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The slums in the southern suburbs were quite a distance away from Nebula City. Little Hai channeled the star power around his body and started moving as fast as he could.

If Liu Chan Yu saw Little Hai at this moment, he would also be shocked to discover that Little Hai's strength had actually reached the fifth level of the Mortal Star Realm.

In just half a month's time, Little Hai had actually managed to cultivate from a mortal to the fifth level of the Mortal Star Realm. This wasn't something a genius could achieve.

Little Hai's talent was not the least bit weak when compared to his. One had to know that Liu Chan Yu had been reborn.

Finally, after an hour, Little Hai stopped in front of a shop with the name of 'All Sick', hesitating as to whether or not he should enter.

It was already late in the night, and most of the shops had already closed. Little Hai had already searched through several places, but he could not find a single medicine store or doctor, so he was extremely anxious.

After some searching, Little Hai finally saw a medicine shop lit by lights. On top of the shop, it was written: "All Sickles in Treatment, Zhao Family Medicine Shop."

Little Hai knew that this was the shop where the Zhao Family's Young Master had been beaten up by Liu Chan Yu.

However, when he thought of how Liu Zhaoyi was still at death's door, he no longer hesitated in his heart.

"Dong, dong, dong!"

"Boss, open the door!"

"Save me, boss!"

Little Hai knocked on the door, afraid that the person inside wouldn't hear him.

"What are you shouting for!?" Is your family dead? "

After a while, a head appeared at the door. A middle-aged man, about 40 years old, lazily looked at Little Hai and said with dissatisfaction.

"It's closed. If you have anything to say, say it tomorrow!"

After saying this, the middle-aged man closed the door and prepared to close it.

"Boss, wait! It's urgent! Help!"

Little Hai blocked the window with all his might, and his small hand was suddenly pinched so tightly that it became bloodshot.

"You, why did you force yourself on me!?" Are you still trying to reason with me!? "

The middle-aged man immediately became angry, and the discontent in his heart became even more intense. He stared at Little Hai with a burning gaze.

"Boss, please give me some herbs to stop the bleeding and restore my meridians. It's very urgent for me to save him!"

The little sea looked anxious as he paced back and forth.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man was also suspicious. It seemed that something really had happened. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so nervous and anxious.

"Fine, just wait, I'll take it for you!"

The middle-aged man turned his head and promised to immediately get the herbs for Xiaohai. Xiaohai's face instantly lit up with joy.

At this moment, the voice of a person came from not too far away.

"Uncle Man, why haven't you closed the restaurant yet?"

A magnetic voice rang in Little Hai's ears.

"So it's Young Master Little Light. I wonder what he's doing here so late!"

The middle-aged man who was originally turning around immediately turned around and respectfully said to the young man in front of him.

"Hey, don't mention it. I was beaten up by that trash named Liu last time and am still recovering. I want to come here and get some herbs to recuperate!"

The young man sighed softly and said angrily.

"Great!" I'll bring it over to you right away! "

Uncle Man agreed and immediately went to get the herbs for this little light gongzi.

"Boss, my …"

Little Hai immediately stopped Uncle Man and looked at him with a look of embarrassment.

Hearing this, the young man turned around to take a look, and his anger immediately rose.

"So it's you, little bastard!"

The young man coldly snorted, as if ridiculing Duan Ling Tian.

"Greetings, Young Master Zhao Guang!"

Little Hai respectfully cupped his hands towards the young man in front of him.

Zhao Guang casually waved his hand and said, "Don't come to my shop, what are you doing here?"

After saying that, Zhao Guang looked at Xiaohai's nervous expression with interest.