Sleepless shuddered, it was obvious that someone had seen through her intentions, and her movements were one step faster, and she couldn't help but be afraid for a while, the momentum of 'if you act rashly will kill you' just now is completely gone.

The outlaw suddenly felt that his breathing was much easier, damn it, this woman covered him tightly with her nose and mouth, she wanted to cover him alive, so she had to solve the little trouble that came over for her.

It's just that as soon as he made a move, the poison in his body also attacked, and he couldn't suppress it.

He pushed the person away from his eyes with one hand with a force, and the sleepless foot stumbled, and he was afraid, grabbed it indiscriminately, and threw himself directly into his arms, with a strand of dirty hair in his hands out of thin air.

Sleepless "rubbing" straightened up, instinctively hid his hands behind him, knowing that he was at a loss, and felt that it was important to save his life, and he couldn't finally be reborn back, and he was slapped to death by an irrelevant person before he took revenge, and just wanted to open his mouth to say sorry, and finally found that the posture of the two people was a little ambiguous.

Standing up in a hurry, he saw a scarred face, which looked very terrifying at first glance, but those eyes were like ancient realms, unfathomable, awe-inspiring, and imposing.

The outlaw also looked at Gong Wumian, the surprise in his eyes flashed, and he reached out and took it in his arms, and held up a silver needle bag.

"Detoxification." The outlaw leaned against the tree, his tone was unquestionable, and of course his eyes did not let go of any look from the woman. Unlike the horror of the others when they first met, this woman was more shocked when she didn't cry or make a fuss.

Sleepless didn't understand this outlaw, why did he ask a sixteen-year-old girl to help him detoxify?

However, as soon as this person reminded her, she took the time to be happy, in her previous life, she spent a lot of effort in order to study poison, and she couldn't imagine that she could sit back and enjoy it in this life, and the luck in the misfortune is really gratifying, cola.

Knowing that the outlaws had a request for themselves, they simply dragged Xiaolian over first, and with the experience of the past, it was obvious that they would get twice the result with half the effort.

Sleepless patted the dust on his body, wiped the silver needle bag, next to the side of the outlaw, and also took a short rest with his back against the tree, like an old friend meeting and chatting: "I often hear that people like you are masked, carrying swords, and carrying knives, but you have a silver needle bag, what a strange person."

I guess you must have watched the excitement in this tree for a long time, and then pretended to help at this time, but you feel much older than me, and think I'm a bully? ”

Suddenly, she remembered something again, and glanced to the side meaningfully, her eyes flowing: "A-Niang often teaches me that the grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by a spring" boldly pinched his face, and thought a little, "You are like this now...... Appearance, can it be regarded as a life-saving grace? ”

"Count!" The outlaw turned his head to say goodbye to her hand, a mouthful of blood gushing out uncontrollably, his eyes were cold, and the silver needle bag in his hand was still held stubbornly.

"That's it" Gong Wumian felt that those who knew the times were Junjie, and they would accept it when they saw it.

She stretched out her hand to take the silver needle bag and helped him lie down: "I have killed many people before, you have become my first patient, it is also fate, I am responsible for detoxifying your life, and you are responsible for living well!" ”

A cold light was fleeting, and the outlaw couldn't help but look at the palace again, looking at the appearance of fifteen or sixteen years old, but he spoke and acted in a relaxed manner, neither humble nor arrogant, which really surprised him.

Sleepless untied the green shirt, the air instantly froze, she guessed that the outlaw was seriously injured, but she saw with her own eyes the hideous scars all over the body, like beating, biting, grabbing, cutting, still felt a little scalp numb.

The skinless flesh on his shoulders was a little red, obviously torn off raw, faintly revealing white bones, his eyes swept over the long legs, and his pants were slightly bloody, how miserable it should be.

At the same time, the bearded man in the room let out an obscene laugh: "What a little prodigal, this posture itches Lao Tzu to death." ”

The people outside are honest and don't deceive him, as soon as the quilt is lifted, the spring is infinitely good, it is really a thin skin and tender meat, touching a handful of slippery autumn, up and down his hands, wonderful.