The little fox was lying on the grass, stretching his waist, posing in a sassy posture, staring at Han Changqing, patting his abdomen with his paws, and looking like a charming look.

Han Changqing felt that behind him, there was a burst of coolness, like a fox behind him, thinking about how to calculate his appearance!

"This is? Seeing this, Wen Shui strode forward and saw Han Changqing carrying Xiao Mohan on his back, he stepped forward to take a look, and his face was extremely pale.

Han Changqing carried Xiao Mohan back to the bedroom, and when he saw Wen Shui standing in place, he stepped forward and grabbed Wen Shui, threw him into the bedroom, and dragged him forward.

"Hurry up and help the master take a look, what's going on?" Han Changqing was obviously hit and couldn't accept it.

Xiao Mohan, what kind of character is it? Among them, the most powerful person! He guarded their growth like a big brother and never let them be wronged in the slightest, and now he is actually ......

"It's too poisonous. Wen Shui shook his head and did not step forward.

He turned around, stared at Han Changqing seriously with peach blossom eyes, and whispered: "The night is too urgent, we have all neglected an important point, the fragrance of flowers in the air is useless to us, but to the cold, it is fatal." ”

"Now, it's been too long! The poison has spread to the bone marrow, how do you save Ben Shao?"

Han Changqing listened, pushed the question water back half a step, leaned against the wall, and said in a cold voice: "What are you talking about? Who told you to say that Ye is not saved?"

Wen Shui looked at Han Changqing angrily, his eyes were red, and the afterglow in his eyes was terrifyingly cold.

"In the past, he was sick, but he could have been cured, but now the poison in his body can provoke his old disease, and it can worsen, even ten times more fierce than before, and even...twenty times more so than before. Wen Shui whispered, his fingertips slightly bent, obviously uncomfortable inside.

Han Changqing listened and took half a step back.

"How is it?, has my sister-in-law been found?" Zhuo Song drove the car, rushed halfway up the mountain, and pushed open the bedroom door.

He walked in, feeling the strange atmosphere in the bedroom, asking Shui and Han Changqing's faces were embarrassed, it was difficult to see the extreme, he strode in and asked in a low voice, "What's the situation?"

Yao Rong was injured, Zhuo Song just looked out the window twice, and hurried back, just because Gu Chuyan had an accident to see if he could help.

Unexpectedly, he walked in and fell to the bed, Xiao Mohan's face was pale, as if he was lifeless.

"What's going on? It's not that my sister-in-law is missing, what's wrong with Han?" Zhuo Song walked like a fly, walked to the side of the bed in two steps, and reached out to touch Xiao Mohan's wrist.

I found that his body temperature was even higher than usual!

"Ask the water. Zhuo Song turned around, looked at him suspiciously, and said, "Han, this is poisoned?"

"It's not just poisoning, this time people want his life!" asked Shui said in a muffled voice, he pursed his thin lips, kept taking deep breaths, and stepped forward to look at Xiao Mohan.

"My sister-in-law sucked the blood dragon from him, I thought that his illness was transferred, who would have thought that the root of the Xiao family's illness was buried in the bones, and this time it was intensified, and he could kill him at any time. Ask the water to whisper.

He sat there with a heavy fall, very guilty and in pain.

As a doctor, I don't even know what to do with the patient, and I ask how uncomfortable the water is.

"Root of the disease? You mean .....?" Zhuo Song listened, he looked at Wenshui suspiciously, then at Han Changqing, and then at Xiao Mohan.

Zhuo Zhen sorted out his thoughts before standing up straight.

"Poisoning can provoke the root of his illness, I'm afraid this person knows everything about Han and the Xiao family. But the Xiao family, the single ...... of the past dynasties" Zhuo Song felt a little headache.

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