"Master, you want me to communicate with this mindless fellow?" The Elephant Seeing Monk's tone showed his disdain for Feng Kui. "Not only does he not have his own consciousness, but even his Kung Fu realm is far below mine —"
"No matter how powerful you are, no matter how strong your consciousness is, you are still my poison slave." Qin Lang said with a smile, "Besides, if you want to improve your treatment, you have to make a contribution. After you make a great contribution, not only will your living conditions be improved, you will also get other treatment. You know what I mean, hehe …"
Elephant Jian Xiang was confused at first. He didn't know what Qin Lang meant by "understand", but when he saw Qin Lang's eyes, he immediately understood. "I understand, I understand. This old servant will definitely make a contribution, a great contribution!"
"What did Great Master Jian Xiang understand?" Shuang 'er was confused as she listened to their conversation.
What Elephant Seeing Monk and Qin Lang said was that 'form is emptiness'. If Elephant Seeing Monk could perform meritorious deeds, Qin Lang could make him experience 'emptiness' a few times. Of course, this couldn't be said to Shuang Er, so Qin Lang quickly changed the topic and said to the elephant monk, "In short, you can rest here today."
"Then I'll go get a bunk bed for them tomorrow," Shuang Er said and then left the basement with Qin Lang.
After Qin Lang and Shuang Er left, Elephant Monk pointed to the bed and said to Feng Kui, "This bed is mine. You can sleep on the ground. It's cool."
"Roar!"
Although Feng Kui couldn't speak, he still had some basic awareness. He had the instincts of a wild beast. When he saw Monk Jianxiang snatch his home, he was instantly enraged. But what was the point of being enraged? Monk Jianxiang flashed over and Feng Kui was sent flying before slamming heavily into the wall.
"Idiot! Although I'm also a poisonous person, I'm a few levels higher than you! "Monk Elephant snorted coldly and occupied the bed with the attitude of a victor. It had been countless years, and this was probably the first time Monk Jian Xiang had fallen asleep on a bed. Perhaps, tonight, he could have a good dream where sex is emptiness.
Feng Kui let out a low growl of rage but with only the consciousness of a wild beast left in him, he naturally understood that the Poison Man before him was stronger than him and since his opponent was stronger, it was only natural that he would occupy a better place to rest. That was the law of nature, the law of wild beasts.
The movement in the basement naturally fell into the ears of Qin Lang, but he didn't care about the fight between the two poison slaves. As long as they calmed down quickly, Qin Lang really needed a good rest. Although the healing medicine of Poisons was very effective, Qin Lang's wound still needed time to recover. Wu Yingmeng's strike carried his own inner strength and was shockingly powerful. If it wasn't for the string of Buddhist beads from the Sky Dragon Demon Monk, Qin Lang would probably be lying on the ground now. Although he might not die, he would definitely be severely injured.
At this moment, the string of Buddhist beads from the Sky Dragon Demon Monk was in Qin Lang's hand. It was not actually appropriate to call it Buddhist beads because the images carved on the beads were not Buddhas, but demons and monsters. But there was no doubt that the Sky Dragon Demon Monk was very powerful, even stronger than Monk Jian Xiang back then, otherwise Monk Jian Xiang would not have been refined into a Poison Man. Of course, Monk Jian Xiang had some luck. When he was refined into a Poison Man, he suddenly broke through the realm and stepped into the "Martial Mystic" level. He counterattacked in a desperate situation, and it was a sneak attack that killed the Sky Dragon Demon Monk, but Monk Jian Xiang became a walking corpse for decades because of this.
On the string of Buddhist beads, there was a light scratch on one of the pillars. Qin Lang guessed that this should have been left by Wu Yingmeng's scimitar. Wu Yingmeng's scimitar was so powerful that it could even cut through steel, but it could only leave a light mark on the string of beads. One could imagine that the material of the beads was not ordinary.
But apart from the material, Qin Lang couldn't see anything special about it.
So, Qin Lang hung the beads around his neck. Because this string of beads had saved Qin Lang's life, he now regarded it as a lucky item. As for the images of demons and ghosts on the beads, others might be afraid, but Qin Lang was naturally not afraid.
In a daze, Qin Lang slept until dawn when he was woken up by his phone.
It was a rather unfamiliar number. At first, Qin Lang thought that someone had called the wrong number, but the phone rang for a while without stopping, so he picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.
"Qin Lang, it's me!" This was Ma Zhenyong's voice.
"Are you okay?" To be safe, Qin Lang even omitted the way he addressed him.
"How can I be okay! Do you know where I am now? "Ma Zhenyong's voice sounded a little excited." When I woke up, I was in Thailand! I don't know what language the people around me are speaking, but I can understand one word, 'Sawadika'! F * ck! Qin Lang, what's going on? "
"You're in Thailand?" Qin Lang was shocked at first, but then he understood what was going on. He knew that this should be done by Old Poison. Qin Lang asked Old Poison to ensure Ma Zhenyong's safety, but he did not expect that Old Poison would send Ma Zhenyong directly to Thailand. Moreover, from the phone, Qin Lang did hear some "bird language." It seemed that Ma Zhenyong should be calling Qin Lang from a public phone.
"Yes, I'm in Thailand now. I don't know why I'm here!" Ma Zhenyong said impatiently, "Bro, did you do this? I'm telling you, I'm going back to China now. You have to help me find a way …"
"Hey, I can't hear you clearly … The signal is bad … F * ck, I'm disconnected!" Qin Lang hung up the phone.
It was not that Qin Lang's cell phone signal was bad, but he felt that it was best for Ma Zhenyong to stay in Thailand. Although Qin Lang was not satisfied with Old Poison's methods, Qin Lang believed that Old Poison was right in this matter. Ma Zhenyong's identity had been exposed. Once he fell into the hands of the Ye Family, Qin Lang's identity would also be exposed.
Qin Lang did not want to experience yesterday's encounter again, because he did not have nine lives. Although Qin Lang wanted to destroy the Ye Family and trample all the bad guys in the Ye Family to death, he had to save his own life first. Qin Lang did not think of himself as a superhero. He did not have the consciousness of dying with the bad guys, so Qin Lang would not take such a blind risk again.
Ma Zhenyong staying in Thailand was good for both himself and Qin Lang.
Of course, even in Thailand, with Old Poison's means, he certainly had ways to take care of Ma Zhenyong.
As for how Ma Zhenyong complained and cursed, it was all up to him.
After resting for most of the night, Qin Lang's wound had basically healed completely, but there was a long scar on his chest, which could be said to be shocking.
After getting up, Shuang Er had already prepared breakfast.
Qin Lang quickly finished everything and then handed a list to Shuang Er. "Senior Sister, please help me prepare some medicine. I'm afraid that only Poisons's mountain gate has some things. I'm going to prepare for Bone Forging."
Shuang Er nodded and put away the list. "Okay, I'll get these things ready."
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