One hundred and twelve, opportunity
He gave her a point, kept her from moving, and temporarily stopped the bleeding. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info
"Sao Bao!" Ying Zheng regained his expressionless face.
"Oh?" the man in red stood two steps away and looked at her whole body, "Tsk......"
The tone speaks for itself.
Isn't she wearing the same clothes as his?
Subsequently, the man in red ransacked all the barbecue meat and brought it back with two 'victory goods'.
In the middle of the air, the sparse branches are reflected, forming patches of color.
On the way, Ying Zheng felt that the sword wrapped in rags on his back vibrate, and Dianbao's voice was very uneven.
"Master, do you want me to teach him a lesson?"
glanced at the handsome side face of the man in red, and Ying Zheng lowered his eyes.
――No, this is the opportunity to return to the imperial capital.
Soon, the three of them returned to the convoy, and an old woman in a flower dress greeted her, with deep furrows on her face one after another, like many writhing insects when she spoke: "Mu Gongzi, you are back, this is late at night, the road is dark, the dew is cold, but you are in a hurry to die of old age, what is your body uncomfortable......"
The old woman didn't seem to see Yingzheng and the two at all, and she only had Mu Gongzi in her eyes.
"No problem. The man in red smiled with a tempting taste, and even yawning did not affect his demeanor, "I'm sleepy, let's live in one place behind me, catch up on the old days, turn around and let Liu Er bring some gold sore medicine over, this person is knocked, it's not good to have a scar, I'll go back to sleep first......"
"It's okay, Liu'er's kid is derelict in his duties, I've punished someone, why don't you let him serve you to sleep first?"
"No, Mother Flower. This time, his tone was a little colder.
The old woman couldn't force it, so she just let him rest well, and then she looked at the other two people and found that something was wrong: "What's the matter...... One more?"
However, the red-clothed figure had already departed and got into a carriage.
Ying Zheng half-closed his eyes and remained silent.
It's like I'm in a coma.
The white-robed young man on the side was awake, but the points were unsolved and he couldn't speak.
"This skin is not bad, why did you wear Mu Gongzi's clothes?" The old woman approached and pondered, and then called a person, "Liu'er, you come and bring people back." ”
"Remember, this gold sore medicine is only a small portion, don't come to me to get it if you don't have it, don......'t you hear it," the old woman still chirped crookedly.
When she was picked up, Ying Zheng glanced at her, this Liu Er was not very old, she was more than ten years old, but she had a large burn on her face, she had a lot of strength, she was obviously shallow, and she could carry her and the white-robed young man into a small carriage, and after throwing it in, she felt that the space around her was too narrow, and she also pressed the corners of the white-robed young man's clothes.
Liu Er frowned slightly, looking at the dark blood stains oozing from the shoulders of the purple-clothed young man, and reached out to untie her clothes.
Ying Zheng opened his eyes this time and looked straight over, but the child was so frightened that he fell out of the carriage.
Then, it really fell.
Ying Zheng, who stayed in place, was expressionless, blaming her......
If she hadn't been pointed, she could still pull this kid along, and if she wanted to blame, blame that Mu Gongzi.
Unfortunately, Liu Er fell out of the carriage and rolled off the carriage in a bad luck, knocking on a stone on the ground, breaking a bowl-sized hole in her head, and bleeding a lot.
Fortunately, he got up on his own, and his vitality tenaciously took out the gold sore medicine that he had prepared for Yingzheng and used it for himself.
Ying Zheng, who happened to see this scene from the corner of the curtain: "......"