The man shook and knocked Nanqiang to the ground. Nanqiang bit an iron needle in his mouth, and inserted it into the man's waist when it fell.

Huaiqing took the opportunity to raise his sword and wanted to pick the man's wrists, but the man got up and wanted to flee when he saw this.

Nanqiang slumped to the ground and looked at Huaiqing: "Catch him, you can't let him go." ”

Nanqiang coughed up a mouthful of blood and propped himself up with one hand.

"Come on, he can't run away."

When Nanqiang staggered to arrive, Huaiqing's chest was stained red, and the long sword in Huaiqing's hand was pressed against the man's throat.

Nanqiang stepped forward: "You Baiteng Pavilion really know everything. I was going to send you to the Secret Division. Nanqiang watched the man's pupils shrink, and a trace of imperceptible horror flashed.

Nanqiang stepped forward and approached the man and took Huaiqing's long sword.

The man's eyes widened, and Nanqiang broke the muscles and bones on the man's body.

"You are loyal to Baiteng Pavilion, I don't know if Baiteng Pavilion will raise a waste person."

After Nanqiang finished speaking, he glanced at the large piece of scarlet on Huaiqing's chest, and Nanqiang stabbed the man in the chest with his sword.

If you don't die, you just have a life.

In the middle of the night, the Baiteng Pavilion was still full of guests, waiting for the Baiteng Pavilion to pull the horse at the door, and a bloody person rolled down on the eaves.

A puddle of blood immediately appeared at the entrance of Baiteng Pavilion, and the guests sitting in Baiteng Pavilion squeezed out one after another.

Dare to kill people at the door of Baiteng Pavilion, is this a significant provocation to Baiteng Pavilion.

Everyone looked at each other, but they understood in their stomachs that there was no one else who had a big grudge against Baiteng Pavilion except for the Secret Spy Division.

The secret spy department blatantly threw half of the dead people at the door of Baiteng Pavilion, which was intentional and self-evident.

Baiteng Pavilion looked lively, and some thoughtful people had already mentioned their clothes and slipped away, for fear of getting involved.

Dressed in light clothes, the jade jeweled pipe in his hand was clearly visible to the person lying on the ground, and the pipe trembled.

Xue Nu's lips opened slightly, he glanced around, got up and jumped on the beam, and saw the blood stains on the beam, and the figure that disappeared under the frost-white moonlight, and the pipe in his hand was eager to bleed.

Xue Nu went up to the pavilion, and there was still an incense burner and cigarettes curling in the room, and a white paper was placed on the table, and the ground ink on the side was half dry.

Through the screen, Xue Nu looked at Liyuan looking for a book on the shelf.

A pair of white and bony hands held the blue book, and Xue Nu's eyes were red.

His shepherd's hands are also a pair of good-looking hands, but now that he is bloody and his muscles and bones have been broken, can he still hold his favorite bow and arrow?

"What's the matter?" Liyuan's voice was low and hoarse.

"Pavilion master, Shen Mu was defeated, his muscles and bones were broken, and he was thrown at the door of our Baiteng Pavilion by that person."

Xue Nu tried her best to suppress her anger and grief, but her voice trembled involuntarily.

"The man?" The sound of the abyss is like frost. "Shen Mu is one of the best masters in my Baiteng Pavilion, how deep is that kid's skill, Shen Mu will be defeated in his hands."

"Pavilion Master, what should Shen Mu do?" Xuenu's eyes were red.

Li Yuan chuckled, his voice was like a dragonfly: "He has been responsible for you for many years, why should you treat him with affection, since he is defeated, then deal with it according to the rules of Baiteng Pavilion." ”

"Pavilion Master......" Xue Nu was surprised, and her lips opened slightly.

"If you can't do anything about this, then change to a flower slave."

As soon as he took a few steps from Yuan, Xue Nu raised his voice: "Baiteng Pavilion rules, Shen Mu has not betrayed Baiteng Pavilion, if there are one hundred taels, he can save his life." ”

Li Yuan stopped, smiling: "You want to save him?" ”

Xue Nu frowned and let go of his hand: "Xue Nu doesn't dare, Xue Nu only begs the pavilion master to remember the old love in the past and let him go better." ”

Liyuan's voice was warm: "Next time, it's up to you." ”

Xue Nu's eyes raised, and his voice was desperate: "Pavilion Master Xie." ”

After Xue Nu left, Hua Nu came out of the shadows: "Pavilion Master." ”

Shen Mu can die in her hands, Xue Nu goes, and the pavilion master wants her to die.

