Ying Fengse was startled and suddenly remembered where he smelled the rich frankincense and warmed his nose. Unexpectedly, the advantage of Han Xuese still exists. There is no need to turn around in the dark room, and it is as if you know someone in person.
It's...Uncle Lu!He should have thought of it long ago.
Luo Xueqing said that she took care of her mother nearby. The house was spacious and comfortable, and the two beds were separated by a screen. It seemed that she was the place where her mother and daughter moved in.
Ying Fengse once sat and ate with Lu Yunman at the tea shop in Jiangying Village, remembering the sweet and scented skin that exuded from her warm heart.
Looking back, he saw Lu Yunman wearing a goose yellow shirt with a crotch that looks like a crotch, half an arm, half an arm, not as long as the waist, open lapel, two narrow sleeves floating behind the shoulders, and a green pleated skirt with a color underneath, which makes her look white in white.
The fluffy horse-drawn bun was a little messy, full of the seductive charm of a little sleep. The yellow soft satin boots, which were close to the shirt, were placed beside the bed, standing and falling, and seeing the two white silk stockings faded to the ground, when entering the house, they were busy adjusting their hearts and never carefully observed. Otherwise, they would have discovered that the beautiful woman sleeping soundly in the bed would have been too much regret.
Lu Yunman's mind degenerated to the same as a girl. He thought he was here to play hide-and-seek, but after all, he was not really stupid. Seeing the man standing up and rising up, he couldn't see clearly in the shadows to describe his facial features. He was instinctively afraid and was about to shout.
Ying Fengse reached out to cover her mouth, but unexpectedly, Lu Yunman's neck-like arms were circled and turned, and she couldn't see clearly how it was done. She easily pushed the young man's arms away and almost twisted his wrist.
Ying Fengse's left hand flashed out, and still aimed at the woman's throat. He took advantage of the opportunity quickly and came first. He was able to turn inferior to superior.
Lu Yunman's tenderness danced in front of him, and the young children pushed and shoved each other like a fight. Although he looked ridiculous, he could not laugh at all.
No matter how continuous his offensive was, Lu Yunman could always push away the giant spirit palm from the fork, seemingly regressing, but it was not caused by the style of the wind.
To be honest, there was a sticky force hidden between her arms, which made the young man move, and the more he twisted it, and he couldn't extricate himself.
There was no sound of wind when she retreated. Although her sleeves were flying like butterflies, her goose yellow crotch did not fall off, as if it was sticking to her shoulders. Ying Fengse finally understood that it was her own way.
The small pavilion hides spring hands.
Lu Yunman was crazy about gaining and losing his heart, and his uncle was also his master. His attainments were there. Shui Yue Dingxuan's most famous grasping method was by her, and it was definitely not comparable to Jiang Lucheng and others. When he was too arrogant, he regretted it so much that his intestines were blue.
Fortunately, she took action based on her instinct and missed countless good opportunities for easy defense as an offense. Otherwise, she would have been able to vent any gap by just taking any gap, and Han Xuese's cultivation level would be impossible to resist.
Even though the room was spacious, the beautiful woman quickly stepped back to her head, her knees bent against the edge of the bed, Oops!He exclaimed and fell down, his slender waist twisted, his elasticity was as elastic as willow branches. He fell on the messy bed, his hips were raised, making the green and deep satin skirt round and shiny, and in the dark blue light, it was as bright as another moon plate.
Ying Fengse saw that she was naked in snow, her tempting body and her clumsy hands were busy, and hesitated toward her right hand, which was falling into the vest, pressed on the woman's thigh, and felt the skin tightened, and her skin was smoother than silk satin. She swallowed her greedy and said hoarsely: Uncle Master... A cold light flashed, and the hair on the young man's forehead was cut off, and a sharp light suddenly came!
He didn't even hear the sound of drawing the sword.
If you don’t use your skills in a short time, you will avoid the vital points between your eyebrows. No matter where you pierce your head and face, you will be the difference between dying on the spot or dragging it to death.
The physical fitness of the Mao people is at this time. Although they have no internal strength, Han Xue's majestic body can lean back with an astonishing speed and softness before they have thoughts, as if folding in half.
Ying Fengse's forehead rubbed across the ground, and the thigh and waist were sore that it was scratched by the sharp blade. He rolled several times and pushed up, and Leng Gang Han Rui came with the wind again!
(... Very fast!)
Lu Yunman's short swords were probably hidden under the pillow. Ying Fengse didn't see how he pulled it out. He avoided his throat in a mess, and his left shoulder was hot and painful again, and a bloody rainbow radiant air was picked away.
You're a bad guy, are you?You touched my legs.
Lu Yunman made a move like the wind, but murmur was like murmuring, which was inconsistent with Xunla's fast sword, but it did not hinder the sharp blade from seeking life at all. He wrapped his head around the neck and cut all over the hairy young man, splashing blood spots in the room.
Ying Fengse has seen Jiang and Luo perform "Liu Luo Quick Sword" many times in the Jiangjie world, but Lu Yunman's double swords are more sharp than "Liu Luo Quick Sword". If the sharp tip of the sword is avoided, it will not be done according to the original style. The cotton-pinning is like shaking the white wrist. Every time it appears, it will definitely hurt people. It is pragmatic and necessity, and it will never be too much. It is simply desperate.
Xueqing said that her body cannot be touched by a man, no matter how comfortable it is... it cannot be done, it is all bad people.It turns out you are the bad guy Ah!She murmured to herself, showing a sudden look, her eyebrows flipped, and there was no hesitation at all, and the sword became more and more difficult to deal with.
Lu Yunman was a type of frowning and unexpectedly beautiful. You can imagine how satisfied the man would be when she closed her eyes and bit her lips. As she spoke, the mercury-like sword light tightened with her delicate and beautiful voice, and the breath of death locked in the wind, like a beast struggling to exhaustion in a trap, just looking for a happy ending.
However, the beast's body has not given up.
The amount of bleeding accumulated in the fine wounds has gradually reached an unnegligible level. Ying Feng looked dizzy and a shrill blood color in the vision, like a red bulb, which cannot be supported by its fierce beast nature.
Suddenly, something in his body seemed to be loosened, and it seemed to be broken, gushing out of his chest and instantly walked all over his body. The young man seemed to be unable to absorb any breath, and a strange aura emerged from the depths of his bones, which was thicker and purer than outside his body. The blood sticky as sticky as fat stopped slightly, and it spun at three times and five times... or even ten times the speed, like thousands of arrows leaving the string, and the flood flowed through the river!
