After hearing the words of Songhara Songsha, the corner of his mouth raised and suddenly smiled: "I will feel even more at ease!"

After saying that, Wang Ziqiao came to the window, opened all the windows, and then stood beside Songhara, whispering: "I will let you fall asleep later. When you wake up, I will ask you some other conditions!"

After saying that, Wang Ziqiao pressed his hand behind Songsha Matsuhara's head.

If Songyuan Zhisha's cultivation level was all there, it would be difficult for Prince Qiao to let him fall asleep easily.

After seeing Matsuhara Tomosa closed his eyes, Prince Qiao then spoke up magic spells to tidy up the body of Matsuhara Tomosa.

In fact, it is not that Wang Ziqiao doesn't want to treat the toxins in the bone marrow for Songyuan Zhisha. It is because his mental power cannot penetrate into the mysterious place of the bone marrow. In addition, toxins are also something that his magic cannot kill. What he has to do now is to restore Songyuan Zhisha's body to normal, and then use his mental power to force the toxins to a certain part of his body, and force the toxins out through his blood vessels.

The magic healing technique lasted for nearly an hour, and the wrinkled skin of Matsuhara Tomosa had begun to regain its luster, elasticity, and even the flesh and blood increased a lot.

A ball of black things gathered from Songyuan Tomosa's whole body to his right arm. Prince Qiao grabbed Songyuan Tomosa's hand and gently slid his fingertips, breaking Songyuan Tomosa's middle finger, and the blood flowed out quickly. At first, it was bright red, but at last it was black purple. It took ten minutes before the black purple blood turned bright red again.

Only then did Prince Qiao put down Songyuan Tomosa's hand, and several healing techniques were blessed on Songyuan Tomosa's body.

About half an hour later, Wang Ziqiao grabbed Songyuan's hand again and forced the black purple poisonous blood out of his body.

It seemed as if it took two hours to spend two times, Wang Ziqiao sat cross-legged on the floor with sweat on his head, and said to himself: "Damn it, ten million is not that easy to make money, I'm almost exhausted!"

But Songyuan Tomosa slowly opened his eyes. When he saw that his hands, which were originally like dead branches, had become smooth and powerful, he looked shocked and hurriedly looked at Wang Ziqiao. He looked at Wang Ziqiao in surprise, stood up from the sofa, bent his legs, and knelt in front of Wang Ziqiao: "Thank you, Doctor Wang!"

"Don't say that it's so unnutritional, you can calm down for a while, wait for me to rest. Well, it's better to ignite the ambergris and prepare a good meal on the table!" After Wang Ziqiao said, he closed his eyes.

As expected, Songhara Tomosa calmed down and stepped into the mirror, stroking his cheeks, becoming more and more frightened. He didn't even understand what technique Wang Ziqiao used, and suddenly became so younger. He turned his head and looked at Wang Ziqiao's back, and said intimately: "Is it Chinese immortal arts? Those are not just legends? But why does this Prince Qiao?"

Originally, he wanted Junko Songyuan to fool Wang Ziqiao first, but now he found that he had to do a real trick, let Junko Songyuan follow Wang Ziqiao and investigate all the secrets of Wang Ziqiao, and it would be best to learn the magic that Wang Ziqiao knew.

After quietly leaving the room, Matsuhara Tomosa came outside.

Junko Matsuhara had been impatient for a long time, but she didn't dare to go in. At this time, when she saw Matsuhara Tomosa walked out, her eyes immediately widened, and she was so shocked that she could not express her words.

As for others, they can’t say a word. If they have to express their mood in one sentence, it will be shock and magic.

"It's so amazing. China is indeed worthy of the ancient civilization of 5,000 years. Grandpa, you look only forty or fifty years old now!" Junko Matsuhara said excitedly.

Songsha Matsuhara had no smile on her face, but came to another room with Junko Matsuhara. After sending the rest of the people, he was still looking at himself in the mirror and said with a smile: "It seems that Chinese people still don't know how to make money. They have such magical magic. Not to mention ten million, even if they are 100 million, there are still many people in the world who are willing to come to him for treatment. Even if they are not sick, they are willing to let him use this magic that can make people live a old age and a child!"

