"So what?" She suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the woman opposite her leaned over her face, a strange smile appeared on her palm-sized delicate face, and stretched out a finger to dangle in front of her, "So I think that if you want someone to listen to her completely, you have to let her know that she is afraid." ”

"So in that cup of tea you drink, I put something called chronic poison, how about it? Scared, right? Rong Yan said triumphantly.

After saying this, she sat back down and took a sip of the tea in front of her with great interest. I took a long time to look at Aunt Yan's rouge-covered face, which was blue and pale, and it was ugly. When Rong Yan was happy, she saw that Aunt Yan was suddenly not so scared, but she herself was happy.

"What are you laughing at?" Rong Yan felt a little weird. Normally, isn't it true that people who know they have been poisoned should be afraid? How does she ......

"Ouch! I'm so scared. Aunt Yan put her hand on her chest in makeup, and the red cardamom Zhu Dan was reflected on the white and tender chest, but she then sneered, "Are you scared to be an old lady?" ”

Rong Yan noticed that something was wrong. Sitting up straight vigilantly, "What do you want to say?" ”

"You don't want to inquire about what our Yilan Garden is? You will be drugged, but my mother will not? Let me tell you, I don't know how many girls pick up customers after being drugged in my Yilan Garden every day! With your little foxy way, it's still far away. ”

"Oh," Rong Yan scratched her head and looked down at the turquoise tea, "So, you also drugged this cup?" ”

"That's right. Or is it the kind of medicine that will make you want from men, how? Scared? Aunt Yan nodded her chin. looked at her very arrogantly, "Hmph, when you cry for a while and beg me to give you a man, I'll ......" Before she finished speaking, she felt a little unhappy on her body, and it seemed that there were thousands of ants in her chest slowly gnawing as uncomfortable.

Rong Yan looked at her, and then her words continued, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Aunt Yan rubbed her chest, her face was already pale, but she was still gritting her teeth, "Don't talk nonsense, wait for you to beg me later...... You know it...... I'm out of luck......"

Rong Yan simply held her cheeks and looked at her, as if she was still a little puzzled, "Well, I'll wait...... You were unlucky. Let's see who is the unluckier of the two of us. ”

Aunt Yan was dumbfounded by her words, and a cold sweat broke out on her back, which made her believe that this good-looking woman who didn't talk really did anything to her.

"What the hell did you put in the tea?" She finally couldn't help it anymore and bent over in pain.

And Rong Yan stood up as if nothing had happened, and dusted off the folds on her body, although this action could not make her clothes smooth at all, but she still did it, just to make this situation of who wins and who loses more prominent.

Looking at Aunt Yan, whose lips were trembling and she was speechless, a trace of unbearability flashed in Rong Yan's eyes.

But soon a woman's voice rang in her ears.

"Ouch, little princess, if you relent, it will be your time to be unlucky."

The voice...... It's really familiar.

Rong Yan turned around and saw a petite girl squatting on the unclosed window, she was very beautiful in a lilac dress, but there were obvious muddy marks on the corners of the skirt, obviously she arrived here after a bumpy and hard work.

"Hey, what? Don't know me anymore? The girl in purple jumped down happily, clapped her hands, and laughed sheepishly. Although Aunt Yan was in pain, she was not completely unconscious, and she watched her jump out of the window, staring at her eyes like dead fish in disbelief, and said, "You...... You...... How did you get in? ”

The girl in purple glanced back at her, "Didn't you just come in through the window?" Didn't you see that? ”

Aunt Yan was completely speechless, just secretly wondering if the security of her Yilan Garden was really so unbearable.

"How could I not know you? Miss Song, why are you here? Rong Yan was very happy to see her, yes, the person who came was the one who lived in the Ghost Cliff Valley that she hadn't seen for a long time, Song Yunhu.

The purple-clothed girl stepped forward, patted Rong Yan, grabbed her hand into her hand, put her fingers on it, and took it off again after a while, "Mmmm, yes, I've thought about it a lot recently." Rong Yan smiled bitterly and watched the sunset outside, "If I don't want to open it, what can I do?" ”

Song Yunhu was stunned, and also nodded, she said this too. In life, if you can't be at peace with what happens and self-hypnosis, then I'm afraid you really can't do anything. Even being alive has become a luxury.

She grabbed her hand, walked over to Aunt Yan, took out something, and shook it back and forth in front of her, "Hey, aren't you so poisoned that you don't even know this?" ”

Aunt Yan endured the discomfort of her body, glanced at the things in her hand, and suddenly became shocked, as if the fright she was receiving now was even more terrifying than the poison just now.