In Ying Fengse's eyes, the silver light that was sucked between Lu Yunman's snow arms was reduced to the shape of a sword, and the speed of cutting became extremely slow. You could clearly see the broken dust breaking along the blade, the moon reflecting passing through the convex edges, and even the slender fingers of the beautiful woman holding the crimson hilt of the sword, and the nails that were glowing with pearly skin. This was not an illusion.
The moment all the things were condensed, only his thinking speed was normal. The violently agitated pulse was about to be swelled by thick blood, and he pushed him to lean back in time before the sharp blade and neck, avoiding the trouble of breaking his head.
Lu Yunman's wrist shook, and the sword of the fallen swept back, and the moves were so swift and tricky, just like the one who had just had a false move, but Ying Fengse knew very well that was not the case.
(If the movement can be as fast as the thought)
At the critical moment, the temples on both sides bulged, as if blood tendons exploded and the pain was about to split. He instinctively pushed it, hitting Lu Yunman's waist, and a huge force rebounded back. The two of them fell out, but in Ying Fengse's eyes, the speed was still extremely slow.
He watched his feet off the ground with his lost balance and flew towards the door wall like silk threads, which was so ridiculous that it was indescribable.
Lu Yunman fell into the depths of the bed, and Ying Fengse's back hit the door. It took him so long that he could think about it. Suddenly he realized that it was not that the space was stagnant, but that his thinking had become faster.
Although the push just now was like lightning, the speed of the movement finally caught up with the idea.
His slight push was actually a high-speed attack several times that of usual, which was enough to produce amazing lethality, so that it penetrated Lu Yunman's protective energy. The force of the recoil told him to fly out of the ground and roar out like a kite with broken thread!
This must be related to the weird heart vein agitation, but at this moment I don’t have to worry about it.
If you maintain such slow motion and hit the door wall, Han Xue's body has no internal strength, and she is afraid that it will not be broken.
Yingfeng wanted to use the Heart Art of "The Most Victory Hand" to mobilize the muscles, simulate the body-receiving skills of Qigong, and relax the body to welcome the impact. Who knew that what he thought was unresponsive, and his body did not look disobedient, but the Heart Art was useless.
what to do?what to do?Just as he was holding back his hands, the door suddenly pushed open inside, but Luo Xueqing, the neighboring room, heard the movement and rushed to visit.
Ying Fengse hit the door with a blow. Thanks to this shaking thing that was not strong enough, he finally hit the wall head-on. Seeing a large number of broken lattices shooting towards Luo Xueqing's beautiful face like hidden weapons, flashing into the fragments and the girl. His ability to move at high speed suddenly recovered. Ying Fengse swept backhand and swept all the slow-in wood to one side, and rushed out of the crack from Luo Xueqing's willow waist. He remembered that this strange high-speed apartment had a shocking power. The girl was not as profound as her mother. If she touched her, she would definitely fall to her head and neck, and she would die.
Luo Xueqing's exclamation came from behind her, dragging it long and intermittently, sounding much lower than usual, as if it was coming out of the water.
But she was not the only one to see her. Ying Fengse rushed to the porch and wanted to turn around, but her speed slowed down again. She was facing Chu Zhiqin who was following him with a sword. The two met. The uncle's curved eyelashes trembled slightly, and his pretty face was full of surprise.
(No, she recognized Han Xuese!)
Unlike thinking, the acceleration of the movement seems to be restricted in segments, and it is reciprocating freely between speed and slowness. After hitting Lu Yunman, he knocked out and then returned to the strange way of throwing it slowly. He swept the fragments for Luo Xueqing at high speed and drilled past her. As soon as he arrived at the corridor, he fell into a low-speed time zone, unable to apply oil to the soles of his feet, and he slipped away.
Chu Zhiqin's surprise color condensed and slowly drew her sword, but Yingfeng color had gradually mastered the tricks of the low-speed zone. She returned to the back of the uncle's even wheat-colored back of her hand, and pushed the sword back with the flow. Seeing Chu Zhiqin's skirt and legs rose, she kicked her embroidered shoes to his feet and shin, secretly praising her for being adaptable and really moving her body to avoid it. Chu Zhiqin turned her hand and immediately drew the sword and hurt people, and turned her back.
Ying Feng was so beautiful that she was lustful in her arms. She pressed her right palm on the root of her thighs and legs, and her thumb slid into the tight triangle slit through the skirt cloth, and tasted the wet and warmth on her fingertips.
Chu Zhiqin's half of her body was soft, and she climbed up her even muscles in a terrifying manner. Her cry and blushing were extremely slow, like a beautiful picture, which taught people to relive again and again.
This devil-like precise response is simply unstoppable. No matter how skilled you are in your internal and external skills are, you cannot use them. You don’t understand how your opponent can always predict your own intentions in advance and resolve them easily.
Ying Fengse hurried beside the girl, cleverly covering her face, and Yan Manshuang saw it clearly. Afterwards, Chu Zhiqin came to her and could still make her fall in love with her at night and refuse to admit her.
Unexpectedly, a sword suddenly came and pierced the sleeve of the uncle, trying to force him out of the cover.
Deer-scarlet color!
Ying Fengse is angry and hateful, but since the girl comes to invite the alliance, she will not hurt Chu Zhiqin. Ying Fengse has the ability to deal calmly in the low-speed time zone and can be ignored directly.
But he just couldn't skip her for no reason.
Ying Fengse's temple bulged like a bulging, unable to tell whether it was physical pain or a surging mood. The blood curtain in front of him became thicker, and the suffocation feeling of being unable to inhale the air suddenly rose. I understood that the high-speed time zone was coming again, so I pinched the tip of the sword and sent it forward. A long muffled groan came from behind Chu Zhiqin. Lu Xise's sword hilt was removed, and the sword's head was rubbed across the ribs and fell to the ground.
He should have taken the opportunity to escape, but Lu Xise, who was lying on the ground, was blocked by Chu Zhiqin, and could not see how his injuries were. After hesitating for a moment, Ying Fengse gave up and turned around and flew out the cover of his uncle's delicate body. He saw a petite figure blocking the road, with a pure and beautiful little face that had no slant, and could not see his thoughts. He felt gloomy and calm, as if he had expected his reaction, and made a special trip between the two beauties.
(……Oops!)
It is a lie to say that you are not afraid of frost.
When he saw her fighting Leng Yue's four swords alone at Yangyi's family, he realized that Man Shuang was very reserved and had never tried her best.
With the vision of Fengse, I don’t think that the girl is a feathered sheep god who can take it; I will control her and tamper with her neck and teach her that she doesn’t know who is taking it. Isn’t this cultivation level a shocking and extraordinary state of being a saint?
Among the four feathered sheep gods, there is no such peerless master.
This makes Man Shuang even more mysterious and elusive.
The high-speed superpowers brought by strange heartbeat are hard to imagine, and Ying Fengse is not unlucky.
