Xiao Ran stretched his waist long, symbolically tidied up his clothes, and covered the little palace maid with a quilt.

I took a look at the time and slept for four hours.

The eight-hour sleep time is not short, and it is enough to restore men's strength to their might.

But due to the influence of the underworld fog, he still felt very tired.

"Where are people?"

"In the imperial physician's room."

...

Come to the imperial physician's room.

A middle-aged male hunter wearing a Taomeng sword cloud uniform was lying on the bed.

He is very burly, with bandages tied to his body, and the cracks in the penis wall are slowly healing.

The old imperial doctor was applying some mortal herbs to stop bleeding and correct bones.

Seeing that Xiao Ran was coming, the hunter hurriedly sent the imperial physician away.

"You are the latest personal disciple of Zong Zhishan, Xiao Ran?"

Didn't say it: It looks ordinary...

Xiao Ran shook his head and said with his hands behind his back:

"It's General Zhu Ming."

The hunter smiled, his face pale.

"Senior Li Wuxie has a high opinion of you, so I made an exception and came to you for violations."

Xiao Ran was too lazy to be polite and asked directly:

"Most of the cultivators in the city only have the ability to refine Qi. The seven of you are fully equipped and experienced. There are even foundation-building hunters in charge. There are even casualties. What happened!"

The hunter stood up hard and leaned against the head of the bed and said:

"This matter is the top secret of the Dao Alliance. You can only know it alone, and even your master cannot tell it. If you promise me, I can tell you."
Chapter completed!