Ling An still remembered the year when he was picked up by Duan Junyan, and he lost it to the old ghost. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The old ghost's bad old man's beard is black and thick, and he doesn't look very old, but his hair is gray. He glanced at her with his eyes down, and without saying anything, he threw Ling An into the big wooden barrel, which was filled with thick black medicinal juice, and the thick smell of medicine pierced Ling An's tears and snot, and his body was covered with dense silver needles.

Originally, her body had no flesh, all bones, and she had been tossing for half a month, and her skin was already medicinal color, blue and yellow, as if she were a dried corpse.

The old ghost said that it was her Ling An's blessing to be a medicine man for him, and others couldn't ask for it. But Ling An is not uncommon, testing drugs, needles, and medicines, and the pain in between them is trembling when I think about it now.

Then one day, he ran over in a panic, and took her out of the medicine barrel, his thick beard kept shaking, and his red eyes looked at the old man carefully, and his eyes became brighter and brighter, and then he sat on the ground and hugged his head and cried, crying so darkly that he was annoyed.

Ling An, who was small, stood there naked and cried inexplicably by him, only feeling dizzy, she gritted her teeth, and patiently wanted to comfort him. Before his hand touched him, he raised his head, and there were a lot of snot and tears, all pasted on his face and beard, which was disgusting. But the old ghost didn't know it at all, there was a smile in his eyes, and then he beat his hands on the ground and laughed, and when he bulleted, he ran away without a trace.

Later, Ling An went to practice martial arts, but the old ghost still tried medicine for her, and the medicine she used became more and more, and the needles became more and more strange.

One day Ling An asked the old ghost, what if he stabbed her to death one day?

The old ghost obviously didn't care, "If you don't tie it, you will die, it should always give you some value." Then he said, "Would you be alive without me?" ”

In the previous sentence, Ling An knew that people under the eaves could not help but bow their heads, anyway, they would die, and it was okay for people to squeeze some surplus value, but she didn't understand the latter sentence, and Ling An didn't bother to understand. I was pricked by the old ghost a lot, and I soaked a lot of medicine, and my body was much better, and it was much worse. The drugs in the body are messy, and I have stamina for poison.

Fortunately, there is a poison, there is an antidote, thousands of poisons maintain a strange balance in her body, generally speaking, Ling An's blood is no big problem, touch it, drink a little, it is not a big deal. But there are always exceptions, and these three princes are an exception.

The old opponent of the old ghost is a poisoner, who thinks he is stronger than the old ghost, and competes everywhere. In the end, he insisted on making a kind of fairy pill, which is said to prolong life and enhance the effect of physical fitness. To put it bluntly, it's just a poison, it's just chronic, and it makes people happy to eat it and eat it willingly. Then he was unwilling to be lonely, so he wandered around with this medicine, and when he wandered around, he went to Baitu, and happened to meet the third prince. Hehe, the third prince has formed an indissoluble bond with this medicine.

I think that the elixir used by the old emperor is exactly the same as this immortal pill.

The old ghost was not convinced, and made a lot of poison antidotes, in order to compare with this immortal pill. Later, Xu felt bored, so he gave up. But the medicine is all made, there is no need to use it in vain, good things can never be wasted, so they are all used on Ling An.

One of them was really violent, and the two of them restrained each other, almost breaking Ling An's life.

The day Ling An woke up, the old ghost looked at her with a smile, his eyes were full of love, and he said, "That old thing dares to be called a poisoner, I'm sorry!" Look at my medicine, if you come across that fairy pill and nourish poison with poison, you will definitely attack him! Let him braided immediately! ”

Now these words are so clearly crossed my head.

Ling An didn't know how long the Third Prince hadn't used the Immortal Pill, but she knew that the Third Prince didn't have the stamina to quit the Immortal Pill, and she was determined to believe in the old ghost god to have unfounded self-confidence.

"Third Prince, the Immortal Pill is easy to use?"

Ming Qian raised his head, there was still blood at the corner of his mouth, and he was stunned.

"Is blood delicious? Duan Junyan has sent troops. ”

If he was stunned just now, now his eyes are full of astonishment and even horror. The corners of his mouth trembled, and he didn't spit out a word.

"Did you say yes? Baitu was in civil strife, and he took the opportunity to send troops to contain the soldiers and horses in Western Xinjiang, so that you could successfully ascend to the throne? Then you gave Qin Chuan and Liangwang to Duan Junyan as a thank you gift? If you want to make a deal with Duan Junyan, you are too stupid, you are just seeking your own death by seeking skin with the tiger. If he really wants to send troops, he must wait for the complete strategy. The court was in chaos, the frontier was uneasy, he captured Qinchuan in one fell swoop and turned south, guess where he could hit? It's a pity that you have been forced to this extent, and the frontier is stable as usual, Duan Junyan is afraid that he would have washed back and slept a long time ago. Which green onion do you count. ”

What kind of person is Duan Junyan, he is very smart, not as smart as mortals, so he is too confident and even arrogant. His life for more than 20 years has been too smooth, and it can really be said that he has been forced to disappear between talking and laughing. As a member of the royal family, such a life is not smooth. If the days are too smooth, they will be boring, and those who are too smart will have no opponents. To some extent, Duan Junyan is lonely. No one in Daqi will go against the emperor, but Baitu has, and Baitu has an equally smart prince, so Duan Junyan feels very happy. He is willing to fight with Ming Ze, willing to stumble on him, no matter how small or big, as long as Ming Ze suffers, he is happy. He is also willing to play with fools, watching fools perform the drama of not having enough hearts to swallow elephants, watching fools being trampled under the feet of smart people, stepping into the dirt, and never turning over.

The third prince was that fool, and Duan Junyan had a lot of fun. Therefore, Duan Junyan is unprofitable, and when the fool is about to finish playing, even if the promise he said is full of pride and sincerity, it is just a joke, and it really can't be true.

But this fool took it seriously, and felt that it was more gold than real gold, so he had nothing to fear. But all of a sudden, King Nanyang was finished, Duan Junyan didn't move, and this fool panicked.

"Who are you?!"

He gritted his teeth and paused, and Ling An felt funny again.

"I am who you think I am." Seeing that Ming Qian was short of breath and exhaled heavily, Ling An's heart blossomed, "Does the third prince feel tightness in his chest?" ”

"Do you feel a chill in your chest? Is it tinnitus? Is it tingling in the forehead? ”

Every time Ling An said a word, the fear in the eyes of the third prince spread to a higher level, until he was trembling and sweating profusely.

"Immortal Pill is really a good thing."

Ling An smiled brightly, Ming Ming's face turned gray in an instant, her body shook suddenly, and the dagger in her hand stabbed at her.

In a flash of cold light, Ling An broke free violently, slammed into his wrist, turned his hand and snatched the dagger, stabbed the woman next to him with a knife, and snatched the stupid child cleanly, and crossed the city wall with all his might.

His ears were buzzing, and his eyes were black, and Ling An only felt that his body was weak, and he fell straight down.

Ling An naturally couldn't hear the third prince shouting out the word "shoot" heartbreakingly, nor could he see him fall to the ground in despair.

Ling An really just wanted to scold his mother, he shot arrows for most of his life, and in the end he was shot by arrows, which was really unpleasant. The next moment her body paused, and her head hit a pad of flesh, hard, soft as the ground. Ling An's eyes opened a slit, and when she saw the man's resolute chin, faintly with some cyan stubble, she pulled the corners of her mouth and didn't laugh, so she closed her eyes again, after all, it was not ****.