Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor - Chapter 1474

[Chapter 1467 Learn to ask for help]

“The antidote for the corpse brain pill requires two things that cannot be found at home and abroad.” Xia Qingchen murmured: “One is the feces or blood essence of the soul-devouring god insect, and the other is psychedelic grass.

” I have the former, and the latter needs to go to the Demon Realm to find it.” Xia Qingchen said.

Yue Mingzhu immediately grabbed Xia Qingchen’s sleeve: “No!” The

devil world is the gate of hell.

Which of the monsters inside is not extremely ferocious?

Go inside to look for psychedelic grass, and you will surely die.

“No need to worry.” Xia Qingchen said, “You don’t have to go deep into the demon world.”

He pondered: “The entrance and exit of the gate of hell has been infested with magic energy for a long time, and it is unknown that psychedelic grass grows.”

Psychedelic grass is in the devil world. , it is not a scarce variety, as long as there is sufficient magic energy, most places will grow.

“The only concern is whether I have a chance to get close to the exit of Hell Gate.” Xia Qingchen murmured.

This is what worries him most.

Although I have never understood it, I can imagine that there must be a human seal near the gate of hell.

There must be extremely sensitive places, and ordinary people are not allowed to approach at all.

“It seems that the Longyuan Emperor Association, I have to take one or two seriously.” Yu Tingtong once said that the Longyuan Emperor Association can decide to fight against the status in the gate of hell.

In other words, the higher the status, the closer the chance to seal.

“His” Yue Mingzhu suddenly twitched, covering her head in pain.

After experiencing the whistle stimulation of the faceless gentleman, the corpse brain pill, which would have exploded completely in ten days, has been greatly advanced.

It is urgent to suppress the corpse brain pill.

“Where’s the Yinyue Bodhi I gave you?” Xia Qingchen said, “Drink it first, it will have a certain effect on relieving the acute poisonous attack.”

Yuemingzhu just remembered it, and after taking it out and drinking it, it really had an immediate effect.

The severe pain in the head was much lighter, and the feeling of being cut with a thousand knives quickly eased.

It’s just that she has experienced several attacks before, and her spirit has been traumatized, which cannot be treated by Yinyue Bodhi.

“Go back first.” Xia Qingchen wanted to die, so he must refine some medicines to treat mental injuries.

Baiyun Village.

When Xia Qingchen returned to the villa area, there was nothing unusual around him.

Previously, the arrest of the tomb keeper was silent and never alerted anyone.

However, when Xia Qingchen came back, there were two more figures at the entrance of the manor.

One is the head of the Huang family, and the other is Huang Wending.

At this time, Huang Wending’s eyes were tightly closed and his brows were furrowed. Although he fell into a coma, his expression was extremely painful.

“Young Master Xia.” The Huang Family Master said with a complicated expression.

Xia Qingchen looked at Huang Wending, who he was supporting, and knew that it was the uncontrollable outbreak of Huang Wending’s mental trauma.

A few days ago, the mental trauma had reached the level of erupting every few hours.

Now I’m afraid it has completely exploded.

“Is something wrong?” Xia Qingchen said, saying that Huang Patriarch always supported him when he was in trouble.

Yu Li, he should still give some face.

The head of the Huang family said: “I beg Master Xia to help.”

Xia Qingchen walked over with a blank face, stared at the unconscious Huang Wending from a close distance, and said, “It is indeed terminally ill. Die.”

Huang Patriarch clenched his fists again and again, unaware that the situation was in critical condition.

“I implore Young Master Xia to help him, and the old man will repay him with all his might.” Although the grandson of Huang Wending did not like Huang Wending very much, he was the best among the younger generation, and he couldn’t help him.

Seeing that Xia Qingchen was indifferent, Patriarch Huang bent on one knee, ready to kneel and worship.

As a famous legend in the martial arts world, as an elderly person, as Xia Qingchen’s nominal grandfather.

This one-knee worship is too big!

Xia Qingchen didn’t stop her, but raised her hand, slapped Huang Wending’s face fiercely, and said lightly, “Can you still pretend?” The

crisp slap left an incomparably clear palm print on Huang Wending’s cheek.

Huang Wending, who should have fallen into a coma, was suddenly slapped, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

“I’m embarrassed to ask for help, so I pretended to be in a coma and asked grandpa to bow down for you?” Xia Qingchen looked down with her eyes full of contempt.

He saw early in the morning that Huang Wending was not really in a coma, but pretended to be stunned.

He was arrogant and unwilling to ask Xia Qingchen for treatment, but in the entire Linlang Island, only Xia Qingchen could.

Therefore, he pretended to be in a coma and asked his grandfather to ask Xia Qingchen to take action, and he could just sit back and enjoy the success.

“People who call themselves the Huang family look a bit like the Huang family!” Xia Qingchen slapped him again.

If Huang Wending had the backbone, he would rather die than seek treatment from him, and he would still think highly of Huang Wending.

But unfortunately, he wanted both the backbone and Xia Qingchen to take action, but he didn’t want to come forward himself.

True to the words of the ancients, when you become a bitch, you still want to build a torii!

Two slaps, and finally Huang Wending couldn’t hold on.

He opened his eyes, felt the burning pain in his cheeks, and became angry with shame – the surnamed Xia was really willing to do it!

“Ding’er, are you pretending?” Patriarch Huang stared at him with a hint of disappointment.

If you don’t want to ask for help, then you count him?

Let him be the dignified head of the Huang family, a dignified grandfather, begging for a grandson in a low voice?

Huang Wending pleaded guilty: “The grandson just woke up, grandpa, did you ask Xia Qingchen to treat me?” The

Huang family head didn’t care, and hummed: “Pay attention to your words! It’s to save you, not to treat you! Don’t ask for it! Young Master Xia?”

Please?

Let him beg Xia Qingchen, the taste is comparable to eating a bowl of live maggots fished out of a latrine.

He is as arrogant and arrogant as him, how can he bow his head to Xia Qingchen?

“Forget it, your grandson said last time that he won’t let me save him if he dies.” Xia Qingchen said, “You guys should ask for another one.”

Seeing that Xia Qingchen was about to leave, Huang Wending’s heart was surging.

He knows best about his own situation. The mental trauma has reached an extremely serious level. If he doesn’t get treatment, he might be in big trouble.

So, no matter how disgusting you are, you have to pinch your nose.

He squeezed out a stiff smile, bowed and said, “Young Master Xia, please show the heart of a bodhisattva to save you from the sea of misery. I will definitely be grateful.”

His heart was extremely disgusting, and he felt extremely ashamed.

However, let’s wait, wait until the injury is healed and then come to mind, hum!

“Tsk tsk tsk! Is this asking for help, or is it asking for someone?” Yue Mingzhu asked with a half-smiling smile.

Beg and please, the difference between one word means a world of difference.

The former has a humble attitude and seeks out from others.

The latter is equal status and mutually beneficial.

Patriarch Huang’s eyes turned cold, his toes kicked on Huang Wending’s knee, and the latter staggered to the ground: “Will you beg someone?

”

Huang Wending only felt that his lungs were about to explode, but he actually asked him to kneel and plead with Xia Qingchen?

This, this is more uncomfortable than killing him! !

But, he really didn’t want to let him die.

His teeth were clenched, his cheeks wriggled for a moment, his face was gloomy, and he said in a low voice: “Please, Master Xia, save me!!”

Every word, every tone of voice, was squeezed from the gap between his teeth. (Five tomorrow, before ten o’clock in the evening)

[End of This Chapter]