"Slap!"
"Slap!"
"..."
The crisp sound of slapping suddenly echoed through the peaceful street, causing so passersby to feel surprised. However, when they saw a man in his thirties frantically slapping a man in his twenties, they also showed strange expressions. After watching for a while and seeing nothing worth seeing, they left.
But at this mont, Cao Zhile was stunned by the unexpected slap. What was going on with this guy?! He dared to hit him?!
"Bas... Bastard... Bastard!"
The slap landed, causing Cao Zhile's voice to tremble, but he finally managed to say complete words: "Stop it right now!"
"Oh?"
Upon hearing this, the Prophet chuckled, then his gaze turned cold. The power in the slap increased, and the speed quickened too, directly causing Cao Zhile's cheeks to swell high.
"Haha, how does it feel? Turning you into a fat pig is helping you gain so at; your face is too slender. No need to thank , it's what I should do."
When Cao Zhile, still being slapped by the Prophet, heard these shaless words, he instantly sprayed a mouthful of blood, almost hitting the Prophet. The Prophet quickly dodged the blood spatters, grabbed Cao Zhile, and angrily said: "You fool, can't you warn
before spitting blood?! You make
dodge on my own?!"
"I..."
Cao Zhile wanted to roar angrily, but upon eting the Prophet's eyes, he was startled and inexplicably felt guilty. Yet, sohow, he still puffed up his chest to face the Prophet as if gaining confidence.
And Cao Zhile's confidence ca from the Cao Family behind him! As a family practicing ancient martial arts, indeed he had such confidence, after all, they were an ancient martial arts family!
"Let... Let go!"
"Oh?"
The Prophet looked at the guy in his hand, now swollen like a pig head, and was also startled. Then with disdain, he threw him away, unable to resist comnting: "I don't know what you're made of, how co you're so fragile? You ca to harass decent won, I thought you had so skills, but you're not tough at all. Can't play anymore."
The Prophet sighed and turned around, thinking that after being beaten so badly, especially on the face, this guy wouldn't have the guts to co back for trouble, right?
"You..."
Cao Zhile showed anger on his face, but his already swollen mouth made it hard for him to speak. Just saying a sentence was painful, even with his willpower, he found it hard to endure. But sohow he found the strength to open his mouth.
"You'll all pay for this! I'll make you regret it!"
After saying this, Cao Zhile left in anger. He hadn't brought his henchn along today, thinking it was unnecessary — after all, this world was full of ordinary people, who could possibly hurt him?
Besides, his outing this ti was just for You Yang, what did others have to do with him? Now, however, he regretted not bringing his henchn.
If he had powerful henchn, he wouldn't have been beaten like this, maybe he'd even be the one commanding people to fight.
"Hmph!" Unfortunately, the only response to Cao Zhile was the sound of a closing door, making him look especially annoyed. Since he couldn't win, he would call for reinforcents. Cao Zhile wouldn't foolishly charge in alone; he'd definitely gather all his n, have them launch the attack.
"Right, still need to call that strong guy, but it will cost a lot of money..."
Thinking of that person, Cao Zhile felt love and hate. That person was an assassin, very capable, but his price was sowhat high. However, he always completed the tasks...
"So, resolved?"
At this ti, the Prophet returned to the room, nodded to Hao Jian.
"Resolved, but quickly treat the God of Death over there."
The Prophet hurried You Yang, feeling a bit urgent. He stopped playing with Cao Zhile just to get You Yang to treat Hao Jian's injuries quickly.
"Why so anxious?"
You Yang glanced at the Prophet and said, "I'm going to treat the God of Death now."
Looking at Hao Jian, You Yang felt a tremor in his heart, but he suppressed it. He looked at Hao Jian and said, "Are you ready? As I've said, it will be very painful..."
"Alright..."
Hao Jian nodded with a smile. Although You Yang said so, Hao Jian didn't think it would be painful, as being the God of Death, he had experienced much suffering and most pains didn't affect him.
