"Fu 'er!" Yan Li was startled.
"Aiya!" Big Boss Gu couldn't help but turn pale, "What evil method did you use on her? You didn't even let off a child!"
"Tell me where the clinic is!" Yan Li hurriedly picked up Fu 'er. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that her weight seemed to be getting lighter.
"What's a clinic?" How could Big Boss Gu, who didn't even know about the Dragon Emperor Palace, know a clinic?
"A place with a doctor!" Yan Li said grumpily.
"What's a doctor?" Big Boss Gu asked in confusion.
Yan Li rolled his eyes, picked up Fu 'er, and walked to a place with fewer people.
When they reached an alley, he gently put Fu 'er down and lightly felt her pulse. Although he wasn't an expert in pulse reading, he still knew a little.
As he felt, he suddenly frowned, because there was nothing unusual about her pulse. She was a very stable life form. Rather than too stable, it was a bit strange, like a body at its peak.
According to species, a normal person was at their peak between twenty and thirty years old. Fu 'er's body was only ten years old, but she seemed to have reached the peak. In other words, according to species, she might be a different species.
Of course, other possibilities couldn't be ruled out.
The Wind Cave must have a branch of the Medicine King Hall. He thought for a moment, then picked up Fu 'er again.
… …
Just as Yan Li and the others were walking down the street, two people suddenly appeared.
One was a man, the other was an old man.
The man was about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, his clothes were crooked, his chest exposed, his beard unkempt, and he looked lazy and dispirited. He carried a large wine gourd on his back, the mouth of the gourd tied with a red ribbon.
He staggered as he walked, looking like he was in a drunken stupor.
He let out a long burp, smacking his lips, "Chao, you've seen a lot. This Wind Cave, uh … what famous wine does it have?"
The old man was really very old. Just by looking at the wrinkles on his face, he looked like an eighty year old man, but he looked very spirited. His eyes were bright and full of expression, he was tall, his hands were bony, his back was straight, and his clothes fluttered in the wind when he walked.
"Dan, you can't drink anymore." The old man squinted at him and said in a voice that was filled with the vicissitudes of time, "Usually, if you drink any more, you'll be drunk."
The man was drunk.
He was staggering as he walked. Could it be that he was not drunk?
But those who knew him knew that he was not drunk, because once he was drunk, he would go crazy.
"So what if I'm drunk …" the man said.
"Did you forget that last time you got drunk, you destroyed my forest," the old man said.
"Ugh … don't mind the past …" the man said.
"You can't get drunk again," the old man said.
"We're still a hundred thousand, uh … eight thousand kilometers away!" the man said.
"Still, you can't drink anymore," the old man said.
"Wh … why?" the man asked.
"We need to find my subordinate and talk to him about the dragon's instructions. Usually, old people tend to forget things when they get old," the old man said.
"Yes, yes …" The man had no choice but to put the cork back into the gourd.
The two of them arrived at the casino.
Yes, that gambling house without a signboard.
The gambling house's business had been greatly affected, it seemed a bit deserted.
The two of them went straight into the backyard, without any intention of hiding their tracks.
A few guards immediately came up to them. "Who are you?"
But they didn't have the chance to say a second sentence, because a strange root suddenly appeared under their feet and bound their bodies in the blink of an eye. Then, the thorns that protruded from the root sucked all the water from their bodies.
The old man lightly said: "Followers of Heaven, the nest of All Wood's Roots. Normally, you wouldn't be able to hear it "
As soon as his voice fell, those tree roots suddenly became taut, like a giant needle, fiercely piercing into the soil, like a claw, digging a deep hole in the soil.
"Seems like we've found the right place," the old man said.
At the bottom of the hole, there was a wriggling wrinkled thing. The wrinkles looked like snakeskin. This wriggling thing was like a giant snake, hiding deep under the soil.
The old man slightly raised his hand, the tree roots continued to dig, digging the snakeskin open, revealing a dark hole.
"Let's go," he said, then jumped down first.
"It looks really disgusting." The man shook his head, then jumped down as well.
The two of them jumped down, but it was a secret passage.
The old man acted as if he had returned to his own home, leading the way in a familiar manner as he said: "My king's methods can't be underestimated, the Dragon has always admired him."
"Such a disgusting guy, I don't want to be associated with him." The man politely declined, directly expressing his position.
The old man smiled, not saying anything.
The man suddenly asked: "My king really has a clue about the Dragon God Ring? Master's sudden disappearance 20 years ago, is it related to the Dragon God Ring? "
"Master didn't disappear," the old man lightly said. "Normally, she should have just returned to Heaven Plain, maybe she found something. You know the influence of the strongest Sword Immortal from back then still exists. You also know that Dragon Star was destroyed. As for the clue about the Dragon God Ring … "
At this point, he suddenly revealed a secretive smile. "So what if there is, when Master left back then, she said that the Followers of Heaven don't need to search for the Dragon God Ring anymore. Normally, that means she has other plans. "
"But the Dragon …" The man suddenly stopped, because they had just arrived at the hall with the altar.
The man wearing the wolf skull mask was looking at them with a cold gaze.
"You must be the leader of the wolf mask group, Ye Ya." The old man lightly said, "I am Nest, you must have received my message."
"Hmph!" The man called Ye Ya said with disdain, "We don't need you to interfere in our business."
"Unfortunately, this is not up to your will." The old man said, "Normally, if you dare to violate the agreement between the Dragon and my king, we can kill you on the spot."
"And your pet." The man added. He felt that standing here was a kind of torture.
Ye Ya coldly said: "What do you want to talk about?"
"Of course, it's about your rebellion." The man smiled.
Ye Ya's body trembled. "You …"
"You still think this is a secret?" The man sneered. "I know that the golden scepter originally belonged to my king, but unfortunately, with your current strength, if you want to reclaim your former glory, you must rely on external forces."
"Now," the old man continued, "can we sit down and talk?"
Ye Ya was silent for a moment, then said: "Someone, bring a chair over."
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