Since the girl saw it, Wu Cheng'an was bound to find Mo Ting. Instead of running away with his tail, it would be better to give Man Shuang a strong warning and make him feel worried. Then he would show that Wu was hostile, but it would be a misunderstanding, and the chance of being kind was greater.
Walking around the world has always been a matter of strength speaking.
Ying Fengse grabbed Yan Manshuang's body, and her speed was obviously faster than Chu Lu Ershu, and it might be that Yu Zi was less. The petite girl was sinking her shoulders and elbows. Although the defense was not completed, there was not much space around her body, so she couldn't start: her slightly bent knees can be hit and increase the amount of buffering. If you have an opportunity to take advantage of it, step back and expose her strength and thrust her waist, which was the momentum that came first. In a moment, she turned from extremely quiet to extremely moving, just like a stalk off the strings. The opponent would definitely be unable to be wary of it. She was still blind before falling to the ground, not knowing how she had planted it.
Yan Manshuang could not have predicted that he had high-speed superpowers, so she could only think that she made such a judgment to catch the enemy when the opponent attacked.Apart from the word "admiration", the word "Emphasis" cannot be put into a little.
What's even more terrifying is that Yan Manshuang looked straight into his eyes.
The young man was not sure whether her eyes were fast enough to catch up with his movements, but the uncle Wei and Wei Wuyin both said: A master faces the enemy, and the main situation is the main focus.
Attack dodging depends on the physical intuition tempered from actual combat and hard practice. If you stare at the end of the attack, you will easily be deceived, so it is better to look at the eyes than to see your hands.
I realized it with the wind and color.
Even when facing Lu Yunman's deathly fast sword, he did not have the intention to fight, so he lost all his chances and almost finished. But he was always the object of not being careless. When he fought with her, even if he had the high-speed foul ability, he still felt nervous. The so-called murderous aura was the assembly of many similar factors.
Yan Manshuang captured him with her rich experience in responding to the enemy. Even if his eyes may not be able to catch up with his movements, she can grasp the enemy's spirit at its most concentrated point, and the movement and stillness are inseparable from its climax.
It seems that you can't fight with her too seriously!
Ying Fengse forced herself to relax. Seeing the girl's breasts bloated, she thought that before going to bed late at night, Man Shuang would definitely not deliberately wrap her breasts.
She had two fat breasts that were not easy to detect when wearing clothes. They were round and full like bee belly, and they were thin and soft. They were full of hidden breasts, which made her look difficult for her to dress up as a girl for a long time.
The scene of the lingering affection in the underground palace room was filled with love. The man was full of desire and reached out to touch her swaying breasts. He was full of expectation that Man Shuang blushed like the uncle of the junior, showing a charming and shameful look...
Until the thunderous feeling penetrated his fingers, it made his body numb.
In order to avoid hurting Manshuang, he deliberately lightened his strength. This was definitely not caused by a recoil, but Yan Manshuang had already been covered with true energy on his side, deliberately exposing the flaws of his breasts. I asked you to get into the trap. If you can't beat the opponent, why chase him?
Just let him hit you, the wishes will take the bait.
(...What a cunning little girl!)
Yingfeng lost its center of gravity and slammed the gallery column before falling. The sound of Kala collapsed a few beats slowed along with the wood cracks. In the stagnant low-speed time zone, it looked like a wooden gray peony.
The blood vessels seem to have a pain-reducing effect. When the wind and color, I feel that the feedback from the bottom of my palm is very strong, and I feel that it is not good at hidden feelings, but the trouble in front of me is even worse. I have no time to study it in depth, so I have to leapt past Manshuang.
Unexpectedly, the girl blocked the road and her speed was faster than before. Ying Fengse had changed several moves with her. Fortunately, there was no obvious internal force in Manshuang's fists and palms. It might be that she was not as fast as rushing the valley, or it might be used to resolve the recoil force generated by high-speed confrontation.
The road ahead was blocked, and Chu Lu Shuangshu slowly got up behind her, and there was no way out. Ying Fengse accelerated with the bloated blood tendons on her forehead, but Man Shuang was guarding the iron bucket, without the awareness of hurting her life, and she couldn't take it down at all. What's even more terrifying is that her speed gradually caught up with her, and she pushed and moved her four arms and suddenly hit her waist, as if she had a third arm. Since the fight, the man was at a disadvantage for the first time.
Ying Fengse staggered and took a step back half a step, and his left arm was held again. He tried his best to grab the silk threads and did not move, and he was sweating heavily.
Suddenly, he heard a clanging two swords fighting behind him, and said, "What are you doing?"It was Chu Zhiqin's voice, which he said to Lu Xise.
Lu Xise holds her sword: Do you know that he is Han Xuese, the lord of the Qi Palace?
Chu Zhiqin said angrily: Then you tell him to stop.
The two of them spoke as usual, not elongated or intermittently. As for the wind and color, they realized that the supernatural powers subsided, and the blood red in the vision faded little by little, and the pain was so painful all over the body. It was difficult to tell where it was and what kind of pain it was, and the heart was cold.
Suddenly, he met Yan Manshuang's cold gaze. Before he could speak, Yan Manshuang turned his foot and swung his right thigh, fierce and fast, like a sweeping scorpion tail.
Ying Fengse's eyes suddenly darkened.The last thing I heard before I was unconscious was the crisp sound of bone cracks.
…………
He turned his eyes under his hot eyelids and slowly regained consciousness.
It’s not that my eyelids are burning, but that my whole body is burning.
He is very familiar with this kind of inflammation and is a little used to it. Ying Fengse unexpectedly did not return to his consciousness when he was in a coma. He heard that the fake uncle praised and criticized him secretly and laughed at him with a good hand and made him a husband with all his good cards, and he might die at the hands of his own woman.
Xiangyuan’s explanation is: Wang Wuyi in the sea of consciousness does not think that his life is in danger, and he is lazy and gossips about him, so he just let him suffer. How could he fall into such a dilemma after checking.
It is more likely that the time to faint is too short, and it is not even too late to return to the sea of consciousness.
The illusion of dreaming for a night is like no dream.He hadn't slept well for a long time, but he was a little reluctant to leave and was not opposed to exchanging his other leg bone for a good sleep.
...Do you need to break his leg bone?It's Deer Xise.
What are the benefits of provoking Qigong?
What are you afraid of?Yan Manshuang said coldly.You and us killed this guy, and everyone was a grasshopper tied to a straw rope.I thought you should try this taste of no choice.
Lu Xi smiled contemptuously.You'd better pray that his legs don't have any trouble, or that your genius doctor friend named Mo can cure him, otherwise I don't know how you will explain to Qigong except to kill someone to silence him.
