The scar-faced man stared at the object in Xu Qing's hand for about a minute, then raised his eyes in vain, and said in a deep voice: "Give me a reason, why do you want to treat King Khan?" ”

Looking at each other, Xu Qing seemed to see something very pure in the eager and resolute eyes of the scar-faced man, shook the object in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Can I trust you?" Say your name. ”

"Arslen, you have no choice but to believe me now." The Scarface Man's voice was low and hoarse, but it seemed to carry a magic that was impossible to refuse.

Xu Qing gritted his teeth and nodded, tilted his mouth to the ear of the scar-faced man, whispered a few words in his ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear, and then stretched the object in his hand forward very shamefully.

The current form no longer allows for much consideration, so Xu Qing decided to gamble on the eyes of the scar-faced man just now, people with such eyes should not be people with too many flowers, and this man is very stoic, not only pain, but even death He should have faced it many times, such a man does not look like a yin.

Arslen means lion in Mongolian, he didn't reach out to catch the thing Xu Qing handed over, just glanced at him lightly, turned around and said, "You come with me!" After saying that, he walked away, not giving people the slightest chance to talk.

Xu Qing pulled up the drug addict who was still stunned, followed closely behind the scar-faced man and walked to the palace gate, the gun-wielding guards on the side did not come forward to stop him, and watched the two walk to the palace gate.

"Open the door!" Arslen waved his hand at the armor soldier at the door, in a completely commanding tone. The two armor soldiers immediately stepped forward to open the door of the hall, and a spicy and strong smell of herbs rushed towards him, making Xu Qing couldn't help frowning, and the drug addict expert beside him directly sneezed two loud sneezes.

At the moment of opening the door, Xu Qing finally saw the scene inside, two shamans dressed in fancy clothes were setting up a stove in the hall and boiling some herbs with a pitch-black amphora, white water vapor rose from the pot, and the spicy and pungent smell wafted out of the pot.

Arslen strode into the hall, his palm never leaving the hilt, as if ready to draw his knife and fight someone, it was clear that he didn't fully trust the two behind him.

Xu Qing frowned, and when he walked into the hall, his eyes had passed through the wall to the room on the other side, and he saw his father lying on a mahogany □□ with his eyes closed, and there was a large pool of shocking blood on the robe on his chest, and the person had fainted, and beside him there was an old shaman with a feather headdress on his bare upper body standing on the side of the bed, dancing with his hands, muttering something in his mouth, he clearly saw that his father's chest was still slightly undulating, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The person is still alive, but he is sick and vomiting blood and is in a coma, and since the drug addict expert has come, he should be able to treat his old illness. Xu Qing walked to the door of the room with the drug abuse expert, and suddenly remembered something, and subconsciously reached out to pull the armor in front of Alslen.

Choke! Arslen turned around, pulled out the scimitar on his waist in half, and said in a deep voice: "What's the matter?" "If I felt a little murderous aura behind me just now, I am afraid that I would have slashed it with a knife.

Xu Qing glanced at the drug addict expert beside him, and said with a serious face: "Arslen, please call someone to lead the live cow over immediately!" ”