Jiang Huai gave Huanhuan medicine, Zijinhua chattered over there to separate Dugu Qingluan and Shengjing, Jiang Huai couldn't help but shake his head, it was so poisonous only Zijinhua, if it wasn't for the princess's consciousness being firm enough, it was estimated that she would hate Shengjing to death.

Zijinhua was sad and sincerely comforted the princess and said, "It's okay, Your Royal Highness the princess, don't be sad, he dares to yell at you, and when your fire recovers, we will beat him and don't play tricks with him." ”

Jiang Huai was stunned.

Don't play tricks with the boss, are you trying to break my three views?

My boss is playing tricks, when did he win the princess?

When!

"It's still the purple gold flower that is the most well-behaved. ”

Zijinhua's whole person almost became a well-behaved .jpg of a baby cat. Jiang Huai felt very spicy, this pair of master and servant can open their eyes and talk nonsense, poor boss.

Jiang Huai boiled the medicine, brought it over, and divided it into two parts, one for Pan Sen and one for Huanhuan, Pan Sen himself was not afraid of being hot, so he raised his head and drank it, and then fed it to Huanhuan spoonful by spoonful.

Fu Rujing sat on the roof, took out a harmonica from his arms, and couldn't help but play the tune of the psychic clan.

Crowd, "......"

Most of the songs of the psychic clan are related to the undead, and when they blow like this, they are originally the territory of the demon clan with a strange atmosphere, and they taste like a funeral.

But he was still very fascinated, feeling that his skills were unique, and he was the only one who was coquettish, and he blew extremely desolate and sad, sometimes sharp and sad, and everyone felt that they were on the way to death.

Several of the policeman's little brothers were woken up from their sleep and asked incredulously, "Are we going to die?"

There are people playing music to mourn!

Music is a very resonant culture, good music can make people immersive, some war songs can make soldiers fight, and in the same way, such songs can make people fearful and hesitant.

"Fu is like a mirror, don't blow it. Dugu Qingluan couldn't bear it, "What song are you playing?"

"Isn't it good?" Fu Rujing was quite aggrieved, "I think it's very good, Piao Piao used to like to listen to me play tunes the most, and I appreciate it very much." ”

Dugu Qingluan's face was expressionless, "Believe me, she is duplicitous." ”

Fu Rujing frowned, extremely unhappy, "You lied. ”

Dugu Qingluan was afraid that he wouldn't be able to think about it for a while, so he blew it again, "Piao Piao likes it, it doesn't mean that we all like it, don't blow the song of the undead, you blow a few songs...... Your Majesty's song. ”

"I won't. ”

"Where's Pan Cub's song?"

"Neither will I. ”

Dugu Qingluan was silent, and Zi Jinhua snorted, "You are too closed as a patriarch, and rejecting foreign cultures is not conducive to the development of the race, do you know? ”

Fu Rujing, "Heh!"

Dugu Qingluan hesitated to get some herbs to stop bleeding and let Jiang Huai give them to Sheng Jing, his arm was bleeding, although the puppet would not die, it was always shocking to watch.

Jiang Huai, "I won't go, you go." ”

"Your boss is going to bleed to death. Dugu Qingluan said, "Don't you love him the most? Aren't you distressed? Why don't you go over and give him medicine?"

"You have offended people, why should I be cannon fodder, I won't go, you will go yourself. "Jiang Huai is a friend of the dead Dao, but he is not fooled, Dugu Qingluan scolded a few words in his heart, and took the herbs and helplessly went to find Shengjing.

Sheng Jing maintained the posture just now, standing by the window, his figure shrouded in darkness, and Dugu Qingluan's heart jumped suddenly.