"This ...... This thing...... How could you have it? ”

"You just leave this alone, come, let me see if your one is there?" Song Yunhu shrugged his shoulders, threw the thing up and dropped it in the palm of his hand, playing back and forth, as if it was very interesting.

What she was holding in her hand was the iconic token of the mirage. Aunt Yan trembled and pointed to the inside of her clothes, Song Yunhu was disgusted for a while, and looked at Rong Yan with her eyes, "Little princess, aren't you going to see if her token is there?" ”

Rong Yan blushed a little, she turned over the girl's clothes, but it was the first time she turned over the clothes of an old bustard, and Aunt Yan also felt very inappropriate, "Don't go in like that...... Well...... ...... around my neck"

Rong Yan took off the pendant around her neck apologetically, saying that she was taking it off, but in fact she was pulling it off hard, "No." Is this the one you want? ”

The two women looked together, and weighed the two tokens in their hands over and over, as if they could see a flower, and Aunt Yan's side was full of medicine, and she rolled back and forth on the table uncomfortably, "You...... Have you read it...... After reading it...... Antidote ......"

Rong Yan compared the two tokens again, Song Yunhu was playing with the crystal pendant on the window, and heard Rong Yan say, "These two pieces are exactly the same, they are pure gold." ”

Song Yunhu almost fell out of the window, and looked back at her, "You can see that it's gold?" ”

Rong Yan nodded honestly, "Yes." Pure gold. ”

"Well, you say yes." She raised her hand and pressed it on the acupuncture point on the back of Aunt Yan's neck, "This Yilan Garden is also an industry owned by a friend of mine, it looks like a Qinglou but it is actually a source of our information, you know, generally speaking, the Qinglou is always more effective than the post station." Song Yunhu came over dishonestly and whispered, "There are some things that you can't say in the stable, but you know everything on the girl's bed." ”

Rong Yan laughed with her, this is not false at all, of course the pillow wind is very useful.

Aunt Yan seemed to feel a little more comfortable, raised her head, and looked at Song Yunhu suspiciously, "You...... Who are you? ”

"Me?" Song Yunhu blinked and smiled, "I'm the one who came to show you this token." Your landlord said that this one is a distinguished guest, and he can't be neglected. ”

"Is there a letter from the landlord?" Although she was in pain, she still remembered the rules of the mirage. Song Yunhu pouted, "It's really troublesome." Lin Xi, that guy! Aunt Yan was confused when she heard this, but she saw her take out a piece of brown paper from her pocket, which was white and clean, and there was nothing, Aunt Yan took it with both hands, obviously very excited. wiped the sweat on the palms of his hands on his skirt, and reverently read it again, "The sea market nest has escaped from the past, and the mirage Yao Shun has no submission." These two sentences seemed to be the contact words of their mirage, Song Yunhu was confused when he heard it, and Aunt Yan had already finished reading the letter in her hand, put it on the flame and lit it, and burned it into a ball of ashes.

"Okay, the landlord's order, Yan Niang naturally does her best." There was still cold sweat on her head, but she had already stood up, and her steps were still a little vain. "This girl, there were a lot of things that were wrong just now, please bear with me."

Rong Yan smiled a little embarrassedly, looked at Song Yun and said, "It turns out that your friend has such a big face." Song Yunhu suddenly nostrils turned to the sky, "Of course, you don't know yet, she is a hundred times more powerful than me." ”

Rong Yan was suddenly a little surprised, oh my God! She has already learned what kind of virtue this Song girl is, and she actually said that her friend is a hundred times more powerful than her. Can we still get along? Is there really such a powerful girl in the world?

She wondered.

Song Yunhu laughed heartlessly, her eyes were very big, and her flickering long eyelashes made people's hearts itch, even Aunt Yan on the opposite side couldn't help but be a little scared, Song Yunhu ran to give her a wink, "What, Aunt Yan, do you want to use any medicine to leave me in your Yilan Garden?" ”

Aunt Yan smiled awkwardly, "Where, where." ”

However, she quickly continued, "But why don't you look like you've been hit by my potion?" I was drugged. ”

Song Yunhu patted Rong Yan's shoulder, smiling and revealing his white teeth, "It's Mei. Medicine, right? Aunt Yan coughed twice, "Exactly." ”

"That's really bothering you, my little friend, she doesn't have any reaction to your poison." Song Yun patted Rong Yan beside her very lightly, Rong Yan showed a helpless smile and glanced at her gratefully. But he didn't say anything.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, who made her a master of using drugs?" Song Yunhu blinked mischievously.