Yan Manshuang said: Explain?I will get rid of the bad men of Mao tribe for them. It is too late for those useless men on Longting Mountain to thank them. What explanation do you need?In addition to contempt and disdain in his tone, he also exuded a strange sense of honor.
Since I met her, I have never heard Man Shuang speak in such a mature tone. What’s strange is that it doesn’t seem abrupt, especially shocking.
Then I thought about it and said that the three masters of Manshuang's army were the leader of the six major surnames of the Lin clan. His father was the leader of the Yu clan, and even the Qigong Palace must be respected three times. There were many discussions at the foot of the mountain when receiving the subject. If no one could have proposed a better solution, the clans of the six clans had already been in a mess, and there was nothing good to say about this matter.
Man Shuangruo was used to hearing Master Wei Ming scolding Yangshan, and it was not too surprising to say a crazy word.
Lu Xi's face probably felt something different. He rarely did not return his mouth, and the surroundings fell into silence again.
The breath here is familiar to the wind and the color of the wind. It should be that the lobby of Wucheng Temple, and you can vaguely smell the smell of the wooden plaque.
A stream of fine footsteps swayed with the sound of water, and Man Shuang asked: What is the situation of Uncle Master?The person who came to put something down, then the sound of water twisting sounded.
It was nothing, I said it was so painful that I twisted my arms and kept crying out. I didn't do anything after seeing it, and I had already coaxed her to sleep.Has he...n't he woke up yet?It was Luo Xueqing.
Don't get close to him.Man Shuang's voice sounded a little stern.This person is very cunning and not a good thing.
Luo Xueqing did not stop and said as she walked: But when the door shattered, someone blocked me for a while, so it was him.Thinking about it this way is not very bad.Yan Manshuang said: You wipe his head and face and see if he will take the opportunity to hold you hostage, and you will know if this person is bad.Luo Xueqing stopped.
……Give me.Lu Xise suddenly spoke.
The thick cotton towel soaked in cold well water returned to his forehead. Ying Fengse almost moaned. With just this move, the pain in his body clearly emerged. It took him so much effort to not scream.
Perhaps because Lu Xise squatted beside her, he didn't want to appear even more miserable in front of her, even if the current situation was already terrible.
Girls are not good at meticulous work. Apart from their attractive body and all the ecstasy of Happy Times, Lu Xise is not feminine most of the time, and exudes a wild temperament that is naturally bred and strong, lively.
She was able to bandage the wound very quickly and well, but she did not have the gentleness of smearing the wound on her face.
But for some reason, Ying Fengse missed her feeling by her side very much, as if she had returned to the courtyard of Fengyun Gorge, where there was only each other's worry-free world.
At that time, he had stared at her in the lake of her heart, and was more than a hundred times closer than the union of her body.
The warm liquid stain squeezed out of the corners of his eyes and flowed down his cheeks, but he was powerless, just like they finally embarked on a different path, and there was no possibility of turning back.
Fortunately, Lu Xise did not pay attention and was attracted by Yan Manshuang's ridicule.
You are very hard at flattering the Lord of the Qi Palace, and you are considerate.Longting Mountain is like you. No wonder the Mao tribe’s low-ranking race is firmly in the big position, and the nine veins of Yangshan have fallen into this way!
If you have some knowledge of the world, don’t always stay in this small temple and be the king of the mountain. You will understand that the consequences of killing the nominal master of the Qi Palace are much more serious than killing the Feathered Sheep God.Lu Xise sneered: The people in Longting Mountain wished him to die.The person who kills him will become an excuse for trouble for the Scales, the Korean clans and even the court. It would be a bargain to die at that time, and I am afraid that you will have no way to die.
One person sighed: Since that's the case, let me cure him, no one has to die. Is that good?
Mo Ting was awakened by Chu Zhiqin's knock on the door, and only then did she find that Ying Fengse was not in the yard. After hearing about the situation, she came hurriedly in clothes.
She and Lu Xise met for the first time. Lu Xise, who was a secret stake, was recovered by Bing Wuye. It was absolutely true that Mo Ting knew nothing about the girl.
Yan Manshuang did not explain Lu Xise's intention, so Manshuang didn't mind Mo Ting knowing, nor could she say in front of Lu Xise that Mo Ting would not tell her identity to anyone other than Wu Cheng'an's three-mind, which made it very difficult to defend Han Xuese for why he was here.
However, Mo Ting's response was impeccable and cleverly avoided all the hidden thoughts that were ulterior motives, of course, including herself.
The girl proved that he was Han Xuese, the lord of the Qi Palace, and implied that the Mao people, like Yan Manshuang, were sent to the Medical House after descending to the realm and avoiding who sent them.
Lu Xise only knew that she was deeply trusted by Yan Manshuang and others and was one of the allies against the Feathered Sheep God. As for whether to let Mo Ting participate in the plan, it is not a problem to be solved at this moment, but there are also Yan Manshuang who would not hide Mo Ting's preparation.
As for how Han Xuese was here, he had some rare nightmare disease.Mo Ting's voice is not only beautiful, but more of a rational, calm and composed calmness. It is extremely at ease.
It's a bit complicated to explain, but one of the characteristics of this disease is sleepwalking. Among you, someone must have passed the window of my residence to cause a nightmare attack.Everyone looked at Lu Xise at the same time.
Is there such a disease?The one who raised the question was Yan Manshuang.
That's right.Mo Ting rolled up her sleeves, revealing the bruises that had not yet recovered from her left arm.This was what he had injured before.
This patient is not good at martial arts, has no internal strength, and only knows some superficial fist routines. Anyone present can easily knock him down; when nightmare disease occurs, his speed, strength, and even his reaction to the enemy are comparable to those of the first-class masters in the world, and at least he is a top figure in the second-rate.Although it lasts very short and there is no threat after exhaustion, it is difficult to deal with it. This is why I am unwilling to move into the temple.
Chu Zhiqin suddenly clapped her high-high.So that's it!
Mo Ting turned to Yan Manshuang.
With his identity as a Mao tribe, I guess the Qigong would never teach him martial arts, and no matter which sect, there is no reason why he can only be brave enough to breathe a few breaths and then become weak.It is precisely because this is not martial arts, but disease. It is like a madman who starts madness and is difficult to control, but it is impossible to continue madness.
The words were pondered for a moment, and they felt that they were in the feelings and reason.
Mo Ting pretended to wake him up, quietly signaled with her eyes and said softly: Can you hear me?What do you think?Ying Fengse was in line with her heart, and she tried hard to open her dry lips and said hoarsely: It hurts so much...I...Is I sick again?Is it... hurting you?
Mo Ting shook her head and said: No this time.You have a rest first and I will take you back.Take out the splints and other things in the medicine box to fix the broken leg bones for him.
