Yang Zheming returned to the car, as if he was afraid of the cold, and leaned on the soft pillow and shivered. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info An Ning saw that he was in very bad health, after all, he was also running around for her business, so he picked up the quilt and covered him for him.

"What do we do next?" An Ning asked in a low voice.

The weather was cold, and Yang Zheming slowly exhaled a breath of hot air: "Wait." ”

An Ning raised his eyebrows: "What if they run away?" Yang Zheming said in a low voice: "They can't run away." ”

Yang Zheming's face was very pale, An Ning raised his hand and touched his hand, one was as cold as ice and the other was as hot as fire, An Ning unconsciously reached out to cover the back of his hand.

How can a person be cold like this.

Yang Zheming seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then immediately clasped An Ning's wrist, and after a long illness, he found that Yang Xi's pulse was beating too violently, and his body temperature was not normal.

Yang Ziming stretched out his hand to cover An Ning's forehead, under the hazy night, An Ning's face was crimson, as bright as a peach blossom, his eyes were a little blurry, and a small red rash appeared on his skin, and he was still confused: "What's wrong with you?" Her voice was soft and a little hoarse.

Yang Zheming leaned over, An Ning's face had not yet been wiped clean, and he could smell a faint fragrance different from the smell of rouge.

When did she get drugged?

This kind of drug is mostly used in the green building to help the fun. The woman touched it but her hands and feet were weak, she was delirious, and it was difficult to control her emotions, so if it was used by a man...... Yang Zheming thought of that cup of tea, An Ning was sprayed by him, and Xu had some reactions.

He was embarrassed for a while, and then explained to her: "The cup of tea at the banquet was drugged, and the medicine was too strong, so you lie down for a while." ”

He leaned back with An Ning, and An Ning felt that his hands and feet were gradually weak, and his mind was a little blurred, and he only felt hot panic. She remembered the tactics of those people at the gate of the mansion and asked, "Why are you okay?" ”

Yang Zheming was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "I have a lot of poison in my body, and other poisons don't work for me. ”

An Ning was already a little unconscious, and he didn't know what the poison was, so he smiled weakly: "I'm really protecting you from disasters." Her mind gradually became confused, the reaction to the medicine was slow, but the stamina was great, Yang Zheming's voice gradually blurred, as if coming from a long distance, very gentle: "Just sleep well." ”

She thought that Fengji had been following her, and nothing should happen, so she let herself fall into the darkness.

Yang Zheming lifted the curtain and saw that the northern suburbs not far away were brightly lit, and almost all the people in the northern suburbs were listening to the news. As long as the news is delivered, those people will take action, and as for what happens next, it is not for him to worry about it.

Qiao Guogong's side, there must have been an arrangement, since An Ning came to him sincerely, he helped the Qiao family once, so that Qiao Guogong was more worry-free.

At least when we meet in the future, we can still have some affection.

There was a young man in red standing in the dark grass, ten steps away from him, as if it were a gust of wind, obviously not there.

Yang Zheming and the young man looked at each other for a while, the young man's eyes were bloody, his palm was tightly clasped at the long sword at his waist, his whole body was tense and vigilant, and it seemed that he would rush over at any time and cut his throat.

Black Eagle stood beside Yang Zheming, almost on guard, it was rare for someone to make him so nervous.

An imperceptible smile flashed in Yang Zheming's eyes, and he slowly lowered the curtain and looked at Yang Xi who was lying there asleep.

- That's a descendant of the Fire Clan.

If one day, he knew his life experience, how would he choose?

Is it his people, or is it her?

In the northern suburbs, everyone is asking people everywhere. A man got out of a dog hole in a wooden house, and hurriedly ran towards the middle of the city in Jinzhong, he walked through the uninhabited alley, walked to a small wooden door that flashed and was dilapidated, and knocked lightly on the door: "Deflated three, deflated three ......"

No one responded, and the door was easily pushed open by him. He threw himself on the ground one by one, and then he saw a pool of blood on the ground, and a man sitting on the pool.

That person was none other than Misan.

He was tied to a chair and seemed to be tortured, his hands and feet were broken, he was covered in blood, his eyes were gouged out, and his two gold-inlaid front teeth, which he cherished so much, were pulled out, and his death was very miserable.

The man shuddered, was so frightened that he turned around and ran.

A few people came out of the shadows, the first one was Qiao Guogong, he didn't open his mouth to command, and Qiao Da and the others behind him had quietly followed the person who ran away.

The man ran all the way, ran out of Jinzhong City, ran to a rare cliff, a rattan hanging, he climbed up lifelessly, and ran forward, and after a while he saw a deserted ancient house, he was panting, full of fear, and did not notice that there were several people behind him.

The man stepped forward and knocked on the door hard: "Sanniang! Sanniang quickly open the door. ”

A plump and slightly bewitching woman opened the door, her clothes were half-exposed, drenched in sweat, and there was a man lying on the bed behind her, who seemed to be very dissatisfied with the disturbed good things, and after seeing the person in front of her, Sanniang was even more angry: "Three poles, what do you want to do in the middle of the night!" ”

Sanpolezi took a few deep breaths, Sanniang's springy appearance on weekdays always made him feel ape, but now he was full of fear: "That person, is he still alive?" Sanniang pushed him: "Who is alive or not, are you the hell!" ”

The three poles immediately pushed her away and walked towards the grass house, which was already empty for the people who had kidnapped them. Sanniang followed him and scolded as she walked inside: "The third and fourth have dragged people into the mountains, what do you want......"

-- It's been dragged away!

Three poles sat on the ground with one butt: "It's over, it's over, it's over......"

Sanniang kicked him: "What do you say quickly......" Before she could speak, a sharp arrow suddenly shot out, grazed Sanniang's neck, and pierced the wooden pillar fiercely, entering the wood for three points.

Sanniang was shocked, her neck was cold, and her heart suddenly trembled - she has been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and she is also walking on the blade, but now she is afraid that she will encounter darkness. She quickly raised her hand to cover her neck, stained her hand with blood, but only scratched the skin, she looked pale, and looked up, a continuous stream of torches came, and several people rode forward, raising bows and arrows at her, as if if if she could move the rain of arrows to shoot her into a sieve.

An old man rode forward, tall on a horse, with a long robe of yew and a white tiger tattooed on his shirt, domineering. He asked lightly, "My grandson, where is it?" ”

Deep in the mountains, there was no one in the silence, and Qiao Xu was being put in a sack, resting on the ground, lying in the wilderness.

He was carrying his hands behind his back, and he was using the knife given to him by the small basket to sharpen the rope little by little. But the knife was too small and blunt, Qiao Xu's palms were full of sweat, and he had to try to hold his breath to prevent others from hearing it, and the whole person was sweating profusely, but the rope was not cut.

(To be continued.) )