Now, the pain You Yang ntioned didn't bother Hao Jian at all. Quite the opposite, he eagerly wanted You Yang to treat him quickly so he could recover sooner.
"Are you sure?" You Yang still looked at Hao Jian uncertainly and said, "My thod can heal your injuries within three hours. But this is just an initial recovery, and the cost is unbearable pain. Don't talk big; experience it yourself and then tell ..."
Looking at Hao Jian, You Yang didn't plan to let him speak. Instead, he lifted his head, glanced at the distant cabinet, and with a slap, a force flew out, suddenly sending out a packet of items..............
"Since you inherit ancient Traditional Chinese dicine, I'll treat you with acupuncture so you can feel how I heal. Consider it a lesson; if you have the strength and can endure this pain, this acupuncture thod might be useful for you in the future."
You Yang looked at Hao Jian calmly, slowly picked up a golden needle, and continued, "In simple terms, this thod stimulates your body's potential, enhancing your extraordinary healing and recovery abilities. However, this thod can only be used on exceptionally strong individuals."
At this point, You Yang suddenly noticed an urgent gaze. Turning his head, he saw it was the Prophet, and he laughed softly, picked up the golden needle, and directly stabbed it into Hao Jian's acupuncture points.
"Ah!"
At the mont the golden needle pierced, an inhuman scream suddenly erupted from You Yang's pharmacy, breaking through the sky.
"So miserable... so miserable... luckily, it's not ..."
The Prophet swallowed hard, looking at the constantly screaming Hao Jian. It was clear that if such a thod could make the God of Death, who felt nothing, scream like this, it was a testant to its pain.
Without a doubt, the Prophet wouldn't experience this treatnt thod, considering it masochistic! And he had inquired You Yang; it's definitely impossible to use anesthesia during acupuncture, so one must face this pain directly...
The treatnt lasted three hours, and Hao Jian's screams persisted for the entire duration. By the end, his throat was hoarse, and his voice was weak and faint.
Yet Hao Jian could sense the surging power within, this familiar force made him clench his fists, realizing his hands were filled with power. He couldn't help but exclaim, "This thod is even more miraculous than my dical skills, but I've morized your technique."
Hao Jian smiled at You Yang and said, "I really have to thank you this ti. Without you, even if my injuries healed, it would take one or two months. By then, saving Huaxia would be beyond my reach."
Hearing this, You Yang's face blushed slightly, but she pointed at the Prophet and said, "You should thank the Prophet in front of you for your quick recovery. Without the millennial-level dicine he used to sustain your vital essence and awaken you."
"Because of this, there was still residual dicinal power in your body. I just activated it, helping you restore your injuries together. Otherwise, you'd endure this pain for a day and a night."
Upon hearing this, Hao Jian's face stiffened, understanding You Yang's words ant that without the Prophet's decoction, he'd face a day and night's agony?
Those past three hours were an ordeal, each second torturous, every minute felt like a century. If he were to try a day and night, Hao Jian wondered whether he could endure, even needing days to recover.
"Haha, seems like you should thank , God of Death. Without my help, perhaps you'd still be screaming now. It's been a long ti since I heard your screams, if others heard it, they'd laugh uncontrollably."
The Prophet laughed, patting Hao Jian's shoulder. His eyes subtly focused, and suddenly he looked at You Yang and said, "Did you really heal his injuries?"
"The potential stimulation, won't it burden his body?" The Prophet worried most about overstimulation, possibly limiting Hao Jian's strength from progressing.
Upon hearing this, You Yang rolled her eyes at the Prophet and retorted, "What good does this do for ? Or do you think I'd do such a thing?"
As You Yang's voice fell, the Prophet paused, then laughed loudly, embarrassed. He looked at You Yang and, with a sheepish smile, said, "I didn't think about that; I was too worried about this guy. After all, he's the only one in Huaxia who can stand out now."
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