V2.Chapter 458

King Rakshasa is not a doctor, but when he was a companion in Sikong Mansion in his early years, he learned a lot in various fields, so he has come into contact with a lot of medicinal herbs. The basic acuity is still there. This bottle of pills is not the ones he has eaten before.

The face of King Rakshasa instantly turned cold, and he looked at the Sang Patriarch who bowed and kneeled in front of him, and a powerful coercion radiated out.

Patriarch Sang's back hurt and his knees became weak, and he knelt down involuntarily. He understood that the ancestor recognized the difference in the medicinal pills, but he was not flustered. , this is a wound medicine newly developed by the pharmacist in the house. It can not only quickly treat your internal injuries, but also moisten the lungs and replenish qi, remove dampness and relieve pain. You have been practicing in Xuechi for many years. sequelae."

This is true. The dark and humid environment all year round did leave some ailments on Rakshasa King's body, but this kind of ailment was nothing to martial practitioners, and Rakshasa King never took it to heart. .

However, the Sang family master was concerned, and for nothing else, he wanted to pull the ancestor back to his own camp through his own filial piety and filial piety.

The Rakshasa King was naturally suspicious, but no matter how sincere the Sang family owner was, he still threw an elixir to the Sang family master and asked the Sang family master to test the medicine.

The Sang family shook his head and sighed, picked up the medicine pill on the ground and ate it.

The Rakshasa King waited for half an hour to make sure that the Sang family was not poisoned, so he poured a wound medicine and took it.

The longevity formula was originally a method of restraining the Blood Demon, and it was a blessing that it had broken through to the Rakshasa King. Otherwise, Sikong Ye would have been severely injured in such a series, and he would have already died.

King Rakshasa has used his gong for a while, and although he has not fully recovered, his condition is much better than yesterday.

The Sang family, who was protecting the Dharma of King Rakshasa, was secretly amazed. When he rushed to the vicinity of the forbidden area last night, he saw King Rakshasa injured in such a way that he thought that the other party would definitely die. Unexpectedly, in just one night, he had already recovered half of it.

Although the wound medicine he offered to King Rakshasa was good, it was not enough to have such miraculous effects. It seems that the legend of King Rakshasa possessing an immortal body may not be just a legend.

When the little Rakshasa didn't see the bright red scenery outside, he let it stay in the blood pool and it could stay there, but now it's different. It jumped back and forth in the house a few times, always wanting to run out, but King Rakshasa never let him It left his sight, and finally, Little Rakshasa couldn't sit still, grabbed King Rakshasa's sleeve, and dragged him out.

Seeing this, the Sang family hurriedly agreed: "Old Ancestor, the weather is good today, why don't you come out for a walk."

I don't know if I was moved by the words of the Sang family, or because of the stubbornness of the little Rakshasa.

But it would be too naive to think that the little Rakshasa is only content to wander around the house.

The little Rakshasa dragged the Rakshasa King's sleeve out of the house, dragging it with great effort!

"Is the young master going out?" The Sang family master rolled his eyes, thinking about the winning and losing situation after being hit by the masters of the Sikong family, and came to the conclusion that the Sikong family can't beat the ancestors, and the Mingdu City can walk sideways!

The head of the Sang family prepared a horse-drawn carriage and invited the little Rakshasa and Rakshasa King to go up.

The little Rakshasa jumped on the carriage happily, and seeing that King Rakshasa didn't come up, he went down again and dragged him up too.

The head of the Sang family rode a horse with him.

This ancestor was a first-class expert in Mingdu City, and naturally there was no need for more guards to serve them. They traveled simply and quickly entered the most prosperous area of ​​Mingdu City.

Little Rakshasa lifted the curtain of the car, leaned on the window, and watched the prosperity of Mingdu City like a horse and a flower.

Suddenly, it didn't know what it saw, and it screamed.

"Stop the car," the Sang family said.

The coachman stopped the carriage.

