What does it mean to make up lies?

Jia Simiao didn't understand. Could it be that he had a deceiving face? The joke is, how honest and pure a person he is.

Before he could speak, Liu Jingchen said, "He is a disciple of our Yin-Chengyi Sect. What's wrong? Isn't it okay?"

He was stunned again, and Du Fengchun smiled and said, "How can it not work? I just can't figure it out, why have you even changed your appetite in the past few years when I was not in the Yin-Chengyu Medicine School?"

What do you mean is that Liu Jingchen, the old cow, eats young grass?

For the sake of the third party, Du Fengchun betrayed Liu Jingchen, and she could tolerate it.

For the third party, Du Fengchun asked Liu Jingchen to give up the game, and she could endure it.

Now, he said that Liu Jingchen had an affair with Jia Simiao, and she... can she hold back this kind of thing? When Jia Simiao was taken over, Liu Jingchen was a little worried, afraid that someone would be there.

He can gossip. After all, he is the only man in the Yin-Supering Medicine Sect.

When a man and a woman are together, many romantic events will be heard.

What if a man is with a group of women? Even spitting can drown people.

If others said it, there was nothing. Liu Jingchen would have been mentally prepared. But this person was her former man? He came to hurt her again and again. What did he think? Liu Jingchen was very excited.

Even the hand holding the chopsticks trembled and shouted, "Du Fengchun, what did you say?"

"What, don't you understand?"

"I didn't understand."

"Uh, I think it's okay to do it, it's no big deal. Why bother to hide it?"

"You...get out of here."

"How can you speak like this? Be gentle, be gentle, you are just too confused."

Liu Jingchen's face turned pale, and Jia Simiao asked, "Master, do you want arms, legs, half a life, or the whole life?"

"I want him to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair."

"clear."

Jia Simiao nodded and asked with a smile: "You are Du Fengchun, right?"

What legs and arms? Du Fengchun said: "Yes, it's me."

"I want to talk to you alone?"

"Talk me? I have nothing to talk to you."

"No?"

"No."

"Oh well."

Suddenly, Jia Simiao went up and kicked Du Fengchun's lower body with a punch. He screamed in pain, his legs tightly clamped, his whole body was shaking, and his sweat was as big as beans.

The beads drip down their foreheads and may fall down at any time.

Jia Simiao said: "Originally, I wanted to find a place where no one was, and I would give you some face. This is what you asked for. The monk wants his legs."

"Okay."

This time, the only ones who came to Wenren Villa with Jia Simiao were Monk Hu and Wu Ameng. Beside him, Monk Hu had long been unable to sit still. When he heard Jia Simiao's words, he jumped up and touched him.

He held his bald head and shouted, "I hate those men who are so arrogant and have a crush on me," he said.

Du Fengchun took two steps back and said in a trembling voice: "What do you...what do you want to do?"

Monk Hu pulled out the iron rod and said with a slight smile: "What do you think I can do? Break your legs."

"Don't do anything random...ah~~~"

Is it working?

If this is put on someone else, he might be able to let Du Fengchun go. But this person is Monk Hu? This guy is reckless and has a serious murder. Jia Simiao's words are just the same as the imperial edict. Isn't it just two legs?

It was a very simple thing, he didn't even hesitate and hit Du Fengchun's calves.

Crack! With Du Fengchun's scream, his calves were directly interrupted by Monk Hu.

There were many people in the cafeteria, all of whom were attracted by Monk Hu and Du Fengchun. What happened? What happened? Why did you eat and fight? Monk Hu ignored these things and took big strides and left again.

He came up and grinned, "How is it? It feels good to have broken legs, right?"

Why is this man so cruel? He dares to hit people like this in broad daylight? Blood flowed out along Du Fengchun's trouser legs and soaked a large piece of it red.

He crawled backwards and screamed in tears: "Help, help."

Mr. Wen Ren shouted: "Monk, stop now."

Stop? Just kidding, Monk Hu only listened to Jia Simiao's words, and the rest were heard. He took two steps forward, and then another stick, slapped Du Fengchun's "leg".

