God Emperor Reborn: My Memory Erased

Tang Xiaorou was overjoyed.

She never expected that her goal would be achieved so quickly.

"Let's go right now!" Tang Xiaorou's beautiful eyes sparkled with excitement.

Fang Yu, however, shook his head. "There's no rush. I don't want to skip class."

"You usually just lie on the desk and sleep during class anyway. What's the big deal about skipping class? Besides, we can ask for leave," Tang Xiaorou said anxiously.

Due to her excessive excitement, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

"Exactly. I'm just a bit sleepy, so let me rest for a while," Fang Yu said, then lay down on the desk.

Tang Xiaorou was both angry and anxious but could do nothing about it.

Throughout the morning, Fang Yu lay on the desk, sleeping as if nothing had happened.

Many students in the class were still expecting He Donglin's father to come looking for trouble. But after four classes, there was no sign of it.

Even Huang Hai didn't mention the incident in the morning during class, as if nothing had occurred.

As a result, the students in the class started looking at Fang Yu differently.

He could be the deskmate of the Tang family's princess and teach He Donglin a lesson without getting punished…

Previously, they thought Fang Yu was an introverted and withdrawn person. But now, they thought that perhaps Fang Yu spoke little because he disdained to communicate with them.

After school in the afternoon, Tang Xiaorou was afraid that Fang Yu would slip away, so she directly reached out and grabbed Fang Yu's arm.

"Don't forget what you promised me this morning," Tang Xiaorou said.

"Let go. Don't make people misunderstand," Fang Yu immediately reminded her.

Tang Xiaorou's face turned red. She bit her red lips and let go of her hand.

This jerk! Just grabbing his arm for a moment, and he acts like he's been taken advantage of!

He's really not a real man!

Tang Xiaorou cursed Fang Yu countless times in her heart.

The two left the classroom one after another, maintaining a relatively safe distance, and walked out of the school gate.

As soon as they walked out of the school gate, Fang Yu felt hostile gazes.

Just across the road, a van was parked. Several sturdy lackeys were standing in front of the van, smoking. Two of them sneered when they saw Fang Yu.

These lackeys were obviously He Wencheng's men.

Tang Xiaorou also noticed the group of lackeys across the road who clearly had malicious intentions.

She turned around and walked to Fang Yu's side. "I'll ask Fourth Uncle to drive these people away."

"Fourth Uncle?" Fang Yu asked.

"He's right over there," Tang Xiaorou pointed to a black Mercedes parked beside the school gate.

"Fourth Uncle is an adopted son my grandpa took in back then. His name is Tang Si, and now he's in charge of protecting my personal safety," Tang Xiaorou explained as they walked.

Soon, the two reached the Mercedes.

A middle - aged man with an obvious burn scar on his left cheek got out of the driver's seat.

With just one glance, Fang Yu knew that this man was also a cultivator, at the eighth level of the Qi - refining stage. In modern terms, he was a Xiantian martial artist.

Tang Si was also sizing up Fang Yu.

"Fourth Uncle, over there…" Tang Xiaorou stepped forward and whispered a few words to Tang Si.

Tang Si nodded and walked straight towards the van, stopping in front of the lackeys.

The lackeys had looked arrogant before, pointing at Fang Yu and waving the weapons in their hands, as if they wanted to beat Tang Si up as well.

But after Tang Si said a few words, the lackeys' faces immediately turned pale. They bowed and apologized to Tang Si, then quickly got into the van and left.

"Your Fourth Uncle must be quite good at fighting, right?" Fang Yu asked Tang Xiaorou, sitting in the car.

"Of course! My Fourth Uncle is a certified Xiantian Eighth - rank martial artist by the Martial Artists Association!" Tang Xiaorou said with a bit of pride.

"Oh? Are Xiantian martial artists ranked?" Fang Yu was a bit surprised.

"Yes, Xiantian martial artists are divided into twelve ranks. Those above the eighth rank are outstanding. Above the twelfth rank… are those very powerful martial grandmasters. When I was a child, I once shook hands with the famous Grandmaster Gu in the south of the Yangtze River!" Tang Xiaorou's beautiful eyes sparkled with pride.

That is to say, Xiantian martial artists were equivalent to Qi - refining stage cultivators, with one rank corresponding to one level. And martial grandmasters should be at the Foundation - building stage after the Qi - refining stage.

"Then I'm now, like, a Xiantian 9,832 - rank martial artist? Sounds pretty impressive," Fang Yu thought to himself.