"Grandpa, he just said that it cannot remove your illness and can't eliminate the toxicity of your bone marrow. Is it true?"

Songsha Matsuhara nodded: "I think he has such skills, and it should not be difficult to detoxify, but he has a grudge in his heart and is unwilling to eradicate the root cause for me. He said that he will negotiate with me after he wakes up!"

"Did grandpa really allow Junko to follow him in the future?" Junko Matsuhara asked in confusion.

"Of course, we should not only follow him, but also be his closest person, try every means to please him, let him trust you completely, and be willing to teach you the magic he knows. If you learn it, then we Shuramen will definitely dominate the entire Japan, and I can also take revenge, grandpa!" Matsuhara Tomosa said with a serious expression.

"Hayi! Junko will definitely not let down grandpa's hope!" Junko Matsuhara bowed and said.

"You tell me to prepare some ambergris and light them in Prince Qiao's house, and prepare another table of waiting meals. Once Prince Qiao wakes up, I'll send them in immediately!"

"Yes!" Junko Matsuhara left.

...

Prince Qiao did not recuperate for too long. Half an hour after Junko Matsuhara personally lit ambergris, he opened his eyes, but Junko Matsuhara did not leave, just sat on the sofa and looked at Prince Qiao quietly.

When she found that Prince Qiao opened her eyes, she hurriedly walked up and bowed and said, "Master, I wonder if you are preparing for a meal!"

"Master?" When Prince Qiao heard this title, he immediately showed some surprise.

Junko Matsuhara smiled softly: "Master, don't you like Junko to call you that? If you heal my grandfather, Junko will fulfill her promise and be your maid for life. From then on, Junko will be your person, and you can send her at will!"

Prince Qiao smiled, without saying a word, but sat at the table and said, "Let me have a meal, and call your grandpa over here too!"

"Yes! Master!" Junko Matsuhara bowed and left.

Not long after, Tosasa Matsuhara and Junko Matsuhara came to the room, and behind them were men and women wearing plates.

Prince Qiao looked at Songsha Matsuhara and said, "You can sit down too! I have something to talk to you!"

Songsha Matsuhara nodded and sat opposite Prince Qiao. The waiter had already put the dishes on the table.

Prince Qiao first picked up a bite of the dish, chewed for a while before speaking, "Sinko has promised to be my maid, Shuramen's quick kill should be able to teach me without reservation, right?"

Songhara Matsuhara stood up quickly and bowed to Wang Ziqiao and said, "Please rest assured that Shuramen will never have any secrets in front of Doctor Wang from now on!"

(The fourth update, the other two updates will be updated at night, around 10 o'clock. It is recommended that you read them together after 10 o'clock in the future, so that you will not feel that there are fewer updates or unstable updates. The fourth update every day is guaranteed to be unstoppable. There is no way to guarantee that the manuscripts in your hand have been exploded this month, and it is very painful to release them immediately. Forget this month, it is purely for rewards. To be honest, I would like to thank Xiaosheng and those friends who insist on reading genuine subscriptions to pay tribute to every reader on the fan list.

Next month, Xiaoyu has to keep a few days of saving manuscripts, so there will be a buffer. The plot is not coded just by typing. Sometimes when encountering a bottleneck, I can’t write a few words a day. I will delete it after writing it, and then write it after deleting it...

Xiaoyu is almost a robot now. He has no time to spend time with his family, no time to go shopping, no time to find relatives and friends, and even some necessary social engagements. He always tries to time, let alone exercise. These things, Xiaoyu generally does not reveal to readers, because Xiaoyu knows what he does. Since he went to college, and until now, he has been typing for more than five years. Not everyone can stick to it. The edges of his heart have been polished and he will no longer explain anything in the future, so as not to say that I am sympathizing with or something.

You will naturally understand what you can understand. If you can't understand what you can't understand, you won't understand it no matter how much you say it, and it will not affect other readers' enthusiasm for reading!
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