When you go out to hear news, there are a lot of skills that you have to master.

For example, changing your appearance, changing your voice, changing your body shape.

This involves transfiguration, voice change, and bone shrinking.

Zi Mucheng learned voice change techniques from Mo Yan for an afternoon, and he has already achieved a little success. Zi Mucheng used to be the pride of the sky, if he hadn't been delayed by the poisoning of Taihong back then, I am afraid that he would have reached the Purple Mansion period at this moment.

"Ahem...... It's Nancheng......"

In the room, Taihong coughed very badly, empty, as if he was going to cough out his lungs, "Come in." ”

After Zi Mucheng entered, he walked directly to the bedside.

He looked down condescendingly at Taihong.

I haven't seen him for seven years, and the former high-spirited vice president is now terminally ill, with a withered face and gray hair, lying on the hospital bed like an old man who is about to die.

It's just ironic.

Zi Mucheng's heart crossed a strange pleasure.

Seven years.

You have today.

"Nancheng, hey."

Tan Taihong raised his head, a pair of extremely shrewd eyes in the past were extremely cloudy at the moment, full of pain and regret, "I can't think of it...... cough cough cough ...... In the end, you were the only one left to see as a teacher. ”

Zi Mucheng frowned slightly.

The words "as a teacher" really made him feel a little sick to his stomach.

Once, he was also very eager to become a personal disciple of Taihong, to be able to honor the master of Taihong, learn alchemy techniques from him, and become powerful.

But what awaits him is just a well-designed killing game!

"Drink."

Zi Mucheng was very rude and put the medicine bowl on the side of Taihong's bedside table.

When I put it down, the movement was very loud, and there was a "pop" sound, and even some medicinal juice was splashed out.

He coughed again.

He broke his heart and soul, and he hurt his roots.

While coughing, he kept vomiting blood, and after a while, his white clothes were stained with a piercing red.

"For the teacher...... I can't reach ...... teacher."

He tried to reach out and get the medicine bowl.

It's a pity that my arms don't have any strength at all, they are all shaking, and they can be said to be very weak.

Zi Mucheng was unmoved.

His eyes were extremely cold, and he admired the ugliness of Taihong with an appreciative reptilian look.

The pleasure in my heart is getting stronger and stronger.

Thanks to Xiao Qianmo, thank you to Mo Gongzi, for giving him such an opportunity to appreciate the tragic situation of the enemy. All of a sudden, the pain I had endured for the past seven years had suddenly faded away.

But that's not enough!

He wants to see more!

"Southtown ......"

Yu Taihong's voice was hoarse, with the emptiness of coughing excessively, like a bellows, "Give medicine to the teacher." ”

Zi Mucheng raised his eyebrows: "What?" ”

Tang Taihong was very surprised, raised his head, looked at Zi Mucheng with a rather unfamiliar look, covered his chest with one hand, and repeated: "Give, feed medicine to the teacher......"

Zi Mucheng looked at Taihong steadily, and the corners of his lips hooked up a mocking sneer: "Please." ”

Give you medicine back.

Hehe.

Why is your face so big?

Why don't you just die.

"You-"

Yu Taihong's face was pale for a while, because he was coughing badly, his breathing was not smooth, and he was blue and purple, as if he had been beaten with his fist, "How can you talk to the teacher like this?!" ”

Too emotional.

Yu Taihong coughed again very violently,