The little Rakshasa flashed out and came to a hawker selling candied haws. It jumped up and picked three strings of candied haws!

The hawker was busy doing business at this time, and he didn't realize that his candied fruit was picked by a small thing: "...Here, you guys have taken it, there are four strings in total."

The little black eggs took their own candied haws, two strings of Xiaobao, and one string of Erbao and Erbao.

"Thank you little brother." Erbao said sweetly.

"Oh, so good." The hawker was happy.

Huh?

Little Rakshasa, who was about to get into the car, heard a familiar voice, took a small step, leaned back, and looked at the little black eggs.

"Brother!" Xiaobao also saw it, holding two strings of bright candied haws, bypassing the hawker, and came to the little Rakshasa.

Xiaobao handed one of the candied haws to it: "Here! I bought it for you!"

Dabao and Erbao also walked over.

The two nodded, indicating that they were bought for him.

Little Rakshasa looked at the bunch of candied haws that he bought for himself, and then looked at the three bunches of candied haws in his hand that he had originally picked and planned to give them to Mingshan, and he was stunned.

"Brother, where have you been? Why didn't you go home?" Xiaobao asked crisply.

"We're going to find you today." Erbao said softly.

Little Rakshasa tilted his head, as if he did not understand the meaning of the words of the two.

He handed them the candied haws in his hand.

At this time, the hawker discovered that his candied haws had been picked by the doll, and the doll did not pay!

But it looks like they are together?

When the hawker was hesitating whether to check out with the white-haired uncle, the Rakshasa King came over domineeringly.

He restrained the breath of the blood rakshasa, but his face still unconsciously carried a shuddering chill. Money, the result may be that the other party wants to kill him.

Thoughts flashed, the hawker hugged the stick of the candied haws and fled in panic!

As soon as he fled, Sikong Ye, who was standing behind him and counting coins, was exposed to the eyes of King Rakshasa.

Sikong Ye felt that the number of copper plates was not right. He obviously brought a hundred copper plates, each of which was ten cents per candied fruit. The boss said that he was an old customer. Giving him one penny, that is to say, he only gave twenty-seven penny. Including the fourth series of two penny, there is only twenty-nine penny. Where did the other penny go?

Sikong Ye has one head and two big!

"Heh." When King Rakshasa saw him like this, he knew that he was confused again. Who knew that the number one expert in the world could be an arithmetic idiot? Back then, his exam papers were all done by his companion! ! !

Sikong Ye heard King Rakshasa's disdain, narrowed his eyes coldly, and raised his head.

Sikong Ye: "It's you?"

Rakshasa King: "Oh!"

The four eyes are facing each other, and the murderous intent is on the verge of firing!

Three Little Black Eggs and Little Rakshasa are exchanging candied haws for their hard-won friendship, and I don't know that their parents have already met murderously.

The little Rakshasa distributed the candied haws he picked to the little friends. The three felt that they only gave one bunch to the younger brother, but the younger brother gave them three bunches, as if they took advantage of the younger brother, so the three hurriedly opened it again. Go around.

Xiaobao said: "Brother, what do you like, choose it yourself."

The four squatted down on the ground and began to share their little treasures.

Sikong Ye and Rakshasa King flew into the sky and swept up the roof.

"I haven't seen you for so many...years...you're still...a... idiot!" King Rakshasa said defiantly.

Sikong Ye hit him with a palm: "You're an idiot!"

"Even... the accounts... are not... clear." King Rakshasa said contemptuously.

"You can't figure it out!" Sikong Ye said furiously.

The Rakshasa King avoided Sikongye's palm and said to Sikongye: "You...six years...when...your junior brother...the...year...age...is your...half, you... ...three...ten...and standing...when...you...younger brother...how old are you?"

"Fifteen! Needless to say!" Sikong Ye punched again.

King Rakshasa avoided again: "Twenty-seven, idiot."