Ying Fengse felt relieved, and she relaxed, and finally fell asleep in the girl's arms.
It's...Uncle Lu!He should have thought of it long ago.
Luo Xueqing said that she took care of her mother nearby. The house was spacious and comfortable, and the two beds were separated by a screen. It seemed that she was the place where her mother and daughter moved in.
Ying Fengse once sat and ate with Lu Yunman at the tea shop in Jiangying Village, remembering the sweet and scented skin that exuded from her warm heart.
Looking back, he saw Lu Yunman wearing a goose yellow shirt with a crotch that looks like a crotch, half an arm, half an arm, not as long as the waist, open lapel, two narrow sleeves floating behind the shoulders, and a green pleated skirt with a color underneath, which makes her look white in white.
The fluffy horse-drawn bun was a little messy, full of the seductive charm of a little sleep. The yellow soft satin boots, which were close to the shirt, were placed beside the bed, standing and falling, and seeing the two white silk stockings faded to the ground, when entering the house, they were busy adjusting their hearts and never carefully observed. Otherwise, they would have discovered that the beautiful woman sleeping soundly in the bed would have been too much regret.
Lu Yunman's mind degenerated to the same as a girl. He thought he was here to play hide-and-seek, but after all, he was not really stupid. Seeing the man standing up and rising up, he couldn't see clearly in the shadows to describe his facial features. He was instinctively afraid and was about to shout.
Ying Fengse reached out to cover her mouth, but unexpectedly, Lu Yunman's neck-like arms were circled and turned, and she couldn't see clearly how it was done. She easily pushed the young man's arms away and almost twisted his wrist.
Ying Fengse's left hand flashed out, and still aimed at the woman's throat. He took advantage of the opportunity quickly and came first. He was able to turn inferior to superior.
Lu Yunman's tenderness danced in front of him, and the young children pushed and shoved each other like a fight. Although he looked ridiculous, he could not laugh at all.
No matter how continuous his offensive was, Lu Yunman could always push away the giant spirit palm from the fork, seemingly regressing, but it was not caused by the style of the wind.
To be honest, there was a sticky force hidden between her arms, which made the young man move, and the more he twisted it, and he couldn't extricate himself.
There was no sound of wind when she retreated. Although her sleeves were flying like butterflies, her goose yellow crotch did not fall off, as if it was sticking to her shoulders. Ying Fengse finally understood that it was her own way.
The small pavilion hides spring hands.
Lu Yunman was crazy about gaining and losing his heart, and his uncle was also his master. His attainments were there. Shui Yue Dingxuan's most famous grasping method was by her, and it was definitely not comparable to Jiang Lucheng and others. When he was too arrogant, he regretted it so much that his intestines were blue.
Fortunately, she took action based on her instinct and missed countless good opportunities for easy defense as an offense. Otherwise, she would have been able to vent any gap by just taking any gap, and Han Xuese's cultivation level would be impossible to resist.
Even though the room was spacious, the beautiful woman quickly stepped back to her head, her knees bent against the edge of the bed, Oops!He exclaimed and fell down, his slender waist twisted, his elasticity was as elastic as willow branches. He fell on the messy bed, his hips were raised, making the green and deep satin skirt round and shiny, and in the dark blue light, it was as bright as another moon plate.
Ying Fengse saw that she was naked in snow, her tempting body and her clumsy hands were busy, and hesitated toward her right hand, which was falling into the vest, pressed on the woman's thigh, and felt the skin tightened, and her skin was smoother than silk satin. She swallowed her greedy and said hoarsely: Uncle Master... A cold light flashed, and the hair on the young man's forehead was cut off, and a sharp light suddenly came!
He didn't even hear the sound of drawing the sword.
If you don’t use your skills in a short time, you will avoid the vital points between your eyebrows. No matter where you pierce your head and face, you will be the difference between dying on the spot or dragging it to death.
The physical fitness of the Mao people is at this time. Although they have no internal strength, Han Xue's majestic body can lean back with an astonishing speed and softness before they have thoughts, as if folding in half.
Ying Fengse's forehead rubbed across the ground, and the thigh and waist were sore that it was scratched by the sharp blade. He rolled several times and pushed up, and Leng Gang Han Rui came with the wind again!
(... Very fast!)
Lu Yunman's short swords were probably hidden under the pillow. Ying Fengse didn't see how he pulled it out. He avoided his throat in a mess, and his left shoulder was hot and painful again, and a bloody rainbow radiant air was picked away.
You're a bad guy, are you?You touched my legs.
Lu Yunman made a move like the wind, but murmur was like murmuring, which was inconsistent with Xunla's fast sword, but it did not hinder the sharp blade from seeking life at all. He wrapped his head around the neck and cut all over the hairy young man, splashing blood spots in the room.
Ying Fengse has seen Jiang and Luo perform "Liu Luo Quick Sword" many times in the Jiangjie world, but Lu Yunman's double swords are more sharp than "Liu Luo Quick Sword". If the sharp tip of the sword is avoided, it will not be done according to the original style. The cotton-pinning is like shaking the white wrist. Every time it appears, it will definitely hurt people. It is pragmatic and necessity, and it will never be too much. It is simply desperate.
Xueqing said that her body cannot be touched by a man, no matter how comfortable it is... it cannot be done, it is all bad people.It turns out you are the bad guy Ah!She murmured to herself, showing a sudden look, her eyebrows flipped, and there was no hesitation at all, and the sword became more and more difficult to deal with.
Lu Yunman was a type of frowning and unexpectedly beautiful. You can imagine how satisfied the man would be when she closed her eyes and bit her lips. As she spoke, the mercury-like sword light tightened with her delicate and beautiful voice, and the breath of death locked in the wind, like a beast struggling to exhaustion in a trap, just looking for a happy ending.
However, the beast's body has not given up.
The amount of bleeding accumulated in the fine wounds has gradually reached an unnegligible level. Ying Feng looked dizzy and a shrill blood color in the vision, like a red bulb, which cannot be supported by its fierce beast nature.
Suddenly, something in his body seemed to be loosened, and it seemed to be broken, gushing out of his chest and instantly walked all over his body. The young man seemed to be unable to absorb any breath, and a strange aura emerged from the depths of his bones, which was thicker and purer than outside his body. The blood sticky as sticky as fat stopped slightly, and it spun at three times and five times... or even ten times the speed, like thousands of arrows leaving the string, and the flood flowed through the river!
In Ying Fengse's eyes, the silver light that was sucked between Lu Yunman's snow arms was reduced to the shape of a sword, and the speed of cutting became extremely slow. You could clearly see the broken dust breaking along the blade, the moon reflecting passing through the convex edges, and even the slender fingers of the beautiful woman holding the crimson hilt of the sword, and the nails that were glowing with pearly skin. This was not an illusion.
