The words entered his ears, Cai looked at Jian'er's innocent expression, O'Neill only felt that his throat was salty, and a mouthful of old blood could no longer help spurting out.

"This, it's definitely none of my business, you can't see it, I'm far away from him, he can't rely on me when he spurts blood. Looking at O'Neill's appearance, Jane blurted out.

Then he muttered in a low voice (of course, it was low enough to ensure that everyone present could hear it clearly): "He can blame me for messing around with medicine and making himself look like this, saying that I am a witch and poisoning him or something, and now he vomits his own blood, and he may not know how to arrange me for a while." ”

At this time, Moore looked at Jane's eyes full of little stars, although he used to use some tricks against O'Neill to play this guy with low IQ, but if you want to do further damage to him, don't think about it, because although this guy doesn't have enough brains, but behind him can definitely be called first-class. There is an old saying that one force will drop ten times, in the face of absolute power, small means can make a moment, but if you want to rely on those small means to build a big achievement, then don't think about it.

But now, Jane's performance really refreshed Moore's cognition. It didn't take a single soldier, but it was just a few words of effort to make O'Neill "do" himself into the current virtue, and he was directly angry and vomited blood, this is simply too powerful!

Fortunately, I didn't offend this one too much before, otherwise ...... Moore looked at O'Neill and shuddered, otherwise I'm afraid his fate would not be much better. The thought of becoming what O'Neill is now...... , touched the rows of small chicken skins that stood up, if this was the case, he swore that he would find the noodles and hang them directly.

"O'Neill, do you have my elixir?" At this moment, a baritone voice with excitement sounded at the other end of the hallway, and then a white figure appeared in everyone's field of vision.

"Big, my lord......" seemed to have suddenly found the backbone, O'Neill's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and even his voice became a little choked, and the poor little look was like a girl who had been pulled by a naughty little boy with pigtails and found a backer. It's a pity that with his current dignity, not only can it not arouse everyone's sympathy, but it is even more disgusting.

"What kind of monster are you!" As soon as the visitor made his way through the crowd, he saw a disgusting, foul-smelling guy rushing towards him. Instinctively, he jumped up, raised his long legs, and kicked the man against the wall with a piercing foot.

"Boom!" there was a muffled sound, and then cracks appeared on the snow-white wall.

"Sizzle~!" Jian Er squeaked her teeth, this voice sounded really sour enough. Looking at the person who was directly embedded in the wall, Jian'er's eyes were full of sympathy, she felt pain just by looking at it, and this one who suffered this ...... , Jian'er really wants to poke with a small branch, dear, are you still alive?

The person who came glanced at O'Neill vigilantly, and then glanced at Jian'er and a group of them coldly, how could these people still maintain a clear mind, what is O'Neill doing with this guy? It's so useless, I want to give him a chance when I see that he is quite good, and now it seems that waste is waste, it is simply a waste of his expression.

"O'Neill, where are you, come out!" frowned, and someone called out.

"Great, great, I, I, I'm here. O'Neill, who had been kicked into the wall, stammered. At this time, his face looked so miserable that it couldn't have been worse. The pus and blood on his nose had already broken the skin, and his nose, which was already red and swollen enough, was even bigger, and the disgusting yellow and red liquid flowed out and stuck all over his face, and slowly flowed down the "ditches" on his face towards him.

"Great, my lord, O'Neill is at your command. O'Neill was a little leaky when he spoke.

"You, you're O'Neill?!" the man stared at the man in disbelief as he struggled to his feet.

No, although O'Neill is a bit stupid, that face is still a bit attractive, and even if that idiot doesn't speak, he can still give people a bit of a divine illusion by pretending to be a little sacred. He really couldn't connect that O'Neill with the guy in front of him who was completely devoid of "human". However, although the man has been transformed, the voice is still the same, and it seems that this voice is indeed O'Neill.

"O'Neill, how did you become like this?" The voice of disbelief was still a little suspicious, and the person who came looked O'Neill up and down, a little unable to believe his eyes.

"My lord, my lord, you must be the master of O'Neill~" The long monotony with a bit of aria feeling, especially the tail note with a little trembling has raised the sense of grief and indignation up several levels, and the abundant feelings contained in it are afraid that no singer in the world can perfectly interpret it.

"Stop!" Seeing that O'Neill actually wanted to pounce on him, the person hurriedly stepped out of the way, and then did not forget to take out a silk handkerchief decorated with lace from his arms and covered his mouth and nose, "You just stand there and don't move, no, take a few steps back, yes, stay away from me." ”

O'Neill didn't dare to disobey the order, so he had to step back as instructed with an aggrieved expression, and then looked at the adult with eyes like an abandoned puppy.

"Alright, stop! just stand there. As if finally satisfied with the distance, the visitor put down the lace handkerchief covering his mouth and nose, "What the hell is going on, you can say now." By the way, didn't you come to look for the lost elixir of my Holy See?

In fact, as far as the people who came, O'Neal's life or death was not the focus of his concern, but more concerned about the miracle drug that O'Neill reported to him that could make the fracture heal quickly. But in the end, this O'Neill can be regarded as his own person, if he completely ignores him, it is really morally unreasonable, and it may make his subordinates chill when they know about it, so he had to put down his temperament and greet comfortably, but at the same time quickly changed the topic and asked about the things he cared about.

"That witch," O'Neill pointed his hand in Jane'er's direction, "she framed me!" (To be continued.) )