Text Chapter 383 Senior Sister Is Called Shuang'er

"Well... you won't be kind this time?" The old poisonous man chuckled, "Okay, just for your words, I'll ask that girl Shuang'er to bring you some garbage and clean up the leaves. People at home don’t need to take too good things.”

"Senior Sister went back to Poison Sect?" Qin Lang asked.

The old poison frowned, and snorted: "It's just a girl, what is her name, she is not my apprentice! You are a true disciple of the Poison Sect, and she is just a girl, at best, yours." Maid, why don’t you call her Senior Sister!~”

"Old Poison, why are you so rigid!" Qin Lang said solemnly, "Senior Sister Shuang'er is not your apprentice, but she is still a member of the Poison Sect, and she got started earlier than me, so I should call her Senior Sister. What's more, Senior sister serves you without complaint, so why can't you treat senior sister better?"

"I can't allow you to point me to my actions!" The old poison said dissatisfiedly, "In short, in front of me, you must know how to respect and humble. You are my true disciple and the future suzerain of the Poison Sect. With the style of the suzerain, a servant girl is a servant girl, and a poisonous slave is a poisonous slave. There is no distinction between big and small, high or low, how will you revitalize the poison sect in the future..."

"Okay, I beg you, old man, don't talk about revitalizing the Poison Sect. In short, I won't call Sister Shuang'er the head of the senior sister in front of you, right? Closer to home, what good things do you plan to ask Shuang'er to bring me?" Qin Lang reluctantly Can't stop asking.

"There are a lot of things on our Wudu Mountain. Although I haven't taken care of it myself these years, but with the girl Shuang'er looking after me, there should always be some powerful things produced on the Wudu Mountain. Although I can't get into my eyes , but these things should be enough to deal with the Ye family." The old poison said, and then blew a sharp whistle towards the outside.

A moment later, a black bird rushed into the room at high speed, and landed in the palm of Old Poison. This black bird is only slightly bigger than a sparrow, its body is as black as ink, and its beak is unusually sharp, just like the beak of an eagle. It makes people feel that this little ground bird is not a vegetarian, but a bird of prey in the sky. kind. Qin Lang naturally recognized this bird. This kind of bird is called "Black Cloud Vulture". Like "Blood Crow", it is a bird of prey raised by the Poison Sect. It's just that with the decline of the Poison Sect, the number of Black Cloud Vultures has dropped sharply, and now there are only a few pairs of Black Cloud Vultures existing in the Poison Sect's mountain gate. Although the black cloud vulture is small in size, it is no less powerful than any other kind of vulture or vulture. However, when they hunt, they do not act alone, but in groups. Because of their large number, fast speed, and claws The beak is very sharp, it looks like a black cloud when flying, and the place it passes is like a black cloud pressing down on the city, very fierce.

But now, this Black Cloud Vulture can only become a tool for the old poison to send messages, because the place where the Poison Sect's mountain gate is located cannot be contacted by mobile phone or telephone, and the Black Cloud Vulture is the best and fastest way. In addition, compared with mobile phones, in the eyes of the old poison, it is obviously safer and more reliable to use primitive things like black cloud vultures to transmit information.

Qin Lang didn't know what "good things" the old poison would ask Shuang'er World to bring him, but since the old poison thought it could solve the problem, Qin Lang was not so worried.

Everything is ready, just wait for Qin Lang to get the "weapon" given to him by the old poison, then everything will be solved.

Although the old poison promised to help, Qin Lang did not sit back and enjoy the benefits. He was still carefully preparing for tomorrow's "deal" and began to count all kinds of poisons, healing medicines, hidden weapons, etc. It is still necessary to grind guns in battle. .

I don't know when, the old poison has left.

Qin Lang knew that if the old poison said he would not make a move, then he would not. It is already very good that the old poison is willing to give Qin Lang something to use.

Qin Lang prepared in an orderly manner, just like a soldier about to go to the battlefield, cleaning up his guns and ammunition. For Qin Lang, there should be a tough battle tomorrow, which is completely different from the last time in Qingyun Mountain. This time, the people of the Ye family must have made complete preparations, and they will even dispatch some tyrannical masters. Qin Lang wants to save Ma Zhenyong again Come out, it is really difficult to reach the sky!

At around seven o'clock in the evening, Qin Lang's cell phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar call, Qin Lang was a little vigilant, and after hesitating for a while, he still pressed the answer button, but Qin Lang didn't take the initiative to make a sound, waiting for the other party's voice to ring.

"Mr. Qin?" A voice sounded, somewhat familiar.

"Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm Tang Zhenggang." During the phone call, Tang Zhenggang's tone was very humble. That's right, it's humility. It seems that Tang Zhenggang is very careful when talking to Qin Lang.

In Qin Lang's impression, the old guy Tang Zhenggang was very arrogant, but since he detoxified Tang Qianyuan last time, this old guy seemed to have changed his sex in front of him, which made Qin Lang a little confused.

"Mr. Tang, what can I do for you?" Qin Lang responded to all changes without change.

"Mr. Qin, it's like this. My uncle was seriously injured, and the injury is quite serious—"

"Will he die?" Qin Lang directly interrupted Tang Zhenggang's words, seeming a little impatient, because Qin Lang is now thinking about how to rescue Ma Zhenyong. As for the life and death of Tang Zhenggang's uncle, Qin Lang doesn't want to care at all. Not to mention that Uncle Tang Zhenggang was injured, even if his father was injured and dying, what does it have to do with Qin Lang?

"This——" Tang Zhenggang was at a loss for words immediately, and the anger in his heart burst out, but soon Tang Zhenggang held back his anger and suppressed it, because Tang Zhenggang suddenly thought, this "Qin "Sir" may be the descendant of the Medicine Sect, a person of the Zong family, and it is only natural for him to be arrogant in front of others.

Rely on talent and pride.

If you have talent and background, you will naturally be proud.

Thinking of Qin Lang's background, Tang Zhenggang turned his anger into further humility, and said with a smile: "Mr. Qin, you are joking. Although my uncle is seriously injured, it is not enough to kill him."

Although Qin Lang was a little impatient, but thinking that Tang Zhenggang was also a descendant of Tang Sect anyway, and Tang Zhenggang's current attitude was so humble that he would not hit the smiling face, Qin Lang felt too embarrassed, so he said: "Since there is no danger of life, you Tang Sect also has a doctor, so there should be a solution, if it doesn’t work, you can send it to the hospital.”

"Mr. Qin, you are joking." Tang Zhenggang said patiently, "Although uncle's injury can be healed, it cannot be healed. As a martial artist, he is likely to lose all his strength. The doctor of the Tang family can help him Save his life, but there is no way to keep his kung fu, and he may even be disabled——Mr. Qin, your medical skills are extraordinary, unparalleled in the world, and only you can keep him from being disabled, and you can even keep his kung fu."