Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 852 - 85 Soft Mouth (5200 words combined)

Chapter 852 -85 Soft Mouth (5200 words combined)

Dongfang Ximing once again ‘fled in a hurry’.

Wang Anfeng watched the girl’s retreating figure, then looked at the empty box and the breakfast he had brought for Dongfang Ximing. With a sigh, he resigned himself to eating both portions alone.

The sugar pancakes here were quite good, with a crispy outer layer, a soft and sticky inside filled with syrup, dotted with black sesame seeds. Taking a bite, the crust shattered, followed by the soft cake, with the filling still warm. The triple layers of flavor were truly satisfying for someone with a sweet tooth, slightly alleviating Wang Anfeng’s regret of not having had the rouge cake.

After eating his fill, Wang Anfeng remembered Xu Sixing still under the bed. He sat on a chair, looked at the low bed, and prepared to drag him out. But as soon as he left the chair, he sat back down, exhaling in comfort.

It’s really difficult to get to work after eating too much…

Wang Anfeng thought for a moment and ultimately couldn’t, as before, bend down to pull Xu Sixing out. His right hand hung low, gathering his inner Qi into a barely visible thread that shot under the bed, grabbing Xu Sixing’s right ankle. With a strong pull, Xu Sixing was dragged out, leaving a black streak on the ground, and appeared before Wang Anfeng.

Wang Anfeng coughed lightly, drawing his gaze back from the strange black mark on the ground to Xu Sixing. He lifted Xu Sixing onto the chair, dispersing his inner Qi, and placed his right hand on Xu Sixing’s wrist. The Qi mechanism entered his meridians and bones, circulating once around, forcing Wang Anfeng to let out a soft “hmm”.

As expected of a Fourth Rank Martial Artist, despite being treated so roughly, his vitality hadn’t declined at all. Instead, under the circulation of his Qi mechanism, it was gradually growing and recovering. If Wang Anfeng hadn’t shattered his Qi mechanism, he might have already woken up and partially restored his martial arts.

A Middle Third Rank Martial Artist is already quite different from ordinary people.

In the earliest local myths, many legends were left by powerful martial artists. One day, if martial arts cease to exist, a Middle Third Rank Martial Artist, who can traverse the sky and split mountains, might be considered an immortal by people. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

With thoughts turning in his mind, Wang Anfeng continued to work, giving Xu Sixing another acupuncture treatment to stimulate his Qi mechanism’s recovery while reducing the intensity based on Xu Sixing’s recovery status. This was to prevent the experienced martial artist from waking up prematurely, which would cause trouble.

This took up nearly half the hour. By the time Wang Anfeng put away the needles, Xu Sixing’s breathing had already stabilized significantly. If it weren’t for the black burn marks on him and the obviously twisted muscles, he would resemble just a regular sick person.

Regardless of the situation, at the very least, he can be saved.

Wang Anfeng put the needles away, estimating that at Xu Sixing’s current recovery rate, he would regain consciousness in two or three days. By then, he could rightfully hand this hot potato back to Wuxin and the Ministry of Punishment, without worrying about the ‘uninvited guests’ at night.

However, he would also lose Wuxin’s intelligence.

Hmm, intelligence…

Thoughts turning in his mind, Wang Anfeng suppressed them instantly. He heard many noisy sounds drifting from the street towards him, becoming clearer. Curious, Wang Anfeng walked to the window, opened it, and looked outside.

He saw the folks on the street standing on either side, leaving the middle open, eagerly looking towards the center, where several patrol officers in vermilion clothes, holding sabers and crossbows, were escorting some people.

These people’s appearances varied widely, and their clothing was diverse. There were honest folks in ordinary clothes and youths with a hint of nobility, but each had a pale complexion and a lack of spirit.

They seemed to be regulars in the shadows, unable to see daylight for a long time, suddenly caught in an unexpected situation, unsettling their spirits. The onlookers cheered, applauded, and praised the officers, who straightened up with pride and took larger steps.

Wang Anfeng wasn’t paying much attention initially and was about to close the window to shut out the noise. But as his eyes glanced over, he couldn’t help but let out a soft “hmm”, pausing his movements.

It’s because these patrol officers’ equipment was different from ordinary government officials. Although wearing vermilion clothes, their color was much darker. With left arm crossbows and right arm scale-armguards, they could resist sword slashes. They were martial soldiers from the Great Qin Ministry of Punishment, composed of those with previous misconduct.

While in Fufeng, Yan Ling worked as an official in the Ministry of Punishment and often dealt with these people under him.

Wang Anfeng received considerable care from Yan Ling, so he knew these martial soldiers, despite being fierce and strong, were often distrusted by the people due to their past deeds and methods. Yet now they appeared like this, and with Wuxin currently leading Liangzhou, Wang Anfeng couldn’t help but be curious.

He placed his hand on the windowsill, focusing on listening, understanding the Liangzhou dialect used by the city’s residents. Fortunately, due to Hong Luoyu’s eccentric habit of mixing dialects during excited conversations, Wang Anfeng had, over the years, developed a keen ability to discern dialects, which rose alongside his Qinggong skills.

Despite the noise, he managed to grasp the gist: Wuxin was cleaning up gambling dens throughout Liangzhou City. He was initially startled, then understood, unable to resist a mental commendation.

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