"Ah..." Du Fengchun screamed again, his legs twitched violently as if they were sieve chaff, and finally fainted. Between his legs, blood flowed out, soaking his crotch.

The people present, including Jia Simiao, were confused.

Jia Simiao said anxiously: "Hi, monk, didn't I ask you to break his legs? I didn't say anything, would you let him ruin him?"

Monk Hu thrust his head and shouted, "Yes, did I break his legs?"

"Uh, I didn't say I broke his third leg?"

"Then I misunderstood..."

Monk Hu sneered twice and said, "Anyway, I've beaten you, I deserve it. I'm sorry, let's see how he will harm the woman in the future."

How can you harm me? It’s all a matter of whether Du Fengchun can survive. Jia Simiao was about to go up and check Du Fengchun’s injuries. If he still has any help, he should rescue him quickly and don’t kill anyone. Who would have thought that

Old Master Wen Ren rushed up and scolded, "Jia Simiao, you are willing to commit suicide in public. Why don't you go to the police station with me?"

Jia Simiao was quite innocent and asked, "What? I instigated my subordinates to commit crimes? Who is my subordinate?"

"Isn't this monk the same?"

"Monk? I don't know him."

"You really don't know each other?"

“Don’t know.”

"Okay, don't blame me for being rude."

Old Buddha Wenren jumped over and rushed towards Monk Hu. Monk Hu did not fight back, but turned around and ran away. Female disciples from Miaozhen, Miaoxiang, Miaoyu and other female disciples of the Yin Medicine Sect rushed forward, blocking Old Buddha Wenren's way.

There are so many dozens of women...women, a man fell among the pile of women, smelling the fragrance, and looking at the convex and straight figure, it really makes people imagine

, I'm ready to be strong.

Seeing Monk Hu escape further and further, Old Buddha Wen Ren shouted, "You all dodge."

Yu Chun smiled and said, "Grandma Wenren, what do you mean? Do you mean that after we have enough food, we can't stand up and find a place to rest?"

"Yes, we just need to rest."

"Rest... Then you let the way out?"

"We are asking you to shout, there is no demeanor of the Empress Dowager at all... Ah, junior brother, what are you doing?"

The girls screamed in dismay, covering their eyes, or turning around.

What's wrong? Wen Ren turned around and saw that Jia Simiao had taken off Du Fengchun's pants. Now Du Fengchun has only a pair of bloody underwear left. Blood flows down his thighs

, dyed the ground a large area red. His face was pale, and he was lying on the ground and fainted.

Jia Simiao said in a lost voice: "Oh, his life is going to be gone. Master Wen Ren, you are skilled in medicine, come and see it."

"ah?"

If this is spread, how could Mr. Wen Ren begs? He didn't care about catching monk Hu anymore, and turned around to rescue Du Fengchun. Du Fengchun's pulse was weak, and the frequency of beating was very slow.

With blood loss, my whole body seemed to have been taken away at once.

It's no wonder that a man can no longer do men's things, that's too cheap. Do you still have to go to Banana Club to be a moneyboy? In an instant, he fell from heaven and hell. I guess there were not many people who could withstand such heavy weight in their hearts.

The blow.

Old Buddha Wen Ren took out a few silver needles and stabbed them into several acupoints of Du Fengchun. His five fingers formed claws and printed them on Du Fengchun's Yintang acupoint. Is this the big hand seal of Buddhism? Could it be that he is

Use internal strength to help Du Fengchun cross the acupoint? Jia Simiao also cross the acupoints, but he has to use golden needles to cross the acupoints. Whether this can be done with internal strength alone is the same thing, so he will not be stupid.

Xidi used this method to consume too much of his own energy.

There are no three or five days to recover.

Finally, Du Fengchun nodded and woke up.

Jia Simiao asked kindly: "Du Fengchun, how do you feel?"

Du Fengchun struggled and looked at his lower body. It was probably because he tried to move twice, but the thing didn't react at all. His tears came down and he asked, "I... my little one."

Baby's, how are you?"

"Little baby? What kind of baby?"
To be continued...