When he was six years old, his younger brother was half his size. Does that mean that his younger brother was three years old and three years younger than him? Then when he was thirty, his junior brother who was three years younger was naturally twenty-seven.

Sikong Ye, who finally wanted to understand, was so angry that his chest hurt, his face turned red, he slapped his palm again, and was locked by King Rakshasa with a move. There are fifteen maids, sixty guards, three hundred catties of black iron, can you calculate the age of the ship owner based on these?!"

"I...is...the owner of the boat, age...doesn't matter...?" King Rakshasa said calmly.

Sikong Ye's blood bar is mad!

Ahhh! This immortal!

The Rakshasa King said again: "There are... twenty... fruits on the tree, let the wind... blow away... half, and then... let you... pick... half... how many are left?"

"No more!" Sikong Ye said without thinking.

King Rakshasa said: "Wrong, there are five left."

"..."

Sikong Ye spat out a mouthful of old blood! ! !

KO! ! !

It didn't take long for the two to fight, and they called the little guys below to find out, and the first one to find out was Xiaobao.

"Zuzu, what are you doing?" Xiaobao asked inexplicably. On the day that King Rakshasa was killed on the Mingshan Mountain, Xiaobao and his brothers were pressed by Old Cui before they could see King Rakshasa's appearance. Under the table, so he did not know the Rakshasa King, but he knew that the Rakshasa King was with the younger brother, and he was the parent of the younger brother.

Along with his shout, Dabao, Erbao, and Little Rakshasa also looked towards the roof in unison.

The action of the two fighting is a meal.

Little Rakshasa put his hands on his hips, and said fiercely, "Quack, quack, quack, screech!"

Erbao said earnestly: "Zuzu, can you understand something? If we don't watch for a while, you will fight with people. You will make it difficult for us to do this."

Little Rakshasa continued fiercely: "Jili quack quack quack jijijiji!"

The two parents were stunned for a second, then Sikong Ye changed his face in a second, raised his arm, put it on the shoulder of King Rakshasa, pursed his lips, and showed his little white teeth: "We are just kidding!"

Rakshasa King: "..."

Shameless, or Sikong Ye!

The Sang family thought that King Rakshasa would take this opportunity to kill Sikong Ye, but unexpectedly, the children stopped fighting when they got involved.

At this point, the Sang family leader is more and more sure that the Rakshasa King does not have the same murderous intention to Sikong Ye as before.

What the Sang family didn't know was that just before the two swept off the roof, King Rakshasa whispered to Sikong Ye: "Mingshan, Houhu, three days, Zishi."

This is a battle of life and death, he won't bring a little Rakshasa, it's better that Sikong Ye also don't bring a few little black eggs, he wants to compete with Sikong Ye, until he dies!

"A word is settled." Sikong Ye responded.

The two fell back into the street without a trace, and left with their dolls.

The head of the Sang family did not know that the two had engaged in a life-and-death battle, but he only knew in his heart that the Rakshasa King could no longer be used by the Sang family.

That night, the owner of the Sang family bought dozens of candied haws and put them in the house of the Rakshasa King.

Little Rakshasa liked it tightly, and jumped up and down on the bed holding the candied haws.

Seeing that he liked it, the Sang family asked people to make sugar grapes and sugar oranges. In addition, they also sent a lot of children's toys.

When King Rakshasa returned to the house after bathing, the little Rakshasa was riding on a wooden horse that swayed back and forth.

It shakes happily.

Rakshasa King disliked it for being noisy, so he walked over and picked it up, but he didn't know what to do. His fingertips hurt, and a blood bead of blood came out.

King Rakshasa didn't care about this little injury at all, but at night, when he was healing his wounds, he suddenly felt a chilling energy rush out of his body. , his chest seemed to be torn apart, and he spit out a mouthful of blood—

...

When the Rakshasa King regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a cold stone bed, with his whole body bound, his hands and feet bound on both sides, his wrists cut open, dripping blood.

And the little Rakshasa was locked in the iron cage on the ground, lying motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.