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After leaving the chamber, Ye Qingluo did not return to the room to rest.

Instead, he went to the courtyard of the thief.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the courtyard of the Holy Thief, I heard a relatively noisy sound from inside, as if something was being noisy.

Ye Qingluo twisted her thin eyebrows suspiciously.

Although the thief saint is a bit unreliable, he has a good temper anyway.

Who is he arguing with?

Ye Qingluo walked into the courtyard and approached the door of the thief's room.

The door suddenly creaked, opened, and a man wrapped in a white robe fell straight out of the room.

It just happened to crash into Ye Qingluo's body.

"Oops......" The person who hit her screamed a few times in pain.

Listen, why does it sound familiar?

"Little girl, why are you here?" The voice of the thief came from the room.

Xuan saw a thief dressed as an upstart and jumped out of the room.

When he saw the man in the white robe crashing into Ye Qingluo's body, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This touch of slight stunned and surprised, the night is clear and there is no time to catch it.

Looking closely, the expression of the thief saint is no different from usual.

He directly stretched out his hand and grabbed the person who hit Ye Qingluo's body, and didn't forget to smile at Ye Qingluo: "Little girl, wait, I'll talk to you after I finish solving this old man." ”

With that, he dragged the man and went into the house.

The golden robe with wide sleeves embroidered with gold ingots covered the face of the man in the white robe.

Ye Qingluo stared at the back of the two of them walking into the room, and the more she looked, the more familiar she felt.

She stepped forward quickly, reached out and grabbed the person with the head of the stolen holy hoop: "Wait, wait......"

With this drag, the person's face was completely revealed in front of Ye Qingluo's eyes.

Ye Qingluo was stunned at first, and then said in surprise: "Ghost, ghost doctor? ”

This person turned out to be a ghost doctor?

How did he end up here?

And......

Do you seem to be very familiar with the thief?

"Why are you here?" Ye Qingluo's curious gaze wandered between the ghost doctor and the thief saint.

The ghost doctor grabbed the stolen saint's messy hair, straightened his clothes again, and coughed dryly: "Why am I here...... Ahem, you—ask him. ”

With that, he moved his gaze to the Thief Saint.

The named thief was covered in a cold sweat.

Seeing that Ye Qingluo's gaze really moved closely, the thief raised his hand and wiped his forehead: "This...... He's going to be here...... Because, he's a ghost doctor! I'm pulling him to detoxify Xiaoyi, and I'm talking about the honorarium! ”

He slapped his palm suddenly: "Yes, we are talking about the honorarium, and he does not agree to detoxify Xiaoyi." Little girl, you're just ......."

The thief reached out his hand, directly grabbed Ye Qingluo's shoulder, and led her to the ghost doctor.

"You call him Master, don't you? This is your master, you come to convince him and detoxify Xiaoyi. ”

The ghost doctor's expression was cold, and the Yin Owl's gaze swept fiercely over the thief.

But when he saw Ye Qingluo approaching him, he had to temporarily remove the ruthlessness in his eyes.

"Falling girl ......"

"Ghost Doctor, I do want to find you." When Ye Qingluo saw the ghost doctor, his mind was full of ...... Xiaoyi is saved.

She didn't have the heart to care, the ghost doctor atmosphere between the thief saint and the ghost doctor.

I don't have the heart to debunk it, and I don't want to steal this lame excuse that the saint thinks.

Although I haven't been with the ghost doctor for a long time, the night is still clear.

The ghost doctor is not interested in what is in the honorarium at all.

Between them......

I guess it's an old friend.

Ye Qingluo didn't think about it anymore, and grabbed the arm of the ghost doctor: "My brother has been poisoned by purple poppy, and I don't have the flavor of purple corn grass on my body, and there are ...... She ......"

"She is not just the poison of purple poppy grass."