The moment all the things were condensed, only his thinking speed was normal. The violently agitated pulse was about to be swelled by thick blood, and he pushed him to lean back in time before the sharp blade and neck, avoiding the trouble of breaking his head.
Lu Yunman's wrist shook, and the sword of the fallen swept back, and the moves were so swift and tricky, just like the one who had just had a false move, but Ying Fengse knew very well that was not the case.
(If the movement can be as fast as the thought)
At the critical moment, the temples on both sides bulged, as if blood tendons exploded and the pain was about to split. He instinctively pushed it, hitting Lu Yunman's waist, and a huge force rebounded back. The two of them fell out, but in Ying Fengse's eyes, the speed was still extremely slow.
He watched his feet off the ground with his lost balance and flew towards the door wall like silk threads, which was so ridiculous that it was indescribable.
Lu Yunman fell into the depths of the bed, and Ying Fengse's back hit the door. It took him so long that he could think about it. Suddenly he realized that it was not that the space was stagnant, but that his thinking had become faster.
Although the push just now was like lightning, the speed of the movement finally caught up with the idea.
His slight push was actually a high-speed attack several times that of usual, which was enough to produce amazing lethality, so that it penetrated Lu Yunman's protective energy. The force of the recoil told him to fly out of the ground and roar out like a kite with broken thread!
This must be related to the weird heart vein agitation, but at this moment I don’t have to worry about it.
If you maintain such slow motion and hit the door wall, Han Xue's body has no internal strength, and she is afraid that it will not be broken.
Yingfeng wanted to use the Heart Art of "The Most Victory Hand" to mobilize the muscles, simulate the body-receiving skills of Qigong, and relax the body to welcome the impact. Who knew that what he thought was unresponsive, and his body did not look disobedient, but the Heart Art was useless.
what to do?what to do?Just as he was holding back his hands, the door suddenly pushed open inside, but Luo Xueqing, the neighboring room, heard the movement and rushed to visit.
Ying Fengse hit the door with a blow. Thanks to this shaking thing that was not strong enough, he finally hit the wall head-on. Seeing a large number of broken lattices shooting towards Luo Xueqing's beautiful face like hidden weapons, flashing into the fragments and the girl. His ability to move at high speed suddenly recovered. Ying Fengse swept backhand and swept all the slow-in wood to one side, and rushed out of the crack from Luo Xueqing's willow waist. He remembered that this strange high-speed apartment had a shocking power. The girl was not as profound as her mother. If she touched her, she would definitely fall to her head and neck, and she would die.
Luo Xueqing's exclamation came from behind her, dragging it long and intermittently, sounding much lower than usual, as if it was coming out of the water.
But she was not the only one to see her. Ying Fengse rushed to the porch and wanted to turn around, but her speed slowed down again. She was facing Chu Zhiqin who was following him with a sword. The two met. The uncle's curved eyelashes trembled slightly, and his pretty face was full of surprise.
(No, she recognized Han Xuese!)
Unlike thinking, the acceleration of the movement seems to be restricted in segments, and it is reciprocating freely between speed and slowness. After hitting Lu Yunman, he knocked out and then returned to the strange way of throwing it slowly. He swept the fragments for Luo Xueqing at high speed and drilled past her. As soon as he arrived at the corridor, he fell into a low-speed time zone, unable to apply oil to the soles of his feet, and he slipped away.
Chu Zhiqin's surprise color condensed and slowly drew her sword, but Yingfeng color had gradually mastered the tricks of the low-speed zone. She returned to the back of the uncle's even wheat-colored back of her hand, and pushed the sword back with the flow. Seeing Chu Zhiqin's skirt and legs rose, she kicked her embroidered shoes to his feet and shin, secretly praising her for being adaptable and really moving her body to avoid it. Chu Zhiqin turned her hand and immediately drew the sword and hurt people, and turned her back.
Ying Feng was so beautiful that she was lustful in her arms. She pressed her right palm on the root of her thighs and legs, and her thumb slid into the tight triangle slit through the skirt cloth, and tasted the wet and warmth on her fingertips.
Chu Zhiqin's half of her body was soft, and she climbed up her even muscles in a terrifying manner. Her cry and blushing were extremely slow, like a beautiful picture, which taught people to relive again and again.
This devil-like precise response is simply unstoppable. No matter how skilled you are in your internal and external skills are, you cannot use them. You don’t understand how your opponent can always predict your own intentions in advance and resolve them easily.
Ying Fengse hurried beside the girl, cleverly covering her face, and Yan Manshuang saw it clearly. Afterwards, Chu Zhiqin came to her and could still make her fall in love with her at night and refuse to admit her.
Unexpectedly, a sword suddenly came and pierced the sleeve of the uncle, trying to force him out of the cover.
Deer-scarlet color!
Ying Fengse is angry and hateful, but since the girl comes to invite the alliance, she will not hurt Chu Zhiqin. Ying Fengse has the ability to deal calmly in the low-speed time zone and can be ignored directly.
But he just couldn't skip her for no reason.
Ying Fengse's temple bulged like a bulging, unable to tell whether it was physical pain or a surging mood. The blood curtain in front of him became thicker, and the suffocation feeling of being unable to inhale the air suddenly rose. I understood that the high-speed time zone was coming again, so I pinched the tip of the sword and sent it forward. A long muffled groan came from behind Chu Zhiqin. Lu Xise's sword hilt was removed, and the sword's head was rubbed across the ribs and fell to the ground.
He should have taken the opportunity to escape, but Lu Xise, who was lying on the ground, was blocked by Chu Zhiqin, and could not see how his injuries were. After hesitating for a moment, Ying Fengse gave up and turned around and flew out the cover of his uncle's delicate body. He saw a petite figure blocking the road, with a pure and beautiful little face that had no slant, and could not see his thoughts. He felt gloomy and calm, as if he had expected his reaction, and made a special trip between the two beauties.
(……Oops!)
It is a lie to say that you are not afraid of frost.
When he saw her fighting Leng Yue's four swords alone at Yangyi's family, he realized that Man Shuang was very reserved and had never tried her best.
With the vision of Fengse, I don’t think that the girl is a feathered sheep god who can take it; I will control her and tamper with her neck and teach her that she doesn’t know who is taking it. Isn’t this cultivation level a shocking and extraordinary state of being a saint?
Among the four feathered sheep gods, there is no such peerless master.
This makes Man Shuang even more mysterious and elusive.
The high-speed superpowers brought by strange heartbeat are hard to imagine, and Ying Fengse is not unlucky.
