Chapter 30 You Are Sick!

"Hello!"

In the cell, Ye Wushuang withdrew his consciousness, and his expression became cold. He didn't expect that he would be caught in prison. Chen Kun still didn't let him go, and wanted to let the two torture him.

Knowing the conspiracy of the two, Ye Wushuang was also mentally prepared, and closed his eyes tightly. At the same time, he stared outside the cell with his spiritual sense. After a while, the two jailers came over.

From the conversation just now, Ye Wushuang knew that one of them was Wang Er and the other was Zhang Ming, and both of them were at the Tenth Body Tempering Weight.

"Hey, look at this guy, so quiet!"

As soon as the two arrived outside Ye Wushuang's cell, they saw Ye Wushuang sitting cross-legged in the cell, motionless, as if they didn't know where they were?

"It's really strange. The guys who were locked up here before were all crying and begging for mercy in fear. Ye Wushuang must have been silent." Wang Er stood outside and looked at Ye Wushuang with a puzzled expression.

"Is it because he still doesn't know his situation?" Zhang Ming was also a little surprised.

"You'll know if you try it, but remember to plug your ears later. Once this guy knows his situation, he will probably cry in fright." Wang Er teased.

The two opened the cell door and walked in. Zhang Ming tried to shout: "Ye Wushuang!"

Ye Wushuang sat cross-legged on the ground, ignoring the two of them, and withdrew his consciousness to check his body.

"Made, pretend to be dead for me!"

Seeing that Ye Wushuang didn't even fart, Zhang Ming lost face, and kicked Ye Wushuang's head condescendingly.

Swish!

However, Ye Wushuang opened his eyes at the same time, two sharp rays of light flashed out, and the chilling sharp power rippled out, making the damp prison cell a bit colder.

rub!

Before Zhang Ming could kick that kick, he reflexively took it away.

"Made, you scared me!"

Zhang Ming's face was ugly, and he raised his retracted foot again, ready to kick it again.

However, it was stopped by Wang Er.

"What are you in a hurry for? It's good that this kid is not dead. Wouldn't it be better to greet him with 18 kinds of torture later?" Wang Er smiled cruelly, and motioned to Zhang Ming: "Take him to the execution room!"

"Boy, it's your fate, I will make your life worse than death later!" Zhang Ming understood, smiled cruelly, and grabbed Ye Wushuang's shoulder with one hand, ready to lift Ye Wushuang up.

"I'll go by myself!"

Ye Wushuang's brows sank, and at the same time his body shook, a huge force hit Zhang Ming's palm along his shoulder, pushing Zhang Mingzhen back more than ten steps.

Immediately, Ye Wushuang stood up and looked at the faces of the two of them formally.

There is not much difference in height between the two, the taller one is taller, but his figure is very thin. Seeing that his eyes are slightly red, blue color appears between his brows, and his face is pale, making him look a little sickly and ferocious!

"Made, this is my territory. If you dare to do it, I will see if I can kill you." Zhang Ming beat Ye Wushuang again and again, and became furious. He couldn't think too much, and he punched Ye Wushuang.

This time, Wang Er did not stop.

Ye Wushuang looked at Zhang Ming's fist indifferently, without moving his body. He waited until Zhang Ming's fist was only a few millimeters away from hitting his nose, and then he sneered and said, "If you dare to move me, you guys Neither of them will survive."

Swish!

The words "can't live" pierced Zhang Ming's heart like three swords, and his fist stopped abruptly less than half a millimeter from the tip of Ye Wushuang's nose.

"Boy, what did you say?"

Zhang Ming asked coldly, Wang Er also stepped forward, staring at Ye Wushuang.

"You should be clear!" Ye Wushuang said with a faint smile, with his hands behind his back.

"What is clear? If you don't make it clear, kid, I'll smash your head right away. Do you believe it or not?" Seeing Ye Wushuang's trickery, Zhang Ming's expression became ruthless, and he aroused his true energy. The energy fluctuations made Ye Wushuang's temples fly stand up.

Ye Wushuang's expression was still calm, as if he was like a magic stick, and said: "You hurt me even a little, I don't save you, you will die within three years!"

"You will die within three years. Do you think you are a god and can predict the future?"

