Langyue on the side looked at the little cutie in front of him with a satisfied face, and couldn't help but feel a little sour in his heart.

Family? Friend? What a luxury these two words are for them?

They have been orphans since they were children, and they were later adopted by the master, although the master is really good to them, but they still yearn for that kind of affection in their bones.

The two exchanged some information with each other, and Jian Yiyi only knew at this time that when she was in country F, it was the people of the Poison Sect who secretly made a stumbling block, and this time Langyue came over because of the Poison Sect.

It's as if someone is secretly pushing all this.

"Senior Brother Lang, why don't I help you detoxify first?" Looking at the person in front of her who was becoming more and more pale, Jian Yiyi slowly stepped forward with a sly look in her eyes.

Looking at the little cutie in front of him who seemed to be full of concern, no, it should be a little devil now, Lang Yue's mind seemed to suddenly flash some pictures from the past.

This feeling of being targeted by a demon is familiar!

This stinky girl really hasn't changed at all.

"I see that you are uncomfortable enough, with me on the horse, I will definitely be able to help you detoxify." After speaking, the little devil took out a bag and slowly spread out the silver needle inside.

Looking at the little devil's skillful technique, Lang Yue suddenly felt aggrieved, he always knew that the little devil's attainments in detoxification were indeed very high, but what was the matter when he suddenly realized that he seemed to be very useless?

He's a shame.

"You're going to use that silver needle to help me detoxify?" Looking at the material of that thing, it's very ordinary.

In the past, where did this kind of thing get into their eyes?

Feeling the disgust in the eyes of the man in front of her, Jian Yiyi expressed helplessness.

"No way, who made me a poor ghost now, it's good to be able to afford this." The girl said as she sterilized the silver needle.

Although their Jane family is still prestigious in Beicheng, who let her have a stepmother? Every month's pocket money is not enough for studying, and you expect to be able to buy other things?

"Don't worry, there is a senior brother here now." Lang Yue's mouth responded, but his eyes kept looking at the silver needle.

When today's matter is resolved, he must investigate this stinky girl's current family.

How can the little cutie, who has been spoiled by their master and apprentice since childhood, let others bully? No one can let his little cutie be wronged.

Jian Yiyi's detoxification speed was very fast, even if the secret medicine of the Poison Sect was there, it was nothing at all in her eyes.

After slowly squeezing out the poisonous blood, Langyue felt that his originally hot body had finally cooled down.

The burning feeling in my heart was slowly relieved.

"I'll prescribe another pair of medicine to you later, and I'll be fine." Jian Yiyi slowly withdrew the silver needle as she spoke, cherishing it like a baby.

Even if this set of silver needles is indeed unsatisfactory, the silver needles that can detoxify are good silver needles.

"Sure enough, it's still a junior sister." This body was comfortable, and Langyue felt as if he was suddenly refreshed.

"I've been investigating the matter of the Poison Sect, and we'll contact you if there's any situation." After Jian Yiyi finished speaking, she planned to leave.

After all, she now has a new identity, and she also wants to live a good life in place of the original owner.

"Senior sister, we have only known each other for half an hour." Langyue said that he was a little aggrieved.

God knows, how sad he was when he knew that his cutie was so dead.

Listening to the voice with a resentful tone, the corners of Jian Yiyi's mouth twitched slightly.

This senior brother has always liked to be nostalgic for those entertainment venues, and thought she didn't know?

Isn't it known as the little prince of the night club?

Isn't it a thousand flowers that don't leave a single tear?

What does this aggrieved look want to do now?