The Military King Is Back

Ye Fei felt like he had been wronged to death. He was the one who was working hard on his cultivation, but now it had turned into such an ambiguous situation. Not only was his body being pressed down to the point of extreme pain, he even let Murong in to take a look.    

    

At this time, Ye Fei also remembered Zhong Mei's passionate kiss last night in the car, and his face immediately turned red.    

    

Zhong Mei also knew that she had lost her composure, and quickly stood up. With a red face, she said, "The floor slipped... It just slipped. My name is Zhong Mei, I'm Ye Fei's friend."    

    

"We have already met last night and know that you are his girlfriend. Thank you so much for making you sacrifice so much blood to save my friend last night!"    

    

Murong said sincerely.    

    

"No... That's no big deal. Even if I don't know that girl, I will still come to help when I find out about this news, not to mention that she is a friend of Teacher Chu Mo and Ye Fei. "    

    

Zhong Mei waved her hand repeatedly, her face red like a frightened deer.    

    

"I will have to trouble you for the next period of time." Murong smiled and said, "In the future, you can come and eat with us. I asked Chu Mo to make some Black Chicken Snow Ginseng soup for you to replenish your blood."    

    

"Okay, okay. I still have classes, so I will leave first."    

    

Zhong Mei nodded obediently and greeted Ye Fei. Then she ran away as fast as she could.    

    

Murong looked at Zhong Mei's back and sighed. He shook his head and said in a low voice, "God doesn't have eyes!"    

    

"What do you mean?"    

    

Ye Fei was stunned.    

    

"This girl has such a good character. She is obedient, sensible, and helpful. Why did God leave an ugly birthmark on her face? Isn't this because he doesn't have eyes? Just looking at it makes one's heart ache. "    

    

Murong sighed again, still struggling with Zhong Mei's ugly face.    

    

"It can be cured."    

    

Ye Fei said lightly.    

    

"You said it can be cured? That's good. Such a good girl should be living a beautiful life. "    

    

Murong was also happy.    

    

"You scared the little girl away, and I think you have nothing better to do. You can practice with me!"    

    

Ye Fei smiled and grabbed the chopsticks in his hand.    

    

"Practice? Not bad! I'm quite interested. How do I practice? " Murong's eyes lit up, but in the next moment, he frowned again." But your injury is so serious. It's better to recover first. "    

    

"I can't wait!"    

    

Ye Fei smiled bitterly and told Murong about the danger of this matter, which made her suck in a breath of cold air.    

    

"Then let's practice!"    

    

Murong took out an apple from the fruit basket and threw it into the air.    

    

"Go!"    

    

Ye Fei shouted. His chopsticks went through the apple and hit the wall just like the last one.    

    

"Your injuries are really serious. Your strength has become weaker!"    

    

Murong remembered that at the detention center, when Ye Fei shook his hand, the pencil on the table, along with her hair, was deeply nailed into the wall. Now, it was only a groove on the wall, and the power was not the same.    

    

"Aren't you talking nonsense?"    

    

Ye Fei rolled his eyes at Murong.    

    

"It seems like I still need to find a few colleagues to protect you. You don't have the ability to protect yourself like this!"    

    

Murong thought for a while and called the police department. He sent another four policemen to take turns to protect Ye Fei.    

    

In the next half month, Ye Fei lived a very comfortable life. Zhong Mei, Chu Mo, and Murong would send delicious food and medicinal soup every day. After eating, the women would take turns to help Ye Fei practice.    

    

At first, it was the Sticky Apple, then the orange, the grape, and even the hard walnuts were shattered by the chopsticks.    

    

This made Ye Fei's wrists and fingers more and more agile. He did not become sluggish because he was injured and did not move for the past few days. His throwing knife skills were even more skillful than before.    

    

Pipa! Pipa!    

    

Ye Fei flicked his finger, and it actually produced a crisp sound that slightly stirred the air.    

    

He picked up a small grape core and flicked it on the white porcelain cup filled with water on the bedside table.    

    

Clang!    

    

The entire white porcelain cup suddenly split open and split into several pieces. The water inside splashed out, causing the pillow and mattress to be everywhere.    

    

"Ye Fei, what did you do!?"    

    

Murong walked in and saw everything that had happened just now. His face was full of shock. "Why did you learn the Finger Flicking Technique after not seeing you for a few days? You are Old Huang Xie, from Peach Blossom Island?"    

    

"It's just a small trick. It's just a joke. Unless you hit your eyes, you won't be able to hurt anyone."    

    

Ye Fei smiled and stretched out his finger. He knew that his Qi had improved, but he was secretly delighted in his heart. The injury this time was actually a blessing in disguise. The bottleneck that he had been unable to break through all this while was showing signs of loosening.    

    

If he didn't break it, he wouldn't be able to stand. If he broke it, he would stand.    

    

After half a month of recuperation, he ate very well every day. Ye Fei's body had mostly recovered, and it was also nourished until it was white and clean. He could already get off the bed and walk, but there were hideous scars on his arms and shoulders. They were dragged down one by one, like ugly centipedes.    

    

Lin Qingwan found it ugly. There were scars on her body. She was too much of a hooligan. Bringing her out would hinder her identity. She had originally suggested Ye Fei to perform skin grafting surgery. However, Ye Fei was determined not to use it, because once he became an Innate Martial Cultivator, his fur would stand on end. Externating inner strength could be said to be a rebirth, and it could be said to be able to completely remove the scars.    

    

Ye Fei got off the bed and stretched his body. He was in the ward. Murong supported him and walked around in a circle. He found that his legs were a little dull. He was not as agile as before. Obviously, he rarely moved these days. His leg skills had regressed.    

    

"Cultivating is sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat!"    

    

Ye Fei sighed with emotion. He knew that if he did not train his hands and feet for a day, it would be slow. If he did not train for two days, he would lose half of his skills. Fortunately, his martial arts were in his eyes and hands. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to practice his martial arts without half a year.    

    

At this moment, Lin Qingwan walked in. Her face was filled with fatigue. However, she actually did not come to the hospital very often. It was Zhong Mei, Chu Mo, and Murong who were taking care of Ye Fei. Occasionally, Muh Cheng, the young nurse, would also come over. He did not know what Lin Qingwan was busy with.    

    

"Ye Fei, you seem to be in good health. You should leave the hospital today. The discharge procedures have already been completed."    

    

Lin Qingwan walked in and sat on the chair. She took two sips of tea and said.    

    

"You will leave the hospital today?"    

    

Murong was a little surprised. "I have been suffering from serious injuries for a hundred days. Ye Fei's legs are still not nimble. Isn't it a little too rushed?"    

    

"I paid him to be my bodyguard to protect me, not to be a master. He has been lying on the hospital bed, eating, drinking, and serving me!"    

    

Lin Qingwan's expression was very cold. "No need to talk about it. I will be discharged today!"    

    

Hearing Lin Qingwan's words, not to mention Ye Fei's face was ashen, even Murong could not bear it anymore. He waited for Lin Qingwan to shout, "Ms Qingwan, how can you be like this?! Too... too heartless!"    

    

"I am this kind of person! Sister Murong, one day you will understand my painstaking efforts!"    

    

Lin Qingwan's words were cold, and her words almost choked Murong to death.