Zhang Ming sneered and was about to do it.

Ye Wushuang was not afraid, shrugged and said: "I don't know if God can predict the future, but I know that for you, I am the God who can save you."

"Then you go to be a god!" Zhang Ming's ruthless light suddenly appeared, thinking that Ye Wushuang was fooling them, he immediately shrank his fist and smashed it quickly.

Ye Wushuang still didn't evade, and there wasn't even a trace of fear on his face, which made Wang Er feel a little strange.

"stop!"

After thinking for a while, Wang Er reached out with one hand, grabbed his arm, and stopped Zhang Ming.

"Wang Er, this kid is fooling us. If you don't ruin him, you can bear it." Zhang Ming said angrily.

"Wait a minute, this kid has something to say, let him explain clearly." Wang Er walked up to Ye Wushuang and said, "I'll give you a chance to explain clearly what I just said."

"To put it bluntly, you are sick!" Ye Wushuang said with a raised mouth.

"Ma De, you are sick, this kid is just teasing us." Zhang Ming became completely furious, and even scolded them for being sick, which is okay.

This time, even Wang Er looked ugly.

"I still don't believe it!" Ye Wushuang reminded: "Do you often feel dizzy and dizzy? When you are practicing, your meridians are tingling, like ice skates are cutting your body, and it is even more difficult to improve your cultivation level."

Hearing this, the expressions of the two of them changed again and again, and they stared at Ye Wushuang in astonishment, "How do you know?"

"I've said it all, I am the God who can save you, of course I know." Seeing the expressions of the two, Ye Wushuang was very sure in his heart, their eyes were red, their brows were blue, their faces were pale, and their qi was cold. Obviously suffering from a cold disease.

This disease is very terrible, it will gradually disintegrate the body of the cultivator until death, Ye Wushuang had this disease when he was a child, and his father Ye Xuan spent a lot of money to buy Zhiyang pill to cure it.

Seeing Ye Wushuang tell their secret, the two of them felt moved and asked anxiously, "How can you save us?"

"Of course, but thinking that I'm going to be tortured soon, I was so scared that I forgot it for a moment." Ye Wushuang scratched his ear and said lazily, he didn't look a little scared.

"You..." Zhang Ming's face turned red with anger, and he said anxiously, "As long as you speak out, I will not make things difficult for you, let alone use any severe punishment on you."

"Are you sure you can really cure me?" Wang Er asked after thinking for a while.

"Of course, the fourth-grade Yuanyang pill can cure it!" Ye Wushuang took out a crimson pill, which shone like a small sun in the dark.

"Fourth Grade Pill!"

Wang Er's eyes lit up, and he suddenly grabbed the pill in Ye Wu's hands.

"If I don't give it, you can't get it."

Ye Wushuang had already thought about it, and immediately sneered and turned sideways to avoid it, leaving Wang Er's hand empty.

"Give us!"

Wang Er and Zhang Ming stared ferociously at the Yuanyang Pill in Ye Wu's hands, ready to kill Ye Wushuang and take the pill.

Boom!

However, Ye Wushuang crushed Yuanyang Pill in an instant.

"don't want!"

The two of them stopped abruptly and screamed at the same time, staring fixedly at the dissipated Yuanyang Pill.

"Why!" the two yelled.

"No reason, I just want to tell you that it's impossible to kill me to get the elixir. If the young master doesn't give it to you, you won't be able to get it." Ye Wushuang shrugged.

"Then how on earth are you going to give us the pill!" Both of them were so angry that they almost vomited blood, did they play tricks like this!

"How to give it! Let me think about it."

Ye Wushuang sat on a tattered table, pretending to think.

"Oh, my shoulders are sore, and my legs are sore. It would be great if someone rubbed it. Maybe I can figure out how to give it." Ye Wushuang twisted his neck and said lazily.

Pooh!

Immediately, Wang Er and Zhang Ming vomited blood in their hearts, and they could think of anything after rubbing it. It was obvious that they wanted them to massage.

The two were very angry, but when they thought that they would suffer that kind of heartache every once in a while, their anger disappeared.

"Master Ye, I'm so sorry I offended you!"

The two of them gritted their teeth for a long time before walking towards Ye Wushuang, serving this "uncle" carefully!