?" Chu Qing said honestly.
"Are you really willing to teach me?" Ye Chenxi was a little flattered. How much is this method worth? That goes without saying.
"Well, I'll teach you later. I'll go to school first, otherwise I'll be late." Chu Qing patted Ye Chenxi on the shoulder and hurried out.
Ye Chenxi reacted belatedly. When he wanted to see Chu Qing off, Chu Qing had disappeared. Ye Chenxi felt empty in his heart. Ye Chenxi admired this little man who made people look up to him. This was probably Feeling conquered.
As soon as Chu Qing went out, he called home to report that he was safe. Needless to say, at this time, his absence at home must have been discovered. Inevitably, he received a scolding, and Chu's father threatened to spank Chu Qing when Chu Qing came home.
There was no other way, so Chu Qing could only act like a good boy, humbly admit his mistake, and in his heart, he greeted the eighteenth generation of the war commander and his ancestors. After hanging up the phone, Chu Qing realized that he was sweating nervously on the bridge of his nose. You must know that he was not nervous at all when he faced the military supervisor last night.
When they got to school, class monitor Song Chaoran came to collect homework. Chu Qing didn't even bring her schoolbag, so where did she get any homework? She could only smile shyly and beg for mercy: "My class monitor Song, look at me leaving the house in a hurry today." , I didn’t even bring my schoolbag, so..."
"Stop talking nonsense and hand in your homework quickly." Song Chaoran was such a conscientious person, how could he be fooled by Chu Qing's few words.
"I really didn't bring my school bag."
"Really?" Song Chaoran was dubious.
"Really." Chu Qing answered honestly.
"Get out of the way, let me take a look." Song Chaoran said, already moving his head in front of Chu Qing.
Chu Qing stepped aside unhurriedly and let Song Chaoran check his desk pocket. Song Chaoran took a quick look and confirmed that Chu Qing did not bring his schoolbag, and then hurriedly straightened up, as if there was some savage beast in Chu Qing's desk pocket.