Chapter 7 I've Washed My Neck

　　After figuring out what the gray shadow villain was capable of, Wang Sheng continued to check the effects of his taking the Peiyuan Dan. The Peiyuan Dan had already taken three consecutive pills, and the huge amount of aura even made Wang Sheng feel a discomfort in his body. Wang Sheng understood that this should be the maximum number of Peiyuan Dan that could be taken in a day. 　　In the end, Peiyuan Dan is still a drug, it is a drug that is three times poisonous, and cannot exceed a certain dosage, or else a good thing will turn into a bad thing. This thing Wang Sheng has seen a lot on earth, not necessary, Wang Sheng will not eat himself to death. 　　The three Peiyuan Dan made up for almost one-fifth or so of Wang Sheng's Yuan Soul defects, and at the same time brought with it a feeling that made Wang Sheng feel energized, as if his whole body's muscles were full of power, suffocating and in desperate need of venting. 　　Without saying anything, Wang Sheng got up and started doing push-ups. After doing more than two hundred standard push-ups in a row, Wang Sheng didn't even feel tired. According to the training conditions on Earth, this time should almost be the limit, what happened? 　　In fact, it was not until Wang Sheng did more than four hundred that the limit appeared. Wang Sheng maintained the frequency and did five hundred solidly before getting up. His arms and chest were hot, but there was no feeling of exhaustion. 　　Sit-ups, squats, Wang Sheng did a series of several movements, the number of which all exceeded the limit of the number of movements he did on Earth, but the result was that he felt that the amount of exercise was just right. 　　Up to this point, Wang Sheng believed that his physical quality seemed to have improved exponentially within this day. Although he hadn't tested the change in speed yet, the feeling when he drew his gun also let him know that there was definitely a change. This should be the effect of taking the Peiyuan Dan, or the effect of the aura nourishing his body. 　　Outside, the sky had completely darkened and the entire world was silent. Wang Sheng also stopped exercising, and after resting and stretching a little, he continued to sit down in that relatively safest corner of the house, touching the handle of the gun with one hand, maintaining a posture where he could jump up at any time, and closing his eyes to start resting. 　　Speaking of resting, Wang Sheng still maintained enough vigilance. In this strange world, Wang Sheng did not dare to let himself sleep like a dead pig. It just so happened that he had just learned Contemplation today, and Wang Sheng immersed his mind in the Yuan Soul Space as a substitute for deep sleep. 　　Without the Peiyuan Dan to provide the spiritual qi to compensate for the defects, the Yuan Soul Little Fish slowly absorbed the wisps of spiritual energy in the surrounding space in accordance with the movement of one sheet and one contraction that Wang Sheng had first learned from the Gray Shadow Villain. Wang Sheng believed that this uninterrupted absorption process must also be cultivation. 　　At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Wang Sheng suddenly opened his eyes and silently jumped up, his figure disappeared into the darkness outside the door without making a single sound. 　　Early in the morning, the sky had not yet dawned, Wang Sheng had already rushed back to the vicinity of his small courtyard. He was about to go in, when he suddenly heard a few fine sounds. 　　Outside the gate of the small courtyard, three figures sneaked over from the street side, each holding a small arm-thick wooden stick in their hands, and felt their way toward the entrance of the small courtyard where Wang Sheng lived. 　　"Damn, a barbarian became Miss Smoke's fiancé, or a no-good punk, it's a waste." 　　"Keep it down, we're going to teach him a lesson and let that barbarian know what to do!" 　　"En, while no one is paying attention this time, don't use weapons, just use sticks, be careful not to kill him." 　　...... 　　The three of them whispered in low whispers while groping their way forward. The one walking at the end, just felt a little itchy in his neck, reached out to scratch, suddenly his mouth and nose were covered, without making a sound, his body started to fall down softly. 　　The two companions in front of them did not realize that their companions had lost one, but also tiptoed forward. 　　Without taking a few steps, the one in the back's feet suddenly vacated the air, and his legs fluttered in the air for a few moments, then he didn't move at all. This all happened in the air, without any other murmur except for some sounds of shaking clothes. 　　"Be careful, up ahead is where that barbarian lives." The companion in front heard the sound of clothes behind him and hastily reminded him, his eyes looked at the side of the small courtyard and realized that there was nothing moving, then he relaxed and let out a long breath. 　　Just out of this breath, the lad suddenly realized that the bottom of his neck was cool. The body suddenly tightened, the whole person is tense standing in place, do not dare to move a little. 　　That coolness was not a cold breeze or anything, but the sharp edge of a sharp weapon. The young man had combat experience and was no stranger to this feeling. It was just that it was the first time that someone had silently put a weapon to his neck. 　　"What do you want?" An unfamiliar low voice rang in the lad's ears, and immediately afterward, the sharp blade below his neck lifted upwards, causing the lad to immediately raise his head even higher. 　　"Miss Smoke's fiancé is a barbarian, we are not convinced and want to go over to teach that barbarian a lesson." The lad clearly felt a coolness from the bottom of his heart, his own companion did not make the slightest sound, and even more so, he did not dare to act rashly, and obediently replied. 　　