The First Dude: Dark Emperor, Come To Fight!

The five slaves were taken down, and Zhang Che also finished physical examination for Duanmu Bo.

"Master, the profound energy in his body is in a mess. He has suffered serious internal injuries, and his sea of ​​consciousness seems to have been damaged, so he may have lost most of his memory."

Ning Xi nodded: "No problem, just remember how to make things."

"Do you remember what you practiced?" she asked Duanmu Bo.

Duanmu Bo tugged at his hair as if he had a headache, "I don't remember, I just think I can practice things."

"If you have something you want to refine, I can try it." Duanmu Bo then added, "But after refining it, you have to give me meat."

Before on the road, these slaves could only eat dry pancakes. Although they were barely able to eat enough, every time he smelled these people roasting meat, he couldn't help but grab it and eat it. His craving for meat reached the extreme.

Ning Xi laughed, "Okay, if you can really make what this king wants, you can eat meat every day."

Duanmu Bo's eyes suddenly brightened, "That's what you said."

"Okay, what I said." Ning Xi then looked around Duanmu Bo with some disgust, "After you go back in a while, you should take a shower and change your clothes, it stinks!"

Duanmu Bo raised his hand and smelled the sour smell of his clothes. He himself disliked it, but he didn't have the conditions to take a bath before!

Seeing the look of disgust from the beautiful person sitting on the seat, he pouted, "Got it!"

Ning Xi instructed Lu Yan again, and took Luo Yinhuang back to his yard.

After returning to the yard, the first thing the two did was take a shower. Recently, they often stayed in the mountains while on the road without taking a good bath.

After the two of them took a bath, it just so happened that they made dinner in the fall.

The two came to the table refreshingly, Ning Xi put a piece of stewed meat in his mouth, and his peach blossom eyes showed a satisfied smile.

After eating porridge, pancakes and barbecue for so many days, and eating the food made in autumn again, Ningxi was very satisfied.

The two of them ate very quickly. After eating, they each sat in the yard to enjoy the coolness with a cup of hawthorn water for digestion.

The weather here is much hotter than Kyoto, and the evening is relatively cool, and there is a grape trellis in the yard.

"Xiao Huanghuang, can you tell what kind of cultivation Duanmu Bo was before he was injured?" Ning Xi swayed leisurely on the rocking chair.

Duanmu Bo's profound strength was so messed up that Ning Xi could only judge from the aura he exuded that his cultivation base should not be weak, but it was impossible to judge what level it was.

Luo Yinhuang was also lying on another rocking chair, "Before he was injured, he was the ninth rank of Xuanjie."

"So tall!" Ning Xi frowned, "Then he shouldn't be from an inferior country."

Looking at Duanmu Bo's age, he was about twenty years old, and the lower-ranking country had never heard of such a young ninth-rank Xuanjie.

"He should come from the Duanmu family, a relatively powerful refining clan in a superior country." Luo Yinhuang said.

Ning Xi took a sip of hawthorn juice and began to make up his mind, "He was seriously injured before and lost his memory. Could it be that he was beaten like that because of some nasty things in the family?"

"His injury was mainly caused by improper impact on the ground, not a man-made attack, so your guess may not be big."

Luo Yinhuang thought for a while and said, "But I can't guess the reason why he appeared in Ziguo.

He asked Ning Xi again, "Do you need me to help you check his identity?"

"Are you saying that his identity will hinder me?" Ning Xi asked instead of answering.