Chapter 1735: Han Mang

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As she spoke, she sneaked away from the eyes of others and talked about a nail-sized sapphire on a hole in Xue Ji.
Because she was just standing in front of the collapse, she blocked most of her eyes, and no one found it.
In the eyes of everyone, if Nanhe said half of it, Xue Ji suddenly woke up.
When Xue Ji woke up, he suddenly stayed on the bed and vomited. The niece on the side was busy with the help of the Nanhe, and took the tub. The house was suddenly a taste of the unspeakable scorpion.
Nanhe turned his head and couldn't bear to turn his head and looked at the flowers. "Wang Hao, you see Snow Sister, she is already uncomfortable, if not, let her diagnose and treat it first."
It’s a bad idea to think about it. The Nanhe method is awkward, but it’s really effective if it’s really successful.
In this way, she is better off staying out of the way.
Thinking, the stranger raised his hand and stroked his forehead, and the voice was lowered. "My head... it hurts."
During the speech, the other empty hand was placed on Qin Ya, and Qin Ya was busy with both hands.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, she took a small force on Qinya's wrist.
Qin Ya was still worried about the tightness of her heart. She immediately reacted and worried. She was worried and shouted: "Isn’t it a headache and committed it again? Wang Hao, you insist that the slaves will take you back."
Said, turned to the South Crane Road: "Mr. South, Wang Hao is not feeling well, you are self-satisfied, you are still out of the house for the snow lady to consult, the slaves first retire."
At the bottom of the Nanhe, there was a dark color on the bottom, but he had to nod on the surface. "Wang Hao’s body is tight, or take her back soon, and he will not heal the treatment."
Qin Ya reluctantly bowed his head, and then he took the flowers and went out.
Out of the yard of Xue Ji, the flowers on the stranger straight up, turned and looked at the brightly lit courtyard behind him, slightly darker.
Looking at the current situation, Xue Ji is currently colluding with Nan Ji, plus Ping Ji, so that the three of them are really enough to sing a big show.
"The slaves still don't know, Wang Hao actually has such a kind of effort, and almost even the slaves have deceived." The thoughts have not been transferred a few times, Qin Yazhen's voice has been passed from behind.
It’s just a matter of feeling, and I’m taking my mind and turning around.
I’m too tired, too lazy to waste my tongue with her.

As he spoke, he had already turned into a secluded garden. Qin Ya was about to speak. She suddenly pulled Qin Ya and gestured to her.
I saw that not far from the front, a small path between the grass and the trees, a prostitute dressed up in front of the sneaky look, see no talents continue to move forward. She also had a woven basket in her hand, covered with a floral square scarf, and could not see what was inside.
Carefully looking at it, the prostitute's cheeks are actually the appearance of Ping Ji.
"The medicine pack is for me." Mo Shang was condensed and whispered to Qin Ya.
Qin Ya took the medicine bag out and handed it to the stranger. It was very clever and didn't ask much.
Mo Shanghua took the medicine bag and took a few small porcelain bottles from the inside. He handed the medicine bag back to Qin Ya. "You should first dock the hospital, you don't have to wait for me."
Said, she chased out, quietly followed Ping Ji.
Ping Ji, however, is an ordinary person who does not have martial arts. Therefore, it is no trouble to follow the flowers, and Ping Ji has never discovered it.
Following Ping Ji’s seven turns and eight rounds, he went to Beiyuan without any surprise.
Ping Ji was in front of Beiyuan and looked around for a while before he carefully pushed the door of Beiyuan and pushed the door.
When I was busy, I followed the flight and saw no one in the hospital. Then I entered the room.
There is still no one in the house. Do not say Ping Ji, even Yunji and the niece have not seen the trace.
The flowers on the street were condensed in an instant, and I sneaked around in the house without a hurry. Yang said: "I have arrived, you can come out."
The dark room is still dead.
In the gap under the wooden door, a white smog poured into the gap and spread toward the inside of the house.
The stranger stood on the spot and didn't change the color. It was a long time, and it changed his face. He held his head tightly. "Toxic?"
She said, she hurriedly raised her hand to seal a few acupuncture points, so as not to spread the poison, and then she would have to open the door.
Before she was close to the door, the dilapidated carved wooden door was opened from the outside, and the man wrapped in the black cloak came in. The figure was petite and delicate, and it should be a woman.
The woman was caged with a layer of awe-inspiring. When she entered the house, she pulled a soft sword directly from her waist and stabbed it toward the stranger.
Recruiting deadly, simply and sternly, in the deep night, the figure is like a ghostly and fast walking, only the exposed eyes are bright and bright, but at this time it is full of killing, and a little cold and bloodless.
On the stranger, the light and the eyelids looked at each other for a moment, and the heart suddenly became stunned. Without the previous poisoned posture, I immediately took out the beheading with me and resisted it. No matter the speed trick, I would not lose to the woman.
For a time, the sound of the collision of the soldiers in the house was endless.
The sound of "嘭", a table was shattered by the palm of the hand, and the four scattered, and the smoke in the house was taken from the opportunity. The figure was like a power and quickly swept to the woman, picking up her. Cloak.
When the cloak opened, the flowers in the flower garden could not help but flash a bit of amazement. "It's you! I thought it was the person you sent, but now I really didn't expect it."
In front of this cloak, the person who has faded away from the cover, the exposed cheeks are bright and beautiful, exquisite and beautiful, it is Nanji Nanhe.
At this time, the Nanhe was no longer warm and elegant outside, but the lips were charmingly raised, and the delicate jaws were slightly raised. "Yes, it is me, but what about it, it is my current skill." People, you can't do the same to me."
Moss flower slowly stepped forward, the dagger in her long thin fingers like a doll to play back and forth, Han Mang was taken outside, "If I kill you, is it pushed to the already crazy Yunji?"
After a pause, her voice was so heavy. "If I didn't guess wrong, this should be your plan."
In fact, the stranger is not very sure about it. After all, Nanhe martial arts is not like her. If this is the case, why not find a few people.
However, she did not know that Nan He had never thought that her martial arts had already reached such a point.
At that time, Nanhe listened to her words, but he was not angry and laughed. He was full of ridicule. "Do you think that you can really kill me? Or, can you kill me?"