Since the girl saw it, Wu Cheng'an was bound to find Mo Ting. Instead of running away with his tail, it would be better to give Man Shuang a strong warning and make him feel worried. Then he would show that Wu was hostile, but it would be a misunderstanding, and the chance of being kind was greater.
Walking around the world has always been a matter of strength speaking.
Ying Fengse grabbed Yan Manshuang's body, and her speed was obviously faster than Chu Lu Ershu, and it might be that Yu Zi was less. The petite girl was sinking her shoulders and elbows. Although the defense was not completed, there was not much space around her body, so she couldn't start: her slightly bent knees can be hit and increase the amount of buffering. If you have an opportunity to take advantage of it, step back and expose her strength and thrust her waist, which was the momentum that came first. In a moment, she turned from extremely quiet to extremely moving, just like a stalk off the strings. The opponent would definitely be unable to be wary of it. She was still blind before falling to the ground, not knowing how she had planted it.
Yan Manshuang could not have predicted that he had high-speed superpowers, so she could only think that she made such a judgment to catch the enemy when the opponent attacked.Apart from the word "admiration", the word "Emphasis" cannot be put into a little.
What's even more terrifying is that Yan Manshuang looked straight into his eyes.
The young man was not sure whether her eyes were fast enough to catch up with his movements, but the uncle Wei and Wei Wuyin both said: A master faces the enemy, and the main situation is the main focus.
Attack dodging depends on the physical intuition tempered from actual combat and hard practice. If you stare at the end of the attack, you will easily be deceived, so it is better to look at the eyes than to see your hands.
I realized it with the wind and color.
Even when facing Lu Yunman's deathly fast sword, he did not have the intention to fight, so he lost all his chances and almost finished. But he was always the object of not being careless. When he fought with her, even if he had the high-speed foul ability, he still felt nervous. The so-called murderous aura was the assembly of many similar factors.
Yan Manshuang captured him with her rich experience in responding to the enemy. Even if his eyes may not be able to catch up with his movements, she can grasp the enemy's spirit at its most concentrated point, and the movement and stillness are inseparable from its climax.
It seems that you can't fight with her too seriously!
Ying Fengse forced herself to relax. Seeing the girl's breasts bloated, she thought that before going to bed late at night, Man Shuang would definitely not deliberately wrap her breasts.
She had two fat breasts that were not easy to detect when wearing clothes. They were round and full like bee belly, and they were thin and soft. They were full of hidden breasts, which made her look difficult for her to dress up as a girl for a long time.
The scene of the lingering affection in the underground palace room was filled with love. The man was full of desire and reached out to touch her swaying breasts. He was full of expectation that Man Shuang blushed like the uncle of the junior, showing a charming and shameful look...
Until the thunderous feeling penetrated his fingers, it made his body numb.
In order to avoid hurting Manshuang, he deliberately lightened his strength. This was definitely not caused by a recoil, but Yan Manshuang had already been covered with true energy on his side, deliberately exposing the flaws of his breasts. I asked you to get into the trap. If you can't beat the opponent, why chase him?
Just let him hit you, the wishes will take the bait.
(...What a cunning little girl!)
Yingfeng lost its center of gravity and slammed the gallery column before falling. The sound of Kala collapsed a few beats slowed along with the wood cracks. In the stagnant low-speed time zone, it looked like a wooden gray peony.
The blood vessels seem to have a pain-reducing effect. When the wind and color, I feel that the feedback from the bottom of my palm is very strong, and I feel that it is not good at hidden feelings, but the trouble in front of me is even worse. I have no time to study it in depth, so I have to leapt past Manshuang.
Unexpectedly, the girl blocked the road and her speed was faster than before. Ying Fengse had changed several moves with her. Fortunately, there was no obvious internal force in Manshuang's fists and palms. It might be that she was not as fast as rushing the valley, or it might be used to resolve the recoil force generated by high-speed confrontation.
The road ahead was blocked, and Chu Lu Shuangshu slowly got up behind her, and there was no way out. Ying Fengse accelerated with the bloated blood tendons on her forehead, but Man Shuang was guarding the iron bucket, without the awareness of hurting her life, and she couldn't take it down at all. What's even more terrifying is that her speed gradually caught up with her, and she pushed and moved her four arms and suddenly hit her waist, as if she had a third arm. Since the fight, the man was at a disadvantage for the first time.
Ying Fengse staggered and took a step back half a step, and his left arm was held again. He tried his best to grab the silk threads and did not move, and he was sweating heavily.
Suddenly, he heard a clanging two swords fighting behind him, and said, "What are you doing?"It was Chu Zhiqin's voice, which he said to Lu Xise.
Lu Xise holds her sword: Do you know that he is Han Xuese, the lord of the Qi Palace?
Chu Zhiqin said angrily: Then you tell him to stop.
The two of them spoke as usual, not elongated or intermittently. As for the wind and color, they realized that the supernatural powers subsided, and the blood red in the vision faded little by little, and the pain was so painful all over the body. It was difficult to tell where it was and what kind of pain it was, and the heart was cold.
Suddenly, he met Yan Manshuang's cold gaze. Before he could speak, Yan Manshuang turned his foot and swung his right thigh, fierce and fast, like a sweeping scorpion tail.
Ying Fengse's eyes suddenly darkened.The last thing I heard before I was unconscious was the crisp sound of bone cracks.
…………
He turned his eyes under his hot eyelids and slowly regained consciousness.
It’s not that my eyelids are burning, but that my whole body is burning.
He is very familiar with this kind of inflammation and is a little used to it. Ying Fengse unexpectedly did not return to his consciousness when he was in a coma. He heard that the fake uncle praised and criticized him secretly and laughed at him with a good hand and made him a husband with all his good cards, and he might die at the hands of his own woman.
Xiangyuan’s explanation is: Wang Wuyi in the sea of consciousness does not think that his life is in danger, and he is lazy and gossips about him, so he just let him suffer. How could he fall into such a dilemma after checking.
It is more likely that the time to faint is too short, and it is not even too late to return to the sea of consciousness.
The illusion of dreaming for a night is like no dream.He hadn't slept well for a long time, but he was a little reluctant to leave and was not opposed to exchanging his other leg bone for a good sleep.
...Do you need to break his leg bone?It's Deer Xise.
What are the benefits of provoking Qigong?
What are you afraid of?Yan Manshuang said coldly.You and us killed this guy, and everyone was a grasshopper tied to a straw rope.I thought you should try this taste of no choice.
Lu Xi smiled contemptuously.You'd better pray that his legs don't have any trouble, or that your genius doctor friend named Mo can cure him, otherwise I don't know how you will explain to Qigong except to kill someone to silence him.
Yan Manshuang said: Explain?I will get rid of the bad men of Mao tribe for them. It is too late for those useless men on Longting Mountain to thank them. What explanation do you need?In addition to contempt and disdain in his tone, he also exuded a strange sense of honor.
