This Body is Cheap

The black-clothed swordsman is now disguised as a waiter in Chunyan Building.

Holding a tray in one hand, he pushed open the door of a box, and a bloated general who was directly opposite hugged him from left to right, chatting and laughing with two women.

This general is the chief culprit of the Wucheng coup.

It was he who coerced the officials of Wucheng to rebel with him.

The task of the swordsman in black is to slaughter all the traitors in Wucheng.

Of course, the primary target is this general.

The general's mouth was greasy. He saw the black-clothed swordsman approaching and glanced at his clothes.

Suddenly, the table in front of him was lifted.

The swordsman in black froze for a moment, exposed?

Seeing that the table was about to fall in front of him.

The black-clothed swordsman hesitated for a moment whether to smash the table.

But the next moment, a hand pierced through the table and hit the black-clothed swordsman's chest heavily.

The swordsman in black was blown away on the spot.

"ah……"

The two fireworks girls screamed in panic and fled in a hurry.

The general swaggered towards the swordsman in black.

"I knew you were coming... Come in."

At this time, those who were hiding in the box, as well as those who were ambushing outside the door and the window were all revealed.

This fat man, who looked bloated and incompetent, had turned into an iron-blooded martial artist with sharp eyes at the moment.

"You are an offering from the royal family."

The black-clothed swordsman remained silent, checking his injuries.

The next moment he gave up.

This general's martial arts is actually so high.

Not only did he seriously injure himself with one punch, but his internal force actually sealed his sea of ​​qi.

Even if this martial art is not at the level of a grand master, it is estimated that it is not far behind.

And the black-clothed swordsman is good at one-hit kills.

In the past ten days, he always succeeded in one blow, and then retreated in the air.

If it is under the condition that the military general is not prepared, no matter how high his martial arts are, he is sure to succeed.

However, when the opponent was already on guard, he lost the possibility of victory.

The swordsman in black did not expect that the other party looked mediocre and incompetent, but in fact he had a deep mind.

He even dared to use himself as bait.

If such a bold and careful person wants to harm the world, there will be endless troubles.

Unfortunately, the black-clothed swordsman knew that he had no chance.

The black-clothed swordsman closed his eyelids weakly.

Gudong——

When the black-clothed swordsman closed his eyes, he vaguely saw the general looking at him with his head tilted.

Puff puff--

The masters who were ambushing in the box fell down one by one.

In the end, there were only two fireworks girls hugging each other and shivering.

The black-clothed swordsman vaguely heard a voice: "Girl, don't be afraid... I'm not..."

When the black-clothed swordsman woke up, he found himself in a bedroom instead of an iron prison.

"My lord...are you awake?"

The swordsman in black suddenly sat up, and saw a middle-aged man in official clothes standing in front of him.

"Master Wei...is that you? What about you?"

"Thank you, my lord, for rescuing the lower official from the prison, and thank you, my lord, for saving the people of the city."

"You recognize me?"

"I don't know your lord, but I know your token."

Master Wei held his secret order of worship in both hands.

The black-clothed swordsman's eyes flickered, and he kept thinking about what was going on.

"What about Shen Tianzhong?"

"Have you forgotten, my lord, that traitor has already died by your sword."

"died?"

"Yes, it kills with one blow. My lord's martial arts skills are unrivaled in the world, and my subordinates admire him."

The swordsman in black is a little confused, what's the matter?

Your task is completed?

"My lord, what other orders do you have?"

"You go down first." The black-clothed swordsman waved his hand: "Wait... prepare a casual suit for me."

"My lord, your body."

"It's okay, let's get ready."

...

The swordsman in black finally didn't have to sneak in secretly this time.

When I came to the academy, the sound of the children Lang Lang reading was endless.

Shu Xiaobai was holding a book in his hand, strolling in class.

The swordsman in black sat at the stone table outside the church, waiting for the get out of class to end.

An hour later, a group of children rushed out.

Shu Xiaobai and Biyun also came out of the classroom.

Biyun immediately came forward, looking at the black-clothed swordsman with bright eyes: "Uncle, are you here to pay back the money?"

"Eh...this..." The black-clothed swordsman's expression froze instantly: "I didn't..."

"Poor ghost." Biyun turned and left.

Shu Xiaobai sat in front of the black-clothed swordsman: "Unfortunately, you were not injured today."

"Mr. Shu, you killed that Shen Tianzhong?"

"Who is Shen Tianzhong?"

The only thing the black-clothed swordsman could think of was Shu Xiaobai.

Although Shu Xiaobai never showed his martial arts in front of him.

But he felt that Shu Xiaobai's martial arts should not be weak.

"Sir, I'm here to say goodbye."

"Oh, remember to pay back the money next time."

"Will remember, sir. Farewell."

"Let's go, don't send it off."

...

Dr. Wu has been a little autistic recently.

For the first time, I doubted my pulse diagnosis.

So much so that I haven't been to the pharmacy recently, and I just sit in the study and look up classics and medical scriptures every day.

"Master, there is someone outside asking to see you."

"I said, no see, no see."

"Master, it's Mr. Lu. He said that if you don't see him, he will destroy our medical clinic."

"Huh? Mr. Lu? Please come in."

Doctor Wu hurriedly got up and said.

Not long after, Lu Baiyu walked in.

"Doctor Wu."

"Master Lu, please sit down."

Lu Baiyu's eyes flickered: "Doctor Wu, I want to know what kind of pulse is it when you checked my pulse that day?"

"This..." Doctor Wu hesitated for a while: "Young Master Lu, can I let the old man diagnose your pulse again?"

Lu Baiyu nodded and stretched out his hand.

Doctor Wu stepped forward to re-diagnose Lu Baiyu's pulse.

After a while, Dr. Wu raised his head with flickering eyes, his face full of disbelief.

"How about it, Doctor Wu?"

"Master Lu, do you want to listen to the truth or lies?"

"I came here naturally to hear the truth."

"Young Master Lu, your breath is steady and your body is healthy, but..."

"But what?"

"But there are two extra heart vessels in your body."

"What means?"

"This is the joy pulse."

"Happy pulse?" Lu Baiyu's expression changed several times: "Doctor Wu, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"No, absolutely not. The old man has never missed it in his life. It is definitely a happy pulse."

"But... I'm a man, a real man."

"The old man knows, but the old man can't help it. This is the Ximai."

"It's that guy, that bastard..." Lu Baiyu's face was extremely stern: "I want to settle accounts with that bastard."

"Who is Mr. Lu talking about?"

"No... nothing."

"Master Lu is going to find the person who made you pregnant?"

"Yes... no, what is the person who made me pregnant, don't talk nonsense."

"Master Lu, can I take this old man with me?"

"what are you going to do?"