Chapter 550: Pure and witty and handsome 25

Zhan Mingwei looked at A Zhao for a while, and then revealed a smile: "Thank you for the Azhao donor."
He was thinking about such a day.
Living alone in a hospital, sipping tea every day, and occasionally listening to A Zhao Shizhu to talk about some interesting things in life.
Such a day is what he wants.
At this time, the marshmallow is facing the Azhao spit: "Host, when you say that, I seem to think that you are shining."
It’s a very tolerant and generous person who has no selfishness!
Azhao blinked: "The man is now a voice of opposition. What he needs is understanding, I will give him an understanding, isn't it?"
Marshmallow thought carefully and muttered: "Mallow candy still doesn't understand, can this be done quickly?"
Azhao said: "In the short term, you can't see the effect. It's probably a lack of opportunity."
Marshmallow stunned: "What opportunity?"
This opportunity is coming soon.
This evening.
After Zhan Ming took a break from time, A Zhao was lying alone on the wicker chair in the courtyard, boring stars.
Her nose suddenly moved, and a faint smell came in.
What followed was a light aroma.
This fragrance is very sweet, Azhao brain chaos for a moment, and then quickly wake up.
wrong!
It is fragrant!
She couldn't leave this small courtyard, and she couldn't find out the spiritual power. She could only call for cotton candy.
Marshmallow quickly said: "There are a lot of people outside, the guards who originally guarded this yard have been killed!"
The first reaction of Azhao was to enter the house and call Zhan Ming.
But she just turned and suddenly had a meal at her feet: "Marshmallow, I ask you a question..."
......
The courtyard door was quietly opened.
Countless black masked people came in.
They didn't enter the room, but looked at the outside of the room and determined that Zhan Ming had been fascinated in the past.
Azhao stood on one side and watched as these people locked the doors and windows from the outside and poured oil on the outside of the room.
They are actually trying to live and die!
When there is oil, the fire will suddenly smash.
The group of black people checked it and determined that it was foolproof. In the yard, it was also oiled and retired.
The sky of fire illuminates half the sky.
Not just this house, this yard, or even the entire temple.
They are all burned.
Azhao was somewhat uncomfortable with this bright fire, but she still insisted on waiting for a while.
"The group of black people left?" She asked for marshmallows.
Marshmallow nodded.
A Zhao sighed and walked toward the room that had been shrouded in flames.
She waved her hand, and the fire was forced to retreat by unknown forces. A Zhao took the opportunity to go in.
"Zhan Ming, Zhan Ming!" A Zhao shouted twice, and the person lying on the bed did not move.
At this time, the fire is about to spread to the bed.
A Zhao did not care so much, directly with a spiritual power in the face of Zhan Ming, hands stretched out, directly surrounded by the waist, helping people to the yard.
"Cough..."
Zhan Ming finally opened his eyes.
He looked at the sky and the fire, and his eyes widened in shock: "This, is this?"
A Zhaoyan said concisely: "Someone wants your life."
Her eyes looked around, and it was a sea of ​​fire. If the flesh was rushed out, she would not die, but she would not be hurt.
Fortunately, her spiritual power is not fake.
"Master Zhan Ming, I am going to send you out now." A Zhao fingertips move, white spirit floating, it is necessary to send people out, but was held by people.