No one can be a dog licker

Chapter 216 The Strong Do Not Talk About Fairness

Pharmacist Institute

"Hey hey hey! Your liver and gallbladder are torn apart, your lungs are shattered, and your hand was stitched up just a few days ago? Why are you sitting up?"

Eighth-rank pharmacist Hua Tingfeng stretched out his hand to stop Ye Qingwu from getting up: "If the sky falls, there will be someone taller to hold it up. Your top priority now is to heal your wounds, drink the medicine, and continue to sleep!"

"teacher……"

Before Ye Qingwu could utter anything in her hoarse voice, a bowl of medicine was suddenly forced into her mouth and she was forced back onto the bed.

"Sleep! If you insist on going out now, your foundation will be ruined and you will only be able to stop at the seventh rank forever. Do you understand?"

Ye Qingwu's eyes became sharper and she sat up stubbornly and stubbornly: "What Beiyuan needs now is a seventh-grade warrior, not the eighth or ninth grade in the future, right?

Teacher, I still have a grudge to take. Actually, you may not know that we in the Ye family do not allow revenge to be delayed overnight. "

Ye Qingwu's originally stunningly beautiful face now looked as if it was invaded by a demon. She just shook her head lightly and smiled.

The half of the face that was horribly corroded by snake venom was clearly revealed, and the remaining facial bones were flashing an eerie light in the sunlight, as if it was an evil ghost crawling out from the depths of hell.

Seeing that his obstruction seemed to be ineffective, Hua Tingfeng felt powerless and sad. He simply took out the bag full of pills and handed it to Ye Qingwu.

Then, he carefully put on her the mask that he had asked the forge to make carefully. The exquisite craftsmanship perfectly concealed her terrifying face, leaving only a pair of eyes that were still bright and determined.

Hua Tingfeng took a deep breath and then slowly spoke: "Come back alive... otherwise I will suffer a great loss."

Ye Qingwu nodded slightly, with a complex look flashing in her eyes, which was the cherishment of life and gratitude to the teacher.

……

"Teacher Qi, is Lin Yi still asleep?"

Yao Changjing stood outside the quiet room where Lin Yi was, looked up at the increasingly gloomy sky, and asked the old man who was in charge of the quiet room. He had white hair, a frail body, and shivered from time to time even when he was sitting there.

"Well, the more soundly he sleeps, the more stable his breath is. I'm afraid he will be at the sixth level when he wakes up. I don't know how he was raised, but hey, it's better than the ones we raise here."

Qi Guangrong spoke slowly. He showed no concern at all about the heavy rain and gloomy sky outside, the assembly on the training ground, and the depression of the whole school.

"Well, I wanted to take him with me, Mr. Qi, I'll leave first then."

Yao Changjing nodded helplessly, and then planned to leave and rush into the blood forest.

Qi Guangrong patted Yao Changjing's shoulder and said lightly, "You can go, but you have to go to where you should go. Beiyuan will be the same with or without you."

"Teacher Qi!"

"What? Our school can't even get through this little storm?" Qi Guangrong looked pleased, as if all this was so insignificant.

"Teacher Qi! Almost all the elite students in the third and fourth years of college are now working in the four major organizations. They are scattered across the land of China, from cities to the countryside, and even near the entrances to the abyss in various regions.

However, the only place they are not is school, and they are not even required to return to school!"

Yao Changjing's tone became heavier: "I don't understand. I never understood it! As students of the God of War, why can't we give priority to rescuing our own school? What's the logic behind this?"

“As the highest institution of learning in China, Wushen Wuda has every student who is not a warrior.

Since you are a warrior, no matter what kind of martial arts you follow, every warrior has to face the shadow of death and be prepared to face the test of life and death at all times, right?

"Beiyuan is uninhabited within a hundred miles except for Wushen Wuda. Is it the same in the outside world? There are obviously more innocent and weak ordinary people who need to be protected, right?"

"Of course, you can also weigh the pros and cons and save more people who you think are useful to China.

But no matter what you choose, our Wushen Wuda can only be ranked last. There is no reason and it is not fair.

It’s because Wushen Wuda is the backbone of China and always represents the strongest fighting force of China. He doesn’t need any so-called rescue at all! "

At this point, Qi Guangrong paused and said, "Kid, I believe in you. Even if you can't understand, you can make the most correct choice at the critical moment."

"Should the strong die? Should they become the grave of geniuses? Is this how it should be?"

Yao Changjing looked down at the ground in indignation, his fists clenched so hard that they made a creaking sound.

"Get out of here now, stop being sad and gloomy, as if I, the Martial God Wu Da, will die at any moment."

Qi Guangrong pushed Yao Changjing out of the quiet room and glanced at Lin Yi who was still sleeping in the quiet room.

"He's getting old. The Martial God Wu Da should have died long ago..."

"Qi boy, you are so negative. Do you want me to die?" Old Liu stood behind Qi Guangrong without him knowing when, and said with some self-mockery.

"Uncle Liu, what are you doing?" Qi Guangrong stood up from his seat swiftly and gave up his seat respectfully.

"Give him a hand and help him break through to the sixth rank." Old man Liu pointed at Lin Yi with his cane and smiled. "My little great-grandson has a bad temper. If he missed this riot, he would be so angry that he would die. Hahaha."

Qi Guangrong suddenly realized: "It turns out that it is because of your help, no wonder his talent is comparable to that of a martial god."

Old Liu just shook his head and said with a smile: "Then you are wrong. I haven't helped him at all, and his talent is far superior to your uncle."

……

"Why are you following me?" A hint of impatience flashed in Qi Minghui's eyes. He turned back several times to warn Wu Shuangcheng, but he seemed to be blind and ignored him.

Wu Shuangcheng coughed and nonchalantly supported the lensless frame of his nose: "The road is straight, it just happens to be on the way."

Qi Minghui frowned and questioned Wu Shuangcheng: "The road is wide and it just happens to be on the way? Do you think I'm so easy to fool? Don't think I don't know the little calculations in your mind."

"Go back to your old nest. Do you really think this is your home?"

"What else? I am the beloved disciple of Master Wushen, we are as close as father and son. If this isn't my home, then what is it?"

Wu Shuangcheng had a smug look on his face. Even though his face was still pale, his eyes deliberately revealed an incomparable arrogance.

"The words of Wushen Wuda are useless to me. I am just a fresh graduate. I am still very weak. If I go back to Black Ice Platform, I will be pampered and cannot save the world. If I follow you, you can protect me."

Qi Minghui felt a little warmer in his heart as he listened to Wu Shuangcheng's rather shameless words. He knew very well that Wu Shuangcheng was worried about his safety.

The words that came out of his mouth softened unconsciously:

"I'm going into the abyss, so I don't have time to protect you."

When Wu Shuangcheng heard this, he curled his lips in disdain and said, "Hey, do you really think you are so powerful? Don't get carried away! I need your protection. I brought a lot of top-grade poisons. Don't worry! Even if you die, I may not die!"

After saying this, he proudly shook the few small bottles in his hands, as if they contained treasures that could change the color of the sky and the earth.

Qi Minghui looked at him and shook his head helplessly. Wu Shuangcheng was still the same as before, always talking big with full confidence.

But it is precisely because of this that Qi Minghui can always rest assured and trust Wu Shuangcheng with his back...