In Ma Zan’s camp, after Wu Zheng’s hurried rescue, Ma Zan and Teng Cangkong’s fortune-telling were rescued from the hands of Wang Ye, but the injuries of these two were completely paralyzed. ** out.
There has been an improvement, everything is developing in a good direction, but now it is back to the original point.
Wu Zheng gazed at the wine jar in front of him with anger, and the Teng Cang Kong who was lying on the side flickered, as if looking at Wu Zheng with no face, he could only turn his head to look at Ma Zan on the other side.
Ma Zan is now in a coma again, but this time he is not worried about flying into the sky, because Wu Zheng is beside him! Now this guy has achieved a blind trust in Wu Zheng's medical skills, thinking that there is no illness that Wu Zheng can't solve.
"I said eldest brother! You just want to do it yourself, why do you want to get the prince?" Wu Zheng swept the half jar of wine to the ground in an angry manner.
Wu Zheng didn’t really want to get angry, but was destroying the corpses. The wine in this jar was not a good wine, but the ones that Ma Zan and Murong Jing walked away from his home when the autumn hunting began. The high-level wine of the powder, the Rejuvenating powder here is the exclusive secret recipe of the old bustard in the Qianyanlou, even a martial arts master like Wu Qian can pour medicine, let alone his two serious injuries.
If this is to let these two people know that the reason why they are doing this now is because they have poured medicine into the wine, can he not settle accounts with himself
Teng Cangkong said: "Understood, isn't it just a drink? Is it necessary to make such a big fire?"
"Isn't it? For you, it may be just a glass of wine, but for Ma Zan, it is a life. Is Ma Zan's life without you?"
"I... I'm just heartbroken by this jar of good wine."
"Then what do you want to do now?" Wu Zheng said irritably.
"Am I okay?" Teng Cangkong asked with a puzzled expression.
"You are good, then do you know that your prince is now half-footed into the palace of the king of the hades?"
Leaving the sky in a daze, he said, "Old Wu, don't scare me, are you doing something wrong with this?"
"Have I said that I'm flat?"
"This... how is this possible? I think the prince's injury was heavier than today. You can bring him back. Why didn't it happen today?"
"The set of magic needles that my master gave me is so amazing. I don’t say you have seen it yourself, but there is a flaw in this magic needle. I found that it can’t be reused on one person, so I just used the needle. In other words, although it is not without effect, the effect is obviously not as good as last time."
"His Royal Highness..."
Wu Zheng shook his head and said, "Look at good luck!"
"Old Wu, Master Wu, you can't just leave it alone!"
"Now I know I regret it? What did you do early? Wait! If he can wake up tomorrow morning, then it's fine. If he doesn't wake up, please prepare for the funeral! By the way, does Ma Zan have a son?"
"You... What are you asking about?" Teng Cangkong looked at Wu Zheng with a vigilant expression.
Wu Zheng said irritably, "What do you mean by looking at me like this? I mean if he doesn't have a son, then he should ask Da Khan to give him a younger brother as soon as possible! Otherwise, Khan and his family will be end of life. ."
"You... Is this really as serious as you said?"
Wu Zheng sighed and said, "Is it as serious as I said? See you tomorrow morning."
After speaking, Wu Zheng left Ma Zan's camp, leaving Teng Cangkong alone and staring at the shaking door curtain.
If he was still in fear because of Wu Zheng's presence before, then now his whole body is full of regrets, and he never thought that he was just drinking a glass of wine, how could he make things like this.
At night Wu Zheng was the same as usual, sitting on the top of the mountain with Xiao Qiao to bask in the moon. The sun went out for more than half a month, which made the autumn tiger, who was late because of the autumn rain, finally come, but the mountain top has a clear view of the coolness. Windy, it is a good place to cool off from the summer heat.
Sitting here, you can see the bonfires piled up in the camps on both sides of the blood sand ditch like stars in the sky, the two camps are transparently illuminated, and a few people can be seen occasionally on the hills not far away. It was Wu Zheng who went out. Scout, what is most important on the battlefield
Of course it’s the news. Knowing yourself and the enemy is not dead, but it’s not about being informed... (End of this chapter)