Chapter 871: The Atlas is in Hand, I Have 32 in the World

Conscience of heaven and earth! They didn't do anything!

Zhong Lilan's gaze fell to the ground, and he was short, twisting a few of them.

"The Murong family is a good method!"

Those people wanted to argue, but as soon as they spoke, they got a sentence with ice slag: "Get out!" ”

When they came to their senses, they were already far away......

At this moment, only Lian Qing and Zhong Lilan were left in the prison.

After taking a deep breath to calm his mind, he took out three keys from his bosom and opened the cell door.

Lianqing: ??

Zhong Lilan was tall and needed to bend down and bow his head to walk in.

Somehow, his action inexplicably hit a place in Lianqing's heart, a little sweet, a little touched.

A man like him, who bowed his head and bent down for her, and who stained the spotless hem of his clothes with dust for her, ...... for her Got some food? Or is it hot?

Zhong Lilan was a little embarrassed and handed her something: "Presumably, the elixir I brought is not as good as what you made, so I brought this bracelet for you." ”

The people of the Murong family took away her mustard bracelet, and wanted to settle it by herself, but she was intercepted by the Ling Yang family, and she returned to her through Zhong Lilan's hand.

He said, "Look for a healing medicine first, and then eat something." ”

Lian Qing smiled and straightened her hair: "I'm not injured." ”

Afraid that he wouldn't believe it, he deliberately lifted the shield under the hay: "Oh, those fools also gave me tools for self-protection." ”

Then he pointed to the outside of the prison and said, "The fire is not burning, and I will smash them when they have a little fire, and I will smash them a little bit of fire, and I will be, uh, what are you laughing at?" ”

When they parted, Lian Qing took out a bottle of three-stinky balls from the mustard bracelet and handed it to Zhong Lilan.

"Oh, just like the last time I gave your guard, Murong Jiao will smash it if she dares to get close to you, one is not enough to smash two, and she will die of shame!"

Walking the clock, Lilan has been thinking about the meaning of her words.

Even after three days passed, he was looking forward to Murong Jiao's appearance in front of him for the first time.

"Zhongli Gongzi, what a coincidence! My young lady also came out to go out today, and lo and behold, the young lady is here! ”

The maid learned to be obedient, and she didn't ask his opinion anymore, and directly blocked his retreat, so be sure to let the young lady see him!

Murong Jiao deliberately dressed up today, she didn't look bad, and she was bright and moving with a little pickup.

These days, she quietly found several famous doctors in the hidden world, and after taking a few doses of medicine, the stench dissipated!

She immediately walked out of the door, intending to prove to the world that she was good, and by the way, she laughed fiercely at the Qin medicine girl for playing tricks and exaggerating her condition.

"It must be a bluff to scare people!"

"It's not that I'm afraid that Miss will kill her if she has no scruples!"

was talking about happiness, and saw the figure that haunted her from a distance.

The maids identified their appearances and colors, and hurriedly volunteered to come forward to keep people.

Murong Jiao hurriedly checked whether she was decent and everything was ready, she hired her to walk in towards her sweetheart, but she stumbled under her feet coldly, and before the next person could get the mistake, she suddenly smelled a familiar smell like a nightmare.

The person who originally wanted to see seems to have become a flood beast at this moment!

Murong Jiao didn't dare to meet Zhong Lilan's gaze, and rushed back to his boudoir as fast as she could.

She kept bathing and adding all kinds of spices, but the taste was always the same.

Murong Jiao cried: "Why! Why is it still not good! ”

"Those quacks! Quack! Kill them for me! ”

After the smashing, she wiped away her tears, put on the clothes that Murong Ji had worked so hard to find for her to dilute the taste a little, covered her head and face, and came to the dungeon again.

Lianqing's nose had already told her who was coming.

There are still red marks left by crying in the corners of Murong Jiao's eyes.

"Let me ask again, prescription, do you give it or not?"