Li Yuan saw through Hua Nu's thoughts: "Misunderstand things, even if I don't let her go, she will go herself, you go and send Shen Mu a ride." ”

When the flower slave retreated, the book in Liyuan's hand was placed on the coffee table.

The third lady of Nanhuai Wangfu really has some skills.

Nanqiang returned to the courtyard, and Huaiqing lost too much blood and fainted.

Bai Zhi walked out with a lantern, her face pale.

"Miss." Bai Zhi's voice trembled: "Miss, let's go back to Nanhuai." ”

Nanqiang was weak: "Go and bring the gold sore medicine and hemostatic medicine sent by Nan Weaving, and then go boil a pot of boiling water and get a set of clean clothes." ”

Bai Zhi looked at Nanqiang in astonishment, Douda's tears blurred her vision, and she only saw Nanqiang's vague shadow lowering her body and dragging Huaiqing up.

Bai Zhi hurriedly threw down the lantern and stepped forward to help Huaiqing, Bai Zhi saw that the blood on the back of Nanqiang's hand had already coagulated, and the fresh blood dripped to the ground along the coagulated blood stains.

Bai Zhi sobbed and dragged Huaiqing back to the room, Nanqiang walked into the screen, took off his coat, tore the sleeves of a dress, and put on his underwear.

Bai Zhi brought the golden medicine and saw that Huaiqing had already changed his clothes.

Nanqiang's face was blue, the wound on his arm was three inches long, the wound was deep and the bone was visible, the blood and flesh were blurred, the edges were oozing blood, and some of the blood had coagulated and turned black.

Bai Zhi was holding the gold sore medicine, and he didn't know where to start, Nanqiang looked at Bai Zhi's eyes as red as a rabbit.

"I'm not dead yet." Nanqiang stretched out his hand to Bai Zhi, Bai Zhi took the handkerchief, gently wiped it on the side of the wound, and muttered in a choked mouth: "In Nanhuai before, when I was the most seriously injured, I still fell at the gate of the house, and it was just a broken skin." ”

Nanqiang remembered that he was eight years old at that time, sneaked out of the house at that time, and came back after dark, and when he returned to the door of the house, he tripped over a big stone, fell on the ground and broke his forehead, which scared the house up and down.

It was also after that, every time she went out, as soon as it was dark, Liang Bo waited in front of the door with the lamp.

Bai Zhi wiped the wound clean, and Nanqiang picked up the liquor and poured it on his arm.

Bai Zhi watched the wine mixed with blood and water fall on the basin, and she also felt pain in her heart, and the pain spread from her heart and lungs to the soles of her feet, straightening her limbs.

Nanqiang kept pursing his pale lips, and the sweat on his forehead kept rolling down his cheeks.

Nanqiang washed the wound, poured gold sore medicine, and then let Angelica Angelica wrap gauze.

Nanqiang looked at Huaiqing, who was lying on the bed with a pale face.

"Go out and boil a pot of water, just have me here."

After Nanqiang finished speaking, he went to open Huaiqing's clothes, Bai Zhi's face turned red, and he hurriedly walked out with water.

Nanqiang picked up Huaiqing's blood-stained clothes and threw them on the ground.

Seeing that Huaiqing's chest wound was not big, Nanqiang breathed a sigh of relief.

Nanqiang wiped Huaiqing clean with a handkerchief, moved lightly, and wiped Huaiqing's wound with a handkerchief dipped in wine.

"The wound is the size of a sesame seed, and the old lady has to serve you, Bai Chang is so big."

Huaiqing frowned, and Nan Qiang's movements in his hands were a little lighter.

Nanqiang sprinkled the gold sore medicine on Huaiqing's wound and wrapped it in gauze.

Bai Zhi came in with water, saw Huaiqing covered with a thin quilt from the neck down, and Nanqiang glanced at Bai Zhi.

Bai Zhi put down the water: "Miss, I'll wipe it for the Taoist." ”

Nanqiang rudely grabbed the dry handkerchief with one hand, and wiped it on Huaiqing's face with the other.

"No, Zhi'er, you go and boil those medicines. He is a stinky Taoist priest, and he still needs my people to serve? ”