“It’s okay, just a little tired.”
“Just take a rest.”
Tang Yun wiped her red lips with a tissue, then said softly.
Although Tang Yun said it was an understatement, as a person who has been serving Tang Yun, his teacher’s physical condition, even if Tang Yun did not say it, Meng Wanyu undoubtedly felt it
Kind of clues.
Therefore, out of concern for the teacher, Meng Wanyu once again said: “If it weren’t for the injury, teacher, would you be sick?”
“When I was a child, when I was sick, I felt tired and lost my appetite.”
“Otherwise, I will accompany you to the hospital for a visit?”
Meng Wanyu asked in a low voice.
But when Tang Yun heard this, she couldn’t help but froze.
“sick?”
This term has been unfamiliar to Tang Yun for too long.
It can be said that after Tang Yun practiced martial arts, the word life was almost forever removed from her dictionary.
After all, the martial artist is physically strong and basically insulated from disease.
Even if they were injured in battle, they mostly rely on their own breathing control to heal themselves, or seek out doctors who specialize in martial arts treatment in the martial arts world.
As for the hospital in the secular world, it is not of much use to warriors.
Now, when Meng Wanyu mentioned it suddenly, Tang Yun naturally felt strange.
“No need.”
“I’ll just take a rest.”
“You go down first, don’t let anyone disturb me without my order.”
Tang Yun waved her hand, then screened Meng Wanyu back.
Obviously, Tang Yun didn’t feel that she would still get sick if she was a grand master.
Therefore, this proposal of Meng Wanyu was rejected.
However, at this moment, Tang Yun did not expect that she would go to the hospital quietly one day soon after all.
Of course, these are all things to do.
————
————
Time continues to pass.
Since the end of the Yuanlingguo dispute, the whole martial arts world has been quiet.
Of course, the investigation into that massacre is still ongoing.
It’s just that there is no progress.
Except for the suspect Fentian, King Yintian, the investigation teams of the various countries still did not find any suspicious persons.
However, just relying on the evidence now available is not enough to be certain that the King Yintian burned the sky.
In short, this matter has been delayed without results, so it dragged on.
As for the previous few days, when Chumen Mountain was attacked, Chumen relied on powerful means to force it down.
This kind of embarrassment did not spread.
Just like that, in a blink of an eye, another six months.
People in the world have almost forgotten the time of the young man named Ye Fan.
Hot summer, the land of the far west.
Desert yellow sand, lonely smoke sunset.
On the top of the Tianhe River, several eagles can be heard vaguely.
Below, the same yellow sand filled the sky.
Behind is the boundless river of sky.
However, just above such a barren land, there is an oasis, like an emerald, inlaid here.
At this time, on the oasis, there was a place that was silent for more than half a year, and finally at this time, it showed a little edge.
In the silent sky, there were sudden gusts of cold wind.
The wind and sand rolled up, and the blades of grass blew up.
With a radius of thousands of miles, more and more power from heaven and earth began to gather here.
Not far away, the plain and beautiful woman playing the piano on the shore of the lake, after feeling the strangeness, quietly turned around and looked at the bamboo house in the distance.
Categories