Wang Ming helplessly looked at Huo Gong Tou Tuo going crazy every day, shook his head, and put down his chopsticks and stopped eating, leaving Zhang Wuji alone to eat hot pot.

After Wang Ming left, Zhang Wuji quietly raised his head, with an incomprehensible expression on his face, and whispered:

"What I don't understand is that women are menstruating. My father taught me this when I was on Ice and Fire Island."

"My father said that women are at their worst at this time and should never be provoked."

"Humph, I know very well. My mother also said that at this time, if a man can speak kind words and take care of her, he is the best at winning a woman's heart."

Let’s say that Wang Ming rode a battery car and took some time to return to the modern world.

When he came back, it was already dark. Zhang Wuji hadn't returned to the cave yet, and he didn't know which cave he was hiding in to refine the cold poison. Recently, as his Nine Yang Divine Art became more and more powerful, he refined the cold poison.

The time is getting longer and longer, but the effect is getting better and better.

Wang Ming entered the cave and saw Xiao Zhao lying on the grass bed with his back turned and resting on his side. There was also a pungent herbal smell. This herbal smell was actually more to cover up the smell of blood on his body.

He walked over and threw a bag of white things over.

Xiao Zhao grabbed the white stuff, tore open the packaging bag, turned around, and looked over it again and again.

"Hey, this doesn't seem to be food. Why did you give me this paper..."

Wang Ming turned his head without looking, turned his back, and walked out of the cave.

"Go and study it yourself, Xiao Zhao, you are so smart, you should figure it out soon."

"I'll watch the door for you at the entrance of the cave. You can quickly change it yourself."

"By the way, in your situation, it would have been better to drink a cup of brown sugar water. I went back to lie down and was pressed for time, so I had to buy you a cup of red bean milk tea. I think the effect will be the same."

"I put the milk tea here, you can drink it later."

Xiao Zhao was confused and began to study the white thing in his hand. He turned it over and over, and compared it with the simplified Chinese characters and patterns on the packaging bag, and then he understood what was going on.

Suddenly, his pale face turned red with embarrassment.

"Why, why is there such a thing?"

Xiao Zhao stood up and walked into the depths of the cave. He took off his clothes carefully, and after a soft cry, he put on something white. Xiao Zhao stood up straight. The previous feeling of slippery discomfort was gone, and he suddenly felt relaxed.

many.

Then she found the red bean milk tea left by Wang Ming. It was still warm in her hand. After inserting the straw, the warm and sweet milky sweetness mixed with the red beans entered her mouth, and a feeling of happiness emerged spontaneously.

Xiao Zhao looked at Wang Ming who was guarding the door behind his back outside the cave. Looking at his back, the blush on his face became even worse.

"How can this person be so considerate..."

She was holding milk tea and calling Wang Ming

"Hey!... Mr. Wang, come in."

After speaking, the voice became softer again.

It's not good to call him "Feed" all the time. It's better to call him Wang Gongzi.

When Wang Ming heard Xiao Zhao calling him in, he laughed out loud:

"Xiao Zhao, how are you now? Do you feel better?"

Xiao Zhao lowered his head and hummed softly: "It's much better."

She moved the straw in her hand and asked softly:

"What is the name of the sweet water in this cup?"

"This, this is red bean milk tea. The girls here like to drink this the most, and the boys also like it."

"What's that white thing called again?"

"That's called a sanitary napkin, it's specially used by women when they have menstrual inconvenience."

"Thank you, Mr. Wang."

"You're welcome. I'm a little uncomfortable with you being so polite."

"You're not feeling well right now, so be careful and don't get wet in cold water these days."

"Hmm..." Xiao Zhao hummed softly.

"Xiao Zhao understands. Thank you very much, Mr. Wang."

"By the way, talking about this sanitary napkin, I thought of a joke for you to make you happy."

"Okay, Prince Wang, please tell me."

Xiao Zhao was sipping red bean milk tea, her mouth was sweet, and her heart seemed to be sweet too.

How come this prince is so considerate and knows how to tell jokes to make me happy.

"Speaking of which, a long time ago there was a vampire who met God one day..."

"Vampire? God? I didn't expect the young master to know about this Western god."

Xiao Zhao's biological mother, the Dragon King in Purple Shirt, is a Persian saint. She must know about vampires and God, so Xiao Zhao must also know about it.

"On this day the vampire prays to God: God, God, can you grant my wish?"

"God said: OK, what do you want?"

"The vampire said: My wish is to suck the blood of a pure woman so that such a woman can't live without me. It's best if she has a pair of white wings like an angel."

"God said: OK, I promise you!"

"Change!"

"So, this vampire became a sanitary napkin..."

"Hahahahaha... How about it, is it funny or not? Haha..."

Snap!

A crisp slap sounded.

Xiao Zhao slapped Wang Ming's face in shame and anger. The last time it was the right cheek, but this time it was the left cheek.

"A perverted thief! You are a perverted thief! Get out! Get out!!!"

"Get out!!!"

Wang Ming was dumbfounded.

"Why, isn't this joke funny? Many people died laughing when I told it to them..."

…

It's a new day.

On this day, Huo Gong Tutuo helped Wang Ming move his energy and qi, and successfully practiced the fifth level of Nine Yang Magic.

Wang Ming saw with his own eyes the sweat on Huo Gong Toutuo's forehead that he had no time to hide.

Wang Ming guessed something.

"Old guy, are you dying? These days, you have taught Zhang Wuji the exercises in the morning and you have taught them to me in the afternoon. The consumption is really too great. Isn't it possible that you can't recover?"

Huo Gong Tutuo groaned: "What's wrong? I'm very good at it."

Wang Ming didn't believe it: "You look like you're sweating, and you're still pretending?"

"The Nine Yang Divine Art does have the characteristic of endless life, but it cannot be infinite. If the consumption is higher than the recovery, it will definitely be drained."

"How about? You can rest for a few days first."

Huo Gong Tutuo snorted angrily: "No! I don't need to rest. I'm very good. My Nine Yang Magic is endless, so I don't need to rest!"

"Get out! Get out! Get out! If you don't want me to teach you the Kung Fu, I won't teach it to you yet. You should regret it."

Huo Gong Tutuo scolded Wang Ming until he spat on his face before driving the big rock ball away.

Wang Mingneng could clearly see that the rolling speed of the big rock ball was much slower.

He was right in guessing that Huo Gong Tou Tuo's recovery speed had long been slower than the consumption speed, and it was even struggling these days.

After Huo Gong Tutuo left, Wang Ming found Xiao Zhao.

"Xiao Zhao, Zhang Wuji is back. Ask him to come to me and discuss anything with him."

Xiao Zhao asked: "What do you want from him?"

Zhang Wuji's attitude towards Wang Ming has always been one of respect but not closeness.

And as Zhang Wuji's Nine Sun Magic Skills increased, his attitude also changed subtly. He became less and less respectful, and was never more cordial.

Until now, some of them are just polite, as if they are familiar strangers.

Recently, there has been a little bit of hostility, and Xiao Zhao was only vaguely aware of it.
Chapter completed!