Since I met her, I have never heard Man Shuang speak in such a mature tone. What’s strange is that it doesn’t seem abrupt, especially shocking.
Then I thought about it and said that the three masters of Manshuang's army were the leader of the six major surnames of the Lin clan. His father was the leader of the Yu clan, and even the Qigong Palace must be respected three times. There were many discussions at the foot of the mountain when receiving the subject. If no one could have proposed a better solution, the clans of the six clans had already been in a mess, and there was nothing good to say about this matter.
Man Shuangruo was used to hearing Master Wei Ming scolding Yangshan, and it was not too surprising to say a crazy word.
Lu Xi's face probably felt something different. He rarely did not return his mouth, and the surroundings fell into silence again.
The breath here is familiar to the wind and the color of the wind. It should be that the lobby of Wucheng Temple, and you can vaguely smell the smell of the wooden plaque.
A stream of fine footsteps swayed with the sound of water, and Man Shuang asked: What is the situation of Uncle Master?The person who came to put something down, then the sound of water twisting sounded.
It was nothing, I said it was so painful that I twisted my arms and kept crying out. I didn't do anything after seeing it, and I had already coaxed her to sleep.Has he...n't he woke up yet?It was Luo Xueqing.
Don't get close to him.Man Shuang's voice sounded a little stern.This person is very cunning and not a good thing.
Luo Xueqing did not stop and said as she walked: But when the door shattered, someone blocked me for a while, so it was him.Thinking about it this way is not very bad.Yan Manshuang said: You wipe his head and face and see if he will take the opportunity to hold you hostage, and you will know if this person is bad.Luo Xueqing stopped.
……Give me.Lu Xise suddenly spoke.
The thick cotton towel soaked in cold well water returned to his forehead. Ying Fengse almost moaned. With just this move, the pain in his body clearly emerged. It took him so much effort to not scream.
Perhaps because Lu Xise squatted beside her, he didn't want to appear even more miserable in front of her, even if the current situation was already terrible.
Girls are not good at meticulous work. Apart from their attractive body and all the ecstasy of Happy Times, Lu Xise is not feminine most of the time, and exudes a wild temperament that is naturally bred and strong, lively.
She was able to bandage the wound very quickly and well, but she did not have the gentleness of smearing the wound on her face.
But for some reason, Ying Fengse missed her feeling by her side very much, as if she had returned to the courtyard of Fengyun Gorge, where there was only each other's worry-free world.
At that time, he had stared at her in the lake of her heart, and was more than a hundred times closer than the union of her body.
The warm liquid stain squeezed out of the corners of his eyes and flowed down his cheeks, but he was powerless, just like they finally embarked on a different path, and there was no possibility of turning back.
Fortunately, Lu Xise did not pay attention and was attracted by Yan Manshuang's ridicule.
You are very hard at flattering the Lord of the Qi Palace, and you are considerate.Longting Mountain is like you. No wonder the Mao tribe’s low-ranking race is firmly in the big position, and the nine veins of Yangshan have fallen into this way!
If you have some knowledge of the world, don’t always stay in this small temple and be the king of the mountain. You will understand that the consequences of killing the nominal master of the Qi Palace are much more serious than killing the Feathered Sheep God.Lu Xise sneered: The people in Longting Mountain wished him to die.The person who kills him will become an excuse for trouble for the Scales, the Korean clans and even the court. It would be a bargain to die at that time, and I am afraid that you will have no way to die.
One person sighed: Since that's the case, let me cure him, no one has to die. Is that good?
Mo Ting was awakened by Chu Zhiqin's knock on the door, and only then did she find that Ying Fengse was not in the yard. After hearing about the situation, she came hurriedly in clothes.
She and Lu Xise met for the first time. Lu Xise, who was a secret stake, was recovered by Bing Wuye. It was absolutely true that Mo Ting knew nothing about the girl.
Yan Manshuang did not explain Lu Xise's intention, so Manshuang didn't mind Mo Ting knowing, nor could she say in front of Lu Xise that Mo Ting would not tell her identity to anyone other than Wu Cheng'an's three-mind, which made it very difficult to defend Han Xuese for why he was here.
However, Mo Ting's response was impeccable and cleverly avoided all the hidden thoughts that were ulterior motives, of course, including herself.
The girl proved that he was Han Xuese, the lord of the Qi Palace, and implied that the Mao people, like Yan Manshuang, were sent to the Medical House after descending to the realm and avoiding who sent them.
Lu Xise only knew that she was deeply trusted by Yan Manshuang and others and was one of the allies against the Feathered Sheep God. As for whether to let Mo Ting participate in the plan, it is not a problem to be solved at this moment, but there are also Yan Manshuang who would not hide Mo Ting's preparation.
As for how Han Xuese was here, he had some rare nightmare disease.Mo Ting's voice is not only beautiful, but more of a rational, calm and composed calmness. It is extremely at ease.
It's a bit complicated to explain, but one of the characteristics of this disease is sleepwalking. Among you, someone must have passed the window of my residence to cause a nightmare attack.Everyone looked at Lu Xise at the same time.
Is there such a disease?The one who raised the question was Yan Manshuang.
That's right.Mo Ting rolled up her sleeves, revealing the bruises that had not yet recovered from her left arm.This was what he had injured before.
This patient is not good at martial arts, has no internal strength, and only knows some superficial fist routines. Anyone present can easily knock him down; when nightmare disease occurs, his speed, strength, and even his reaction to the enemy are comparable to those of the first-class masters in the world, and at least he is a top figure in the second-rate.Although it lasts very short and there is no threat after exhaustion, it is difficult to deal with it. This is why I am unwilling to move into the temple.
Chu Zhiqin suddenly clapped her high-high.So that's it!
Mo Ting turned to Yan Manshuang.
With his identity as a Mao tribe, I guess the Qigong would never teach him martial arts, and no matter which sect, there is no reason why he can only be brave enough to breathe a few breaths and then become weak.It is precisely because this is not martial arts, but disease. It is like a madman who starts madness and is difficult to control, but it is impossible to continue madness.
The words were pondered for a moment, and they felt that they were in the feelings and reason.
Mo Ting pretended to wake him up, quietly signaled with her eyes and said softly: Can you hear me?What do you think?Ying Fengse was in line with her heart, and she tried hard to open her dry lips and said hoarsely: It hurts so much...I...Is I sick again?Is it... hurting you?
Mo Ting shook her head and said: No this time.You have a rest first and I will take you back.Take out the splints and other things in the medicine box to fix the broken leg bones for him.
Ying Fengse felt relieved, and she relaxed, and finally fell asleep in the girl's arms.
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