Taoyuan Little Miracle Doctor

Chapter 509 Do you really have to do this?
Weiwei's sudden appearance caught Wang Chen off guard, and at the same time he felt an inexplicable sense of fear.

It's not that he is timid, or that he is slow and late-thinking, but everything Weiwei did was too weird.

There is a distance of six or seven meters from the door of the house to the pavilion where Wang Chen is.

The roads leading here are all paved with bluestones.

No matter what kind of shoes they are, they will make some slight noise when you step on them normally.

However, Wang Chen didn't hear any footsteps just now.

It's as if Weiwei didn't come here, but floated over with her feet dangling in the air.

Her sudden appearance in this situation, coupled with her indifferent voice and the sudden appearance of a bloody hand on her shoulder, would probably make anyone panic immediately.

After hearing her curse, Wang Chen's body trembled suddenly, and his face instantly turned pale.

At this time, he didn't dare to move at all, because he was worried that Weiwei would do something to him, so he could only cast a look at the old god for help in a panic.

Seeing how scared he looked, the old god frowned: "Although Weiwei is a little older than you, she is just a weak and weak girl. Are you so afraid of her?"

A weak and weak girl?

Hearing such a description, Wang Chen's facial muscles twitched involuntarily.

Although he didn't want to admit it, what Weiwei had just shown really looked like a fairy transformed from a python.

If she were really a goblin, she might be able to kill Wang Chen in an instant. In this case, how could she be called weak and weak?

Of course, he didn't dare to tell these things.

Wang Chen swallowed hard and smiled dryly: "I...I'm not afraid...of her, it's just...I suddenly felt...a little urgent to urinate."

"Just go pee if you have an urgent need to pee. How can you act like this?" the old god said with a contemptuous smile.

Wang Chen grinned, then turned around slowly: "Sister Weiwei, you...can you let me go first and let me go to the toilet?"

Weiwei squinted at Wang Chen, then let go of his shoulder and stepped away.

Wang Chen hurriedly stood up and staggered towards the toilet, as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden.

After entering the toilet, Wang Chen took out a cigarette and lit one.

After taking a few hard puffs, the panic gradually calmed down a bit.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind at this time.

The strongest thought among them is to get out of here quickly.

Regardless of whether Weiwei is a goblin or not, what he saw and heard just now has made Wang Chen feel afraid of Weiwei.

He really didn't like this feeling and subconsciously wanted to escape from this environment.

But then I thought about it, and it seemed a little inappropriate to leave directly.

After all, the owner of this house is not Weiwei but the old god.

The old immortal was kind to Wang Chen, and if he left rashly, it would be very rude.

Besides, the old god had something serious to talk to Wang Chen about today. They had just had a casual conversation and hadn't mentioned anything serious yet.

So even if you want to leave, at least you have to ask the right questions, and if not, you have to make up a decent reason.

Thinking of this, Wang Chen felt bitter in his heart.

Old fairy, old fairy, if you had finished talking about the business early in the morning, then I wouldn't have to be so embarrassed.

As soon as I came in, you were always either drinking tea and playing chess, or talking about ghosts and ghosts, which not only delayed the business, but also made me even more scared.

"Wang Chen, why haven't you come out yet? Did you fall into the toilet pit?"

While Wang Chen was murmuring in his heart, the old god's shouts rang out from outside.

Wang Chen grinned: "Let's go out now."

"Hurry up, I'm here to ask for your help." After hearing what the old immortal said, Wang Chen took a few puffs of his cigarette.

While puffing out the smoke, he secretly cheered himself up and said: Even if Weiwei is a goblin, there is no need to be afraid of her. After all, Grandpa Li is still around. Grandpa Li is an old god. As long as he is around, all monsters and ghosts will be put to rest. Stay!

After thinking about this, Wang Chen felt a little more confident.

Then he pretended to be calm and walked outside.

When he walked up to him, the old god was still sitting on the stone stool, and Weiwei was still standing next to the stone table.

But there was an extra wooden box on the stone table.

There was a sharp knife in the wooden box, some herbs, a ball of gauze, and a bottle of something similar to wine.

Seeing Wang Chen approaching, the old immortal handed the sharp knife to Wang Chen, then pointed at Weiwei and said, "Help her."

Wang Chen was stunned for a moment.

What can you do to help Weiwei?
When he was about to ask this question, the scene of Weiwei drinking raw chicken blood in the kitchen suddenly appeared in his mind.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly.

When his eyes swept over the guy in front of him, he wondered whether the old god felt that Weiwei had not drunk enough chicken blood just now, and was planning to let him cut the blood vessel and feed his blood to Weiwei. Bar?

At this point in his reverie, Wang Chen's eyelids twitched twice.

He raised his head and looked at the old god with astonishment: "Li... Grandpa Li, it's not appropriate to do this."

The old god muttered: "What's wrong with this little thing? Besides, aren't these all things you are good at?"

Hearing this, Wang Chen frowned a little deeper.

You have to feed my blood to Weiwei, is this still a small matter?
Besides, when did I become good at this kind of thing?
"Can you hurry up!"

When Wang Chen was about to tactfully reject the old god, Weiwei suddenly urged him slightly anxiously from the side.

Weiwei's impatient look made Wang Chen dare not refuse.

The corners of his lips moved: "I raise a lot of chickens in Donghe Bay. How about I catch one and bring it back to you?"

"What are you talking about?" Weiwei and the old god asked in unison.

Wang Chen said with a smile: "Although chicken blood is not as good as human blood, my chickens were raised on herbs and have high nutritional content."

"Is something wrong with you?"

After hearing what Wang Chen said, Weiwei immediately let out an angry voice, then walked over and snatched the knife from his hand: "If you don't dare to do it, then I will do it myself."

Watching her snatch the sharp blade, Wang Chen subconsciously took a step back.

He thought that because Weiwei saw him as being abrasive, Weiwei was going to cut Wang Chen's blood vessels herself.

So he hurriedly said: "Don't... I have to do this kind of thing myself. You don't have much experience, and you will inevitably make the wound deeper."

As he spoke, he carefully took the blade away again.

He turned to look at the old god: "Grandpa Li, do you really have to do this?"

"Hey, you're a pretty happy guy on weekdays, why are you so pretentious today?"

"I……"

Wang Chen grinned. It seemed that he couldn't escape today's trouble.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and picked up the blade and slashed it on his arm.

"What are you doing? Who asked you to row yourself?"

Seeing his dangerous move, the old god suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his wrist.

Wang Chen raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it my arm, but yours?!"

(End of this chapter)