Tang Si came back, sat in the driver's seat, and started the car.

"Miss, who is this…" Tang Si asked, looking at Fang Yu through the rear - view mirror.

"This is the disciple of the God of Medicine we met in the northwest. His name is Fang Yu, and he's also my classmate now," Tang Xiaorou introduced.

"Not for long," Fang Yu added.

"Oh? You're the disciple of the God of Medicine, Xia Xiuzhi?" Tang Si slightly raised his eyebrows, looking surprised.

In his opinion, Fang Yu, in terms of his temperament and everything else, looked as ordinary as could be.

Could such an ordinary middle - school student really be the disciple of the God of Medicine?

The young lady was still young and innocent. Could she have been deceived?

Tang Si became vigilant towards Fang Yu.

The fact that there was a chance to cure Old Master Tang put Tang Xiaorou in a good mood. She talked non - stop along the way, telling some stories from her childhood.

Fang Yu wasn't interested in these stories and responded intermittently.

Half an hour later, Fang Yu arrived at the Tang family's residence in the top - tier villa area of Jianghai City.

The Tang family's villa was more than twenty times larger in area than the place where Fang Yu lived. The architectural style was classical and imposing, with every detail exuding the grandeur of the Tang family, a wealthy family.

After passing through a large courtyard filled with potted plants and then a small artificial lake, they finally reached the living room.

A female servant greeted them. "Miss, you're back."

Tang Xiaorou responded with an "mm - hmm" and then asked eagerly, "Where's Grandpa?"

Before the servant could answer, a woman's voice came from the sofa behind. "Your grandpa is being diagnosed by an expert from Yancheng. What are you in such a hurry to find him for?"

"Auntie," Tang Xiaorou then noticed the middle - aged woman sitting on the sofa. It was her uncle's wife, Liang Rong.

"Xiaorou, why don't you introduce your classmate when you bring him back?" Liang Rong, dressed in luxurious clothes, looked at Fang Yu.

"He's the disciple of the God of Medicine that my brother and I met in the northwest. His name is Fang Yu," Tang Xiaorou introduced.

"Oh? You're Fang Yu?" Liang Rong slightly narrowed her eyes and carefully sized up Fang Yu.

Fang Yu nodded but didn't say anything.

"Are you really the disciple of the God of Medicine? Deceiving our Tang family… the consequences will be more than you can bear. Now I'll give you a chance. As long as you admit you're lying, I can let it go," Liang Rong sneered.

She didn't believe that an ordinary young man of the same age as Tang Xiaorou could be the disciple of the God of Medicine. Moreover, he happened to be studying at the same school as Tang Xiaorou.

Obviously, Fang Yu had ulterior motives and wanted to get close to the Tang family, or rather, close to Tang Xiaorou.

Such things were not uncommon for a wealthy family like the Tang family.

Hearing Liang Rong say this, Tang Xiaorou's face changed. She said anxiously, "Auntie, I invited Fang Yu back to treat Grandpa…"

"Treat him? Him? Hehe, Xiaorou, you're still too naive. I'm sure this kid has an unknown background and is not the disciple of the God of Medicine at all. He just has ulterior motives and wants to get close to you to get benefits from our Tang family," Liang Rong said with disdain.

"I think I said from the start that I'm not the disciple of the God of Medicine," Fang Yu glanced at Tang Xiaorou and said.

"As I expected, you admit it," Liang Rong said with contempt.

"Actually, strictly speaking, Xia Xiuzhi is my disciple," Fang Yu said with a faint smile.

Hearing this, everyone present had a strange expression on their faces, including the servant beside them and Tang Si who was following behind.

Was this person crazy after being exposed?

The God of Medicine was his disciple?

Leaving aside other things, how old was the God of Medicine, and how old was he?

The God of Medicine had already become famous in Jiuzhou Country long before he was even born!

"Nonsense! Xiaorou! When you and Feng'er came back last time and told me you met the disciple of the God of Medicine, I was still hopeful, thinking that there was still a chance to save the old man. But I never expected you to find such a lunatic!"

A middle - aged man in a suit and glasses walked out from the back room.

"Dad…" Tang Xiaorou called out softly.

Tang Mingde's face was gloomy. He looked at Fang Yu and said, "Tell me, who sent you to get close to our Tang family? Tell the truth, and we can let you go. Otherwise… you won't get away easily."

Tang Xiaorou's eyes were filled with tears. She had brought Fang Yu back just to treat Old Master Tang, never expecting things to turn out like this.