Text Chapter 446 Bone Forging

"Master, you want me to communicate with this unconscious guy?" Monk Jian Xiang's tone showed his disdain for Feng Kui, "Not only does he have no consciousness of his own, but his kung fu is far inferior to mine—"

"No matter how skilled you are, no matter how strong your consciousness is, you are still my drug slave." Qin Lang said with a smile, "Besides, if you want to improve your treatment, you have to make meritorious deeds. Improvements, and other perks—you know, hey..."

Seeing Xiang was a bit confused at first, not knowing what Qin Lang meant by "understanding", but seeing Qin Lang's eyes, Monk Jianxiang immediately understood: "I understand, I understand, this old servant must make a contribution, a great contribution! "

"What did Master Jianxiang understand?" Shuang'er was at a loss when she heard the conversation between the two.

What Monk Jianxiang and Qin Lang said is "color is emptiness", if Monk Jianxiang can make meritorious service, Qin Lang can let him go "empty" several times. Of course, this cannot be said to Shuang'er, so Qin Lang quickly changed the subject and said to Monk Jianxiang: "Anyway, you can rest here today."

"Then I'll change a bunk bed for them tomorrow." Shuang'er said, and then left the basement with Qin Lang.

After Qin Lang and Shuang'er left, Monk Xiang pointed to the bed and said to Feng Kui: "This bed belongs to the Buddha, you can lie on the ground and sleep, cool off."

"Ho Ho!"

Although Feng Kui can't speak now, he still has some basic consciousness, the instinctive consciousness like a beast, and when he saw that Monk Jianxiang robbed himself of his shelter, he immediately became angry, but what's the use of being angry, Monk Jianxiang With a flash of a slap, Feng Kui immediately flew up and hit the wall heavily.

"Idiot! Although I am also a poisonous person, I am a few ranks higher than you!" Monk Jian Xiang snorted coldly, occupying the bed as a victor. For countless years, this is probably the first time Monk Jianxiang has slept in bed. Maybe, tonight, I can still have a good dream that sex is nothingness.

Feng Kui let out a deep roar, but with only the consciousness of a beast, he naturally understood that the poisonous man in front of him was stronger than him. Since the opponent is stronger, he should occupy a better place to live. This is the law of nature. The law of the beast.

The movement in the basement naturally fell into Qin Lang's ears, but he would not care about the fight between the two drug slaves at all, as long as they calmed down quickly, because Qin Lang really needed to take a good rest now, although the drug slaves The healing medicine is very effective, but Qin Lang's wound still needs time to recover. Wu Yingmeng's knife carried his own inner strength, which was astonishingly powerful. If it wasn't for the string of beads from Tianlong Monk, Qin Lang would have been lying down now. Although he may not die, he must be seriously injured .

At this time, the string of Buddhist beads belonging to the Tianlong demon monk was in Qin Lang's hands. It may not be appropriate to say that they are Buddhist beads, because the images carved on the beads are not Buddhas, but demons and monsters. But there is no doubt that this Tianlong Yaomonk is very capable, even stronger than Monk Jianxiang back then, otherwise Monk Jianxiang would not be refined into a poisonous person. Of course, Monk Xiang still had some luck. When he was refining into a poisonous man, he suddenly broke through the realm and stepped into the "Wuxuan" level. Elephant Monk has also been a walking dead for decades because of this.

On this string of Buddhist beads, there was a shallow scratch on one of the pillars. Qin Lang guessed that this should be left by Wu Yingmeng's scimitar. Wu Yingmeng's scimitar is amazingly powerful, even steel can cut through it, but it can only leave a little trace on this string of beads. One can imagine that the material of these beads is not trivial.

But apart from the material, Qin Lang really can't see anything special about it.

So, Qin Lang hung the beads around his neck again, because this string of beads saved Qin Lang's life, so it is now regarded as a lucky thing by him. As for the images of demons and ghosts on the beads, others may be afraid , but Qin Lang is naturally not afraid.

After falling asleep until dawn, Qin Lang was awakened by the phone.

It was a rather unfamiliar number. At first, Qin Lang thought that someone had made a wrong call, but the phone rang for a while without stopping, so he had no choice but to pick up the phone and press the answer button.

"Qin Lang, it's me!" This was Ma Zhenyong's voice.

"Are you okay?" For the sake of safety, Qin Lang even omitted the address.

"Why am I fine! Do you know where I am now?" Ma Zhenyong's voice sounded a little excited, "I woke up the fuck, and I arrived in Thailand! The people around me didn't know what to say, but I just understood a sentence 'Sawadika'! I'm stupid! Qin Lang, what's going on here?"

"Have you arrived in Thailand?" Qin Lang was surprised at first, but then he understood what was going on. He knew that the old poison should have hired someone to do it. Qin Lang wanted the old poison to ensure Ma Zhenyong's safety. Unexpectedly, the old poison really made Ma Zhenyong It was safe, and he was sent directly to Thailand. Moreover, from the telephone receiver, Qin Lang did hear some "birds' voices", it seems that Ma Zhenyong should have called Qin Lang from a public phone.

"That's right, I'm in Thailand now, and I don't even know how I got here!" Ma Zhenyong said impatiently, "Brother, is it your fault? Let me tell you, I'm going back to China now, you have to help me think Method……"

"Hey, why can't I hear clearly... The signal is not good... Fuck, the line is disconnected!" Qin Lang hung up the phone directly.

Qin Lang didn't have a bad mobile phone signal, but he thought it would be best for Ma Zhenyong to stay in Thailand. Although Qin Lang was dissatisfied with many of the old poison's practices, Qin Lang believed that the old poison was correct in this matter. Ma Zhenyong's identity has been exposed, and once it falls into the hands of the Ye family, Qin Lang's identity will also be in danger of being exposed.

Qin Lang didn't want to experience what happened yesterday, because he didn't have nine lives. Although Qin Lang wanted to bring down the Ye family and trample all the bad guys to death, the premise was to save his own life. Qin Lang didn't think he was a superhero, and he didn't have the consciousness to die with the bad guys, so Qin Lang wouldn't do it again. Such a blind risk.

Ma Zhenyong staying in Thailand is good for himself and Qin Lang.

Of course, even in Thailand, there are ways to take care of Ma Zhenyong by means of the old poison.

As for how Ma Zhenyong complained and cursed, that was up to him.

After resting for most of the night, Qin Lang's wound has basically healed completely, but there is a long scar on his chest, which can be described as shocking.

After getting up, Shuang'er has already prepared breakfast.

Qin Lang quickly finished it like a storm, and then handed Shuang'er a list: "Senior Sister, please help me prepare some medicines. Some things are probably only available in the Poison Sect's mountain gate. I am going to prepare for bone forging."

Shuang'er nodded and put away the list: "Okay, I will prepare these things."

"No need, I've prepared all the things you want." The old poisoner's voice suddenly sounded in the living room, and then he strode over and sat down at the dining table, "It's been a long time since I tasted this girl Shuang'er. Workmanship. Good, good."