Needless to ask, it must be because of jealousy, a few lads who secretly liked Song Yan were not convinced that Wang Sheng, the barbarian, had become Song Yan's fiancé, so they wanted to come to the door to teach him a lesson. 　　This point Wang Sheng has already had thought preparation, from Song Yan so enthusiastic to arrange housing for themselves know that the back of a pile of trouble. Sure enough, it was only early the next morning that someone came to the door like this. 　　The three little guys weren't particularly vicious, but just wanted to teach Wang Sheng a lesson. Thinking that there would be more trouble in the future, and there might be all kinds of endless means to deal with Wang Sheng, Wang Sheng didn't want to have nothing to do all day long to accompany a group of 17 or 18 year olds to play this kind of youthful game. 　　"Count yourselves lucky today!" Wang Sheng had a headache, but he didn't know how to cut off this idea from everyone at once, so he could only give this youngster a hard blow and knock him out. 　　The strength of these guys was actually not bad, at least when Wang Sheng was assassinating the first and second postulants, their struggling strength was not at all worse than Wang Sheng's, it was just that they were caught unawares and encountered the professional Wang Sheng, and that's why they were put down noiselessly. 　　Wang Sheng had no doubt that if it was the Wang Sheng on Earth, he might not be able to really put the three people over so easily. The reason why he was able to do so was absolutely related to the fact that he had successfully visualized and hammered his body with the help of the Peiyuan Dan's medicinal power yesterday. 　　The three young men woke up from their stupor and realized that the three people had been thrown into some not-so-obvious corner on the street. The three people got up and looked at me and I looked at you, none of them knowing what to say for the best. Originally, they had planned to go and teach someone a lesson, but in the end, before the person could be seen, they were knocked over and thrown here by an unknown expert. 　　Who did this? There was almost no need to ask, it was certain that it was the barbarian they were going to teach a lesson to. Just who also do not want to be him, and now the situation, as long as a little bit of face people can not say it at all. The three people could only agree that no one would be allowed to tell this disgraceful matter, and then, they flew away in the dust. It was a good thing that no one saw it, so it wasn't too embarrassing for them. 　　Other than the three people and Wang Sheng at that time, no one knew what had ever happened this dawn. 　　Early in the morning, in a large mansion in the town, a certain young man woke up from his sleep. It was the young man who had bumped into Wang Sheng at the door of Bao Qing Yu Tang, the local Song family's original family, Song Tian Ze, and this was his home. 　　After Song Tianze came here from Song Yan, at first sight, he was amazed at the heavenly beings, his heart admiration is incomparable, non-jun not marry. On weekdays also do not know because of this and how many times the same secretly like Song smoke young people fought, has long been regarded Song smoke as their own forbidden domain, anyone can not easily approach. 　　Unexpectedly, Song Yan went out once, but brought back a barbarian, and also claimed to be his fiancé, can be tolerated, what can not be tolerated? Song Tianze almost blew his lungs out in anger. 　　Especially after Song Tianze realized that Wang Sheng was merely fusing an unearthly residual soul, this anger was raised to the highest point. A loser who also dared to get his hands on his intended? 　　It was precisely because of this that Song Tianze took the opportunity to fiercely warn Wang Sheng at the entrance of Bao Qing Yu Tang when Wang Sheng went out. If Wang Sheng is sensible, he should break the idea of Song Yan, otherwise, Song Tianze does not mind letting Wang Sheng know what is called regret. 　　As soon as he opened his eyes, Song Tianze felt an itch on his neck. At first, Song Tianze thought it was the hair of the woman next to him, and casually brushed it a few times, to little effect. In a daze, Song Tianze sat up, his hands picking at something on his neck. 　　It was a note, Song Tianze did not take it seriously, just thought it was the wind blowing on his neck in the middle of the night, and threw it away. His movements woke up the woman beside him, the woman sat up, not bothering to put on her own clothes, first served Song Tianze to put on his clothes. 　　It was only at this time that Song Tianze really woke up, casually glancing at it, he realized that there were words on the note that he had just thrown away. Picking it up and taking a look, the pupils of his eyes suddenly narrowed several times. 　　"I've already washed my neck, what about you?" This was the content on the note. It was just a few simple words, but it nearly scared Song Tianze directly into peeing. 　　From this literal meaning, it should be Wang Sheng's tone. However, when did Wang Sheng put this note on his neck? Song Tianze surprisingly knew nothing about it. In other words, if what Wang Sheng had placed at that time was not a note, but a dagger or something, Song Tianze's head would have already moved in his sleep. 　　As soon as he thought of this, Song Tianze's legs went weak and he directly collapsed on the ground. What kind of ability was this? How did it do it? Why hadn't he heard anything move? 　　The woman next to him helped Song Tianze sit on the bed, Song Tianze was still in shock. The cold sweat on his head flowed down like a stream, and his eyes were lost in thought for a while before slowly focusing again. 　　The woman beside her was beside her, completely able to feel the uncontrollable trembling of Song Tianze's body. She had never seen when her own master had been frightened into this state.