Chapter 1017: The daughter of the sinner conquers the Jagged God of War 16

Chapter 1017: The daughter of the sinner conquers the Jagged God of War 16

Rongrong combed her flower buds, her eyes were as black as black gems, her cheeks were flushed, and a red sash was tied around her waist, exuding a youthful and lively air all over her body.

Liu Qilang was wearing a dark blue short shirt, his hair was tied with a wooden hairpin, and he was dangling with a small half of the herb in his hand.

After being questioned by Shu Ange, the two looked at each other again, Rongrong bit her lip, twisted the corner of her clothes and asked, "Master, when are we leaving Longtan Town?"

Her hair was slightly yellow, her eyelashes were sparse and slender, her face was flushed red, and she bowed her head slightly embarrassedly.

Liu Qilang folded his arms and asked, "Yeah, class leader, we've stopped here for more than a month, when can we go to Los Angeles?"

Longtan Town is not a big place, and Yuheban stayed here for more than a month, and it cost money to eat, drink, and chew. Although there were three days of performances in the middle, they were all given back to the villagers in friendship, and they did not receive a few money.

The Yuhe class didn't make any money, and it was all subsidized by the white class owner. The big guys felt uncomfortable. Liu Qilang and Rongrong were the youngest and volunteered to come to Shu Ange to talk about it.

"Longtan Town has beautiful scenery and beautiful scenery. If you are bored, you can play together in the capital. Young Master Zhong will have to recover from illness for a while, and we are afraid that we will have to delay for a while."

After Shu Ange finished speaking, Rongrong let out a long sigh, with regret in her innocent little eyes.

Liu Qilang had a bitter face, and habitually put the herbal medicine in his mouth, biting bitterly, and spit it out again and again.

"Master Bai, isn't Zhong Gongzi's illness already cured?"

Before Shu Ange could answer, Zhao Pu suddenly rushed over from the next door and shouted profusely, "Master Bai, my master suddenly fainted."

Dihua fainted?

Shu Ange's eyes narrowed and he hurriedly said, "Don't panic, I'll go right over."

It stands to reason that Zhong Chenghao's intracranial congestion should have completely dissipated, but he still has a little congestion in his skull now, and his memory is also intermittent.

Haste is not enough, Shu Ange understands this truth, and is not worried because of it, and still treats him step by step.

Now Zhong Chenghao suddenly fainted, Zhao Pu looked panicked again, and Shu Ange raised his heart.

She rushed into the room in a hurry, Zhong Chenghao was lying on the bed, two thick eyebrows made his face paler.

This is a somewhat unfamiliar face of Shu Ange. She has seen Zhong Chenghao's disguised appearance, but she has never seen his face after he has completely washed off the disguised powder.

After Zhao Pu closed the door, he realized that King Huo had not changed his face.

He didn't care too much, and asked anxiously: "Master Bai, I will tell you the details of my master's disguise later. Now, please take a look at why the master fainted."

"Don't worry, you don't need to worry about easy things, and Bai is not a real person."

While talking to Zhao Pu, Shu Ange took Zhong Chenghao's pulse.

His pulse was disordered and his blood was retrograde, and his condition was very bad. If Shu Ange guessed correctly, Zhong Chenghao was probably trying to use his internal energy before.

She secretly said in her heart that he was too impatient, but the person was already in a coma, and it would be useless to pursue it further.

Shu Ange has only been on this plane for more than two months, and he has only developed a superficial foundation in internal strength, and he can only rely on others for his skills.

She looked at Zhao Pu and asked slowly, "How is your internal strength?"

"Internal strength? My inner kung fu is not as good as the outer kung fu, and I can probably rank second-rate in the rivers and lakes."

The second-rate is also better than the internal strength she has just developed. Shu Ange nodded to straighten Zhong Chenghao's body and instructed Zhao Pu: "Zhong Gongzi's breath is disordered in his body. I will perform acupuncture for him later. It regulates the inner breath."

"Okay, everything is arranged by the white class leader."

As he said, Zhao Pu sat cross-legged according to Shu Ange's words, and then according to her instructions, put his hand on King Huo's back to adjust his internal breath.

"Keep calm and get rid of all selfish thoughts."

Shu Ange calmly reminded Zhao Pu of Zhao Pu before he performed his power.

Time passed bit by bit, Zhong Chenghao's chaotic inner breath was finally smoothed out, and Zhao Pu was sweating unknowingly.

Shu Ange's acupuncture was also over. She pulled out the last golden needle, breathed a sigh of relief, and helped Zhong Chenghao to lie down on the bed.

"Master Zhong's intracranial congestion has dissipated."

Zhao Pu raised his eyebrows in surprise, opened his mouth eagerly and asked, "Is this true? When will my master wake up after the bruise dissipates?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shu Ange hadn't answered yet, Zhong Chenghao, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes.

Zhong Chenghao's eyes were no different from before. When he lost his memory, his eyes were still resolute and steady, without the slightest sense of hesitation.

Shu Ange was not sure whether Zhong Chenghao had recovered his memory, so he asked tentatively, "Master Zhong, how are you feeling now? Do you remember anything?"

Zhong Chenghao took a deep look at Shu Ange, he remembered everything, all the comic strips from the past came to mind, and the battle career of swords, lights, swords, shadows, blood, and sand was particularly clear.

"There is a boss of the class, and I have already thought of the past."

Zhao Pu clasped his fists in both hands, his eyes were wide open with excitement, he jumped in place, and the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears.

"Great, great! Master, you have finally recovered your memory."

Since King Huo lost his memory, Zhao Pu had nothing on the surface, but his heart was about to become an ant on a hot pot.

There were constant disputes in the courtroom and riots in Weizhou, and he couldn't handle it as a little personal guard.

Regarding King Huo, all Zhao Pu knew was that he let himself know. He was staring blankly and couldn't say anything about the inside story and details of many things.

Zhao Pu was even more nervous than King Huo when he encountered a major event that required a decision, for fear that he would accidentally fall into the trap of others.

"That's good, congratulations to Mr. Zhong for recovering his memory."

Shu Ange smiled and thanked King Huo generously.

Zhao Pu remembered the exposure of King Huo's true appearance, glanced at Shu Ange with a guilty conscience, and mentioned carefully: "Master Bai, my master's identity is sensitive, I hope you will bear with me, and don't reveal my master's true appearance in front of outsiders."

When he said this request, Zhao Pu blushed and lowered his head in shame, for fear that Shu Ange would blame their master and servant for repeated deception.

"Brother Zhao, don't worry, Bai behaves in his own way and will not reveal Zhong Gongzi's appearance and whereabouts."

"Zhao Pu, I want to talk to the white class leader alone."

Zhong Chenghao said lightly, and Zhao Pu responded quickly and left the room.

The door was closed, Zhong Chenghao propped up the bed with his hands and sat up against the lead pillow.

He is not a picturesque handsome man, but by no means ugly.

Shu Ange looked at Zhong Chenghao carefully, he had a square face with Chinese characters, his nose was dangling like a sword, his eyebrows were bright, and his temples were engraved with the color of wind and frost. With just one look, he could convey a strong power.