Saint Eyes: The Magic Doctor

"You... What did you do to me?" Nian Bing looked at Wu Lai, who had turned his back to her, and panic flashed across her eyes.    

    

Right now, she felt weak all over, and she could not muster up any strength at all.    

    

"I didn't do anything! Don't worry!" Wu Lai quickly turned around and raised his hand to swear, "I am a gentleman, you have to believe me!"    

    

A gentleman? Nian Bing smacked her lips and looked at the serious Wu Lai. She really wanted to laugh. Was he a gentleman? No matter how she looked at it, Wu Lai was just a scoundrel... Furthermore, even if he did something, she wouldn't blame him.    

    

After that, she shook her head and adjusted the Innate Qi in her body. Wu Lai waved his hand and all the silver needles returned to his hand.    

    

He had finally recovered his boiling beast blood just now. His original impulse had also disappeared. As he put away the silver needles, he said, "You rest for a while. I'm a little hungry, so I'm going out to eat first."    

    

After saying that, he ran away from the room.    

    

The moment Wu Lai walked out of the room, a few pairs of eyes fell on him. Luo Feifei looked at him suspiciously, sizing him up from head to toe. Her gaze was still fixed on his special position for a few seconds. He coughed lightly and pretended not to know anything. He returned to his seat with an innocent expression.    

    

"What did you do just now?" Luo Feifei did not seem to notice anything wrong. As she ate, she asked.    

    

"I just treated her a little. Now she is resting inside." Wu Lai sat at the table and began wolfing down his food. He did not care about his image. On the side. As he ate, he praised, "Not bad, not bad. My treasured knife is still young. I haven't cooked for some time. I thought my cooking skills had deteriorated. It seems that it's still not bad. It's not embarrassing. "    

    

When some people heard Wu Lai's words, they all rolled their eyes. Was this just not bad? Was this person being modest or proud? This table of dishes, one person, was prepared in an hour's time. The taste was even better than the dishes served by the chefs of the hotels. Was he not satisfied with this?    

    

How far could he go if he was satisfied?    

    

Old Godly Doctor sat at the table and finished the Seven Coincidence Glazed Heart. When he heard Wu Lai's words, he smiled and ignored him. He glanced at the private room and then started to enjoy the medicinal cuisine.    

    

Ten minutes later, Nian Bing came out of the treasure box in a hurry. She walked to the table and said a few words to Old Godly Doctor before leaving in a hurry.    

    

Seeing Nian Bing leave, everyone was confused. Only Wu Lai touched his nose and pretended not to see her.    

    

"Why did she go back?" Luo Feifei stopped eating and looked at Wu Lai who was beside her.    

    

Wu Lai quickly shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe it is because she is not feeling well. Go back and have a good rest. She must be too tired."    

    

Too tired?    

    

Luo Yi laughed when he heard this, but he didn't point it out.    

    

What kind of strength did Group Leader Nian Bing have? Everyone knew clearly in their hearts that he was able to make such a person in the top 50 of the Heaven Rank tired?    

    

Perhaps there was only one possibility. Something unspeakable had happened between her and Wu Lai, and Nian Bing had to go back and make some adjustments.    

    

Luo Feifei was skeptical. Yin Xiaomin, who was eavesdropping on the conversation, also seemed to be relieved, but those old foxes acted as if they did not know anything and did not point it out.