The attending doctor's words were obvious enough.
Translated it was - Kid, you don't have a few days to live, hurry up and spend all your money before you die cheaply.
Chen Pingan returned to the hotel hopelessly, the time was already past nine in the evening.
"Alas, it's useless to be able to make money, this disease can't be cured with money." He opened the game and saw that Fang Qingchi had already stopped regulating and was sitting in front of the window looking at the moonlight outside.
This little ninny must also be worried about tomorrow's progress.
But she didn't need to worry at all.
Because there was now 500,000 in the bank card, for this game, 500,000 was already considered a huge amount of money, there were just too many things that could be done, an Immortal Mixed Heaven Mending Pill was only 100,000, 500,000 might even be able to buy the life of a YuanYing cultivator!
"If only I could also have kryptonite to buy my own life." Pingan Chen shook his head, but unfortunately, his life was not a game, and no one would send him props to change his life against the odds outside of the game.
Tomorrow, Fang Qingzhi was going back to the Qing Yun Sect.
And he was also going to Tianmen Mountain to record the program.
"Reversing the heavens and changing my fate still depends on me, at least now that I have half a million dollars I can do a lot of things that I didn't dare to think about before, in a sense, how is this not a kind of changing my fate?"
Chen Pingan lay on the bed looking at the ceiling and muttering to himself.
The mind that was still somewhat anxious instantly calmed down.
Things were already not going to get any worse.
Then every step after that would be on the up and up.
"Alas, there's nothing to do for now, so let's give that black cat a needle."
He finally remembered that another life existed within this room and lifted the black cat out of the shoebox.
The black cat had just been sleeping, and at this moment was placed on the sofa by Pingan Chen with eyes that were still confused. However, it immediately reacted and gave a pitiful "meow" with its throat clenched, then limped on the sofa and took two steps, then turned its head and meowed to Ping An Chen again.
Could this Pingan Chen stand it?
He stared at the black cat limping as well, rubbing his chin and pondering: ''What needle method is better? That Vein Opening Needle was effective before, although it is suspected to be risky, but since they are limping anyway, it doesn't matter if they really suffer side effects, besides, my Chen's luck won't be that bad."
The black cat stared at Chen Pingan also pondering.
[Jie Jie, this king is cute, right? Quickly apply the needle to this king, heal the injuries on this king's body so that this king will have a better chance of laying his hands on your magic treasure ... Jie Jie Jie Jie!"]
"Let's use the pulse opening needle then, and wrestle a bicycle into a motorcycle!" Pingan Chen took out a silver needle and operated it on the black cat for a while.
Half an hour later, the black cat looked at its limping right leg and fell into deep thought.
[Hiss-! It's not right, it shouldn't be ...]
[Is it hard to believe that this kid doesn't know acupuncture? But this king's leg was still fine before!"]
It was just pretending to be lame, and now it was completely lame.
A large, expressionless face stretched over in the field of vision.
"You have a destiny with this king."
Pingan Chen hid the guilt in his heart with a deep expression. He could see that the black cat's right leg was completely insensible, just like a wooden mallet, hard and stiff.
"Since this is the case, this father will be responsible for you, from now on, you will be called 〈Ba Muscle〉, naming a pet in our human world means taking it under your wing, from now on, you have to grow up healthily, you eat what I eat, no picky eaters ..."
Chen Pingan rambled on while putting the dumbfounded Bully Muscle into the shoebox and closing the lid. In his heart, he thought that a kitten knows nothing, and that he would heal its leg back after he figured out the Open Pulse Needle Technique.
Then he mortared his crutches and went downstairs to buy steamed buns.
Today there is money, in addition to the steamed buns he will also add a chicken leg.
The door slammed shut with a bang.
The shoebox on the table also shook violently.
[Ahhhhhhh! This king's leg!!!]
[Damn human kid, wait for this king, don't let this king find a chance to clean you up!
...
At noon, Pingan Chen had fallen asleep, and the cell phone on the table was still running the electronic girlfriend game.
As the time came to 12 o'clock sharp, a game prompt box popped up:
[You have 72 days left in your life]
...
"Have you heard? That Fang Qingzhi is going back to the sect!"
"Fang Qingzhi? Who is it ..."
"The one who injured Red Peak's youngest sister, it's said that she did it on purpose... Oops, it's bad nature, how dare she come back?"
"Never mind whether she did it on purpose or not, which of the clan competitions doesn't have injuries? Is Red Peak that pretentious?"
"Let's not even talk about it, Fang Qingzhi is here!"
The crowd of disciples looked towards the entrance of the Green Cloud Sect.
At some point, there was already a slim figure there. She wore a green and white Daoist robe, her black hair was tied behind her head with a white rope, and she carried a moon white flying sword in her right hand, and when the morning breeze blew, the two strands of hair in front of her forehead rose slightly, and the corners of her clothes and the sword's fringe also flipped in the wind.
Her pace was not very fast, but in just a moment she had already walked to the square in front of the clan's hall.
"She is Fang Qingzhi?"
"Uh, they're all saying that Mu Baifang is pretty, and Fang Qingzhi is jealous that Mu Baifang has seized her position at Red Peak ... But now it looks like this Fang Qingzhi is much prettier than Mu Baifang ah ..."
"Hehe, Fang Qingzhi herself is prettier than Mu Baifang, and I thought it was quite a pity that she was expelled from the sect in the first place."
...
Fang Qingzhi stood still on the square in front of the hall, raising her eyes to meet the various gazes around her.
There were a total of 1,200 cultivators in the Qing Yun Sect, and the buzz of their discussions could be clearly heard.
She didn't know what these murmurs were saying.
I'm sure it wasn't anything good ...
"Fang Qingzhi, there's nothing to be afraid of."
She tightly gripped the Vegetable String Sword, the scabbard icy cold and piercing to the bone.
The blade made of thousand year old basalt iron was emitting a frosty white chill even through the scabbard, mingling with that morning mist.
However, she didn't feel much cold, instead, her heart gradually stabilized and she no longer felt nervous.
She was not standing here alone.
She was not alone behind her.
Even though she couldn't see her senior's silhouette, she could feel a gentle gaze watching over her.
Every day and every night, when she cultivated, when she ate, when she slept, when she bathed ... that gaze would always appear from time to time.
At first, she would be shy and embarrassed, and then she would be a little uneasy without that gaze instead.
At some point, she had become very dependent on senpai.
She knew that this was not good, but always could not control her own heart.
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, it was only daylight that shifted by three points.
All the peaks' pro-generation elders had arrived, and the door of the Sovereign Hall opened, and Sovereign Wu Duan Tian walked out of the door with three pro-generation elders. Red Peak mountain flying out of the five macro light, a green flying sword first horse from the sky, Qing Xuan Taoist from the Xuan Yuan sword flying down, followed by Xiao Yifeng, Yun Zimo and Zhang Hanxiao, three Red Peak inner disciples successively down the flying sword fell on the square. Lu Changtian was the last to arrive, carrying his junior sister Mu Baishang behind his flying sword.
Fang Qingzhi and Mu Baishang behind Lu Changtian exchanged glances, their gazes indifferent.
Mu Baishang, on the other hand, looked like she was frightened and hurriedly hid behind Lu Changtian.
A violent shout suddenly rang out, shaking Fang Qingzhi's two ears.
"Fang Qingzhi! Do you know the offense?!"