Chapter 974
As soon as this happened, Shiva ran away to Sun Simiao’s small bamboo house.
After a while, Sun Simiao and Ouyang Xun and the others hurried over after hearing about Zhang Feng, and Cheng Chumo and the others hurriedly put Zhang Feng on the bed. .
However, Zhang Feng screamed loudly as soon as he touched the bed board. Sun Simiao complexion sank glared at Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Gong lying on the ground, but Ouyang Xun normally didn’t look the most I'm not used to Zhang Feng, but when I heard that Zhang Feng had an accident, Yuchi Gong was the culprit.
As soon as he entered the door, he fiercely kicked Yuchi Gong's butt fiercely.
As soon as Sun Simiao arrived, he drove everyone out, and the average took Yuchi Gong out. Only he and Zhang Feng were in the small wood house.
Outside the wood house, everyone has a gloomy face.
Cheng Yaojin even carried his hands behind his back, clenched his fists, and sighed in front of the small wood house.
He knows the strength of Yuchi Gong very well. That guy has been holding a lamb in his hand, and he can crush it for you.
How hard is this?
Zhang Feng's neck, can the lamb's head be strong?
Meteor Hammer is in his hand, as light as nothing, what are other people's Meteor Hammers?
A dozen catties are amazing, but this Meteor Hammer weighs 40 catties!
How much strength can this kind of hand strength be under the agitated mind just now? Just look at Zhang Feng's neck and arms.
In case this youngster is really setback, everyone here, according to the tempers of His Imperial Majesty and Retired Emperor, it would be a weird thing not to kill everyone!
But this cannot be completely blamed on Yuchi Gong. This old youngster is also sad because of that incident. Yuchi Gong Niu Jinda,
and Li Jing, a few people and I have been a partner for many years, and everyone knows what tempers these are.
So everyone chose not to touch the things that year.
I watched more than 700 brothers from the same village, staring at their eyes, holding weapons, and frozen into ice sculptures in front of my eyes. I couldn't stand it personally.
That's how the iron man, in the heart, left a lingering shadow forever.
And in the room.
When Sun Simiao took off all Zhang Feng’s clothes, he couldn’t help but startled, and his face was gloomy and dripping with water.
Zhang Feng saw it and insisted on his pain. "Elder Sun, don’t get angry, it’s nothing."
"It’s okay? It’s all hurt like this, but you still say it’s okay? How big is your heart? Let’s take a break from now on. If you want to talk, the old man needs to give the needle. First, get through the bloodlines of your two arms!"
While speaking, Sun Simiao took out his box of silver needles, which is comparable to a barbecue sign. About to stab, Zhang Feng hurriedly shouted: "Wait first, I will show you a good thing. Rub that thing on your body. This thing can be said to be a good baby. It is magical for anti-inflammatory, invigorating blood and disinfecting!"
Sun Simiao didn't want to pay attention to Zhang Feng, so he glanced at the oil lamp with the silver needle and was about to pierce Zhang Feng down. Zhang Feng, who was frightened, dodges again and again.
"Elder Sun, you believe in youngster once, how can youngster use his own life to fool around?"
"These are all things youngster prepared early, that stuff It’s called Ethyl Alcohol. It’s a good baby extracted from white wine."
Sun Simiao studied white wine at the beginning. As long as this thing is ignited with fire, it is used on a person, rubbed and beaten vigorously. The miraculous effect of promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, at this time, Zhang Feng said that there was something good, and frowned: "Why didn't you say it earlier? You should take it out at one point!"
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Zhang Feng was afraid of Elder Sun, so he hurriedly sat up, struggling to sit up, and then said with his mouth to the shoe box he created, "The youngster has inconvenience with his hands and feet. Please also ask Elder Sun to help the youngster take it out. It’s in the dark under the shoe box."
Although Sun Simiao is a little suspicious, Zhang Feng's painful suck in a cold breath at this time still makes Zhang Feng a little unbearable.
Clenched the teeth, Sun Simiao lowered his head to look for it. Sure enough, when the shoe box was pulled out, the sound of a door bolt rang out.
Then Sun Simiao's hand was lifted up vigorously, and under the shoe box, a hidden compartment appeared, and there was a burst of wine scent inside.
The secret compartment is about half the size of the bed, but there are about seven or eight jars of fine wine in neat and tidy.
Take a look, Sun Simiao glanced at Zhang Feng, Zhang Feng sneered: "This is my last inventory, there is really no white wine... By the way, I drew a circle with red paint The jar with the words Ethyl Alcohol is Ethyl Alcohol, don’t make a mistake..."
Sun Simiao didn’t say anything. He picked up a few fist sized small wine jars next to a big jar, I took five of them and put them in my arms. After taking out an altar, I first knocked on the mud and took a sip, then slowly covered the hidden compartment and asked: "How do I use this thing?"
"Let’s try to put it like that kind of liquor, slap it, or rub it?"
Zhang Feng said briefly: "Knead first, and then wait for the body to heat up, then perform the slapping effect. Better, do you have a smaller one. For example, do you have silver needles that are as thick as your hair?"
Sun Simiao found the largest silver needle from the box full of silver needles and looked at it. Zhang Feng asked: "No, do you want to puncture the blood and let it go? Or do you just make him hurt?"
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