Chu Yun: "Half a year ago, I stole the Holy Ye Thousand Souls and went to the capital to meet alone, and I was touched by a little girl in the middle, and after that, half of my face began to break. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info Moreover, Ye Qiansoul once robbed the tomb and left a scar on that half of his face. ”

The night is cool.

Jing Xie lay on the back of the Fengxiang Bird, and couldn't help crawling to Chu Yun's side, leaning and leaning: "That thief saint can be described as the number one boudoir killer on the rivers and lakes, and he is the flower thief who can make the girl the most willing, isn't it rumored that he has a face like a crown of jade, and is a peerless beautiful man?" ”

Chu Yun frowned, and hit her head with a folding fan: "Stupid." His previous scar was very light, with a little makeup and a human skin mask, and he couldn't see it. However, have you ever heard of a kind of corpse poison that can make people's skin fester, and it is not good? ”

Jing Xie covered his mouth and was shocked: "You mean that the little girl knew that there was corpse poison on the thief's face, so she touched him with her lime-stained hand?" ”

So, I fell into contemplation again.

Jing Xie: "But in this case, how did the little girl know?" Could it be that the girl also likes to steal saints? ”

Chu Yun shook his head: "That girl is about twelve or thirteen years old, if the face of the thief has been stained with corpse poison in the tomb robbery." But tomb robbing started more than ten years ago, and it was impossible for the girl to be present when the robbery began. So it couldn't be, there was no way that the girl knew that there was a wound on the thief's face. ”

Jing Xie: "But, you just said corpse poison, what if, the face of the thief is really corpse poison?" ”

Chu Yun closed his eyes and was silent for a while. Tomb robbers have always been mysterious, unless the little girl was also present when the robber participated in the tomb robbery, it is impossible to know that the robber also went in and was injured on the face.

Of course, unless the person who participated in the tomb robbery with the robber saint was the person next to the little girl, but he could have thought of the tomb robbery more than ten years ago, who is this person? .

Chu Yun propped up the fan and fanned it hard, always feeling that there was fire in his heart, Jing Xie saw that he had been thinking about it, and suddenly opened the fan at this moment, hurriedly unscrewed the kettle, and handed it to him.

Jing Xie: "Do you have a clue?" ”

Chu Yun took a sip of water vigorously and touched Feng Xiangniao's neck: "Go back and see!" ”

Jing Xie: "Hmm. ”

Jing Xie took the kettle, this world is a matter of time, sometimes I don't want to, but everything is related. Above this river and lake is the court, and above this court there are disputes in the world. If you are not careful, you will be involved in the turmoil.

When I arrived at the Witch Spirit Division, it was already late at night. Chu Yun took Jing Xie back to his residence, taught her to identify the next direction, then took some silver needles, prepared medicine and put them in the medicine box, and instructed Jing Xie to take some precautions, not to touch it, and not to stain the bad face of the thief saint, and the carrion that was caused by the debridement.

Jing Xie put on the skin gloves again, found some firewood, and brought the stove out. Chu Yun inspected the face of the thief saint inside, and after a while, Jing Xie was ready, so he let her in.

Put the stove aside, throw in the charcoal, and then use dry firewood to ignite it, and when the firewood is all burned and the charcoal is red, Chu Yun began to open the medicine box and put out silver needles and knives.

The thief was shocked: "What do you want, there should always be that anesthetic, right?" ”

Chu Yun glanced at him: "I forgot to take it." ”

Thief: "You? ”

The Thief turned his face away again and stopped talking. Chu Yun picked up the silver needle, pointed it at the half of his face, and began to block the meridians, and then used a needle to break the ulcer in it, and used the white wormwood steamed gauze to wipe away the bloodstains.

Each piece of gauze was thrown into the stove, and Jing Xie used a tongs to destroy the corpse.

In the end, Chu Yun picked up the blade and began to scrape the carrion, Jing Xie tensed his nerves, and so did the thief saint, clenching his teeth, dead or alive.

Such a bloody scene, Jing Xie saw it for the first time, and he really suspected that these two people could do it alone, and the other could endure the pain.

Until finally, after everything was debrided, Chu Yun sprinkled some medicine, wrapped it tightly with gauze layer by layer, and then threw the used knives and silver needles into the furnace.

After the operation, he was exhausted and unable to speak.

Chu Yun took off a thin layer of gloves, took off his coat, threw it into the stove, and said to Shang Jing: "Tidy up the medicine box, after the things are processed, wait for me here." ”

Paused for a moment: "Also, look at the bottom of the medicine box to see if there is a purple medicine bottle, drunk one, give it to him." ”

Jing Xie nodded in response, and the thief's shoulders suddenly trembled, and his fists clenched tightly. Jing Xie shouted, and after Chu Yun left, leaned into his ear: "Have you offended him?" ”

The thief didn't reply, but the anesthetic was delivered to his mouth, and he resolutely refused to eat it, just endured it, he endured it, and he will take revenge in the future.

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The most surprising thing in the ring competition of the Mandarin Duck Pavilion is not the third defender - the top three Qinglong Division in the whole Jianghu martial arts - Meng Zhang.

It was this last attacker who had been fighting for two full hours.

And the time for the ring competition to recruit relatives has passed, and the people in the Mandarin Duck Pavilion have hinted that Lord Qinglong can stop, but Qinglong Division-Meng Zhang has not met an opponent for many years, where will it stop.

And the moves are all ruthless, and the swordsman who is forced can't stop.

Bai Yu, Qinglong Si-Meng Zhang naturally knew that he was the apprentice of the Sword Saint, and he had long thought that he would, but the swordsman thought that the Qinglong Si-Meng Zhang was thirteen years older than him, and he was a person of his master's generation, and he refused to do anything with his elders.

And today, I didn't expect that he would participate in the competition of the Mandarin Duck Pavilion to recruit relatives, and he hurried over at the moment, just to have a big battle.

But Bai Yu, who was willing to work hard, at first he just wanted to give up, but after fighting for an hour, he wanted to win, at least he had to win the place of the son-in-law of the Mandarin Duck Pavilion first, and the owner of the Mandarin Duck Pavilion, Yang Mo, naturally would not marry her sister, so he had to exchange things.

Naturally, he wants the most valuable.

The sunset was about to completely set, and Bai Yu glanced at Qinglong-Meng Zhang with one look, and then his figure flashed, hiding in the darkness. No one knew what was going on.

Just listen to the Qinglong Sihu-Meng Zhang, whose strength value is in the top three in the rivers and lakes, his tall body arched his hand in the ring: "The little boy has a good skeleton, or I will take you as an apprentice?" ”

The swordsman Bai Yu vomited blood, and was made a move by the Qinglong Division-Meng Zhang, at this moment he was pressing a sword against the back of the opponent's head, and at this moment the sword fell to the ground, and the people in the audience couldn't see it really because of the darkness of the twilight.

Fortunately, there has not yet been a more powerful character in this Yongzhou City than the third-ranked Qinglong Division-Meng Zhang in the rivers and lakes. However, someone just said that he called himself a 'Sword Master'?

On the stage, Bai Yu picked up the sword, walked towards the edge of the ring, and looked at everyone in the audience: "You say, the son-in-law of this Mandarin Duck Pavilion, I deserve it?" ”

"Deserved, deserved." ”

"Deserved, deserved." ”

There was a hot shout from the audience, and Qian Mu stood backstage, blushing and stomping her feet fiercely.