Tang Buxiu plunged into the big backpack, rummaged for a moment, took out a few dehydrate belts that he had sewn for Tang Jiaren with his own hands, and then turned around, looked at Hua Fan viciously, and walked over step by step.

A man's snort could be heard in the room, occasionally a muffled moan, occasionally a muffled grunt of pain, and occasionally a few screams. The scream, like the sound of a person who has reached the limit of pain, rises and then stops abruptly.

When she heard this kind of voice, Tang Jiaren would ask worriedly: "Are you dead?" ”

Tang Buxiu replied lazily: "No." ”

The smell of blood filled the air, getting stronger and stronger. Occasionally, milky white, yellow, and pale pink powder wafts up. Finally, there was a strange green powder!

Tang Jiaren stretched out her hand, and then watched the layers of powder fall on the palm of her hand, her expression was very weird. Finally, she couldn't bear to say: "Do you want to use green to green to remove insect repellent powder?!" ”

Tang Buxiu shook his head and said, "Why don't you come." ”

Tang Jiaren closed her mouth.

Tang Buxiu said: "Okay." ”

Tang Jiaren took out a small mirror and adjusted the angle, wondering if she would faint if she didn't see blood directly.

Outcome...... I don't know about personnel.

I don't know how long it took for her to feel someone pinching her face.

Tang Jiaren opened her eyes and looked at Tang Buxiu.

Tang Buxiu said: "Let's go." ”

Tang Jiaren nodded, got up from Tang Buxiu's arms, and asked, "Have you dealt with him?" ”

Tang Buxiu said: "Okay." ”

Tang Jiaren looked over.

Tang Buxiu continued: "...... bar. ”

Tang Jiaren immediately retracted his gaze.

Don couldn't stop laughing. Teasing mushrooms always makes him happy.

Tang Jiaren grinned at Tang Buxiu, it was really pleasing and well-behaved, but Tang Buxiu was so frightened that he restrained his smile and hurriedly said, "Go and see, see him for the last time." ”

Tang Jiaren nodded and looked at Hua Powder.

But half of his body was lying on his stomach. The two white and slender arms naturally hung down on the ground. At the waist, he wore a crumpled black robe. Two slender calves were attached to the mat. Clean and beautiful feet are long and unmistakable. Ten toes, also as delicate as a woman.

If it weren't for the fact that there were various colors of decanic ribbons tied on the back of Feihua's ink, Tang Jiaren believed that this would definitely be an unforgettable and glamorous shape.

Tang Jiaren opened her mouth wide, then held up her chin again, closed her big mouth, turned her head to look at Tang Buxiu, and said, "That's ...... All right? ”

Tang Buxiu asked rhetorically: "What's wrong?" Do you think that robe is in the way? ”

Tang Jiaren stretched out her hand and patted Tang Buxiu's shoulder, and said, "Xiuxiu, I think you're in the way." ”

Tang Buxiu touched Tang Jiaren's neck, and said quietly: "How many times I wake up in the middle of the night, I want to strangle you." ”

Tang Jiaren laughed, shrunk her neck, ran to Hua Fanmo, squatted down, tilted her head, looked at his face, and muttered, "Let's help people to the end." You're busy with him healing, and I'm not good at doing nothing. After all, it's all my trouble. ”

Tang Buxiu said: "Don't help people to death, it took a lot of effort to save him for the teacher." Of course, whether he can live or not depends on whether he wants to live or not. ”

Tang Jiaren was busy with his work, and said: "You have treated him like this, and there is a problem that he still wants to live." ”

Tang Buxiu looked at it and asked, "Then what are you going to make trouble about?" ”

Tang Jiaren said righteously: "Save him from fire and water!" ”

The corners of Tang Buxiu's mouth twitched, and he praised against his will: "Well done." ”

After Tang Jiaren finished her busy work, Tang Buxiu re-jacked the round vat, Tang Jiaren once again carried the huge package, and the two walked out of the door one after another, and then left the Spring Festival Pavilion hand in hand.

Tang Buxiu asked, "Going to breakfast?" ”

Tang Jiaren replied: "Okay! ”

is so elated, it's like welcoming a new river and lake.

In the Spring Festival Pavilion, the sun shifted, and a trace of glow finally fell on Hua Fanmo's thin shoulders, dyeing it red.

His eyelashes quivered, but he didn't open them.

He felt his breathing, and just as he wanted to mock himself for being cheap, he didn't die after such torture, when he heard someone push the door in.

There was only one person who entered his room and did not knock.

And this person made him more and more reluctant to open his eyes.

The visitor took down the fence, revealing the face wearing a jade mask. He looked at Hua Fan Mo and said softly: "Yesterday, this king was heavy, and I came to see you tonight." You see, this king has brought you the best golden medicine in the palace. ”

The brocade-robed man walked lightly to Hua Fanmo's side, squatted down, stretched out his hand to touch the dehydrated ribbon that Hua Fanmo tied to his body, and said in his mouth: "What is this?" ”

Hua Fanmo opened his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "It's all a lowly thing, don't dirty the master's hands." He turned his head and looked at the brocade-robed man.

The brocade-robed man was taken aback and let out a short exclamation.

The person guarding the door immediately asked, "Master?" ”

The brocade-robed man calmed his frightened heart and replied, "It's okay." ”

There was no movement outside the door.

Hua Fanmo wondered in his heart, but he never asked. He endured the pain, stretched his arms back, pulled up his robe, and put it on his body, then he got up, wrapped his robe, knelt down and said, "Say hello to the master." ”

The brocade-robed man pointed to Hua's face and said, "Go look in the mirror." ”

Hua Fanmo responded: "No." He directly stretched out his hand, pulled out a palm-sized bronze mirror from a few clicks, and took a picture of his face.

In the bronze mirror, a ghostly face suddenly appeared, which also startled Hua Fanmo. He suspected that the bronze mirror was not clear, so he took a closer look. This time, I finally saw that it was clear.

He has two short, thick eyebrows on his face that look like two small hills. Around the eyes, there was another circle of black lines that had just been entangled. The tail of the eye, as he usually does, was painted with a few wrinkles. It's just that the wrinkles are both deep and long. I don't know, I thought he was seventy or eighty. His eyelids were dyed with two pieces of greenish color. There are two bright red clusters on both cheeks, which look like real red apples. On the mouth, Xu used purple in order to separate Yan *. The lips are too soft and may not be easy to draw. His lips were simply drawn into a round purple cake. Not to mention, it's round, it's round.

Hua Fanmo touched his face with his hand, and rubbed a layer of red rouge off the tips of his fingers.

The brocade-robed man knelt on the mat, scratched his hands, and asked, "Where is the diorama that the king gave you?" Why not? ”

Hua Fanmo buckled the small bronze mirror on a few pieces, lowered his head and said: "Back to the master, that mirror is too precious and is remembered by thieves...... Stole. ”

The brocade-robed man was furious, slapped a few on the slap, and shouted, "Who is so bold?!" Dare to steal what this king gave you? Instead, he smiled gloomily and picked up his chin with his fingers, "Or did you deliberately lose it?" ”

Hua Fanmo immediately touched the ground with his head and said hurriedly: "Master, Fanmo doesn't dare." ”

The brocade-robed man smiled and said, "There is an injury on the body, get up and talk back." A diorama, nothing compared to you. As long as you devote yourself to solving problems for this king, the king's country can be shared with you. ”

Hua Fanmo said in a trembling voice: "Powder and ink are afraid, and powder and ink are afraid." ”

The brocade-robed man said, "Get up and talk back." He frowned and scratched his hands vigorously.

Hua Fanmo gritted his teeth and straightened up.