Chapter 37:

Chapter 37
After Zhao Jiangui finished this sentence, he felt too sweet and numb, and he dared not look directly into the eyes of the cold season. He had to look down and see the hands of the two men.
The hand of the cold season is thin and thin, the phalanx is slender, the tiger's mouth has a thin layer of sputum, and the nails are trimmed just right.
This is a pair of hands holding a sword.
For the people of the rivers and lakes, the hands are a bit too beautiful.
The quarter cold was scared by Zhao Jiangui, and he stayed for a long time and completely forgot to take back his hand.
The big tremble twitched and asked: "Teacher, slaves still need to take medicine?"
No one answered.
Ji Han is slowly returning to God.
He tried to pull his fingers out of Zhao Jian one by one.
Zhao Jian is very tight, and this sentence is too nauseating, and the face of the cold can not help but a little red.
It happened that Kobayashi had a thick stack of books and came in.
"Teacher, this is the book of seven divisions of Mobei and this year." Xiaolin said, "Teach the Lord to look at it."
Ji Han nodded and let Xiaolin send things to the study.
The big smashing machine slipped out with Xiaolin.
The season was cold and Zhao Jian returned: "But, if you don't want to take medicine, this seat will not be difficult for you."
Zhao Jian was relieved.
This is fine.
Then can we call back the ampoule to take the medicine?
The quarter and the eyebrows were silent for a long while, and they said stiffly: "You...you have to rest early after dinner."
Zhao Jiangui did not feel wrong, just nodded.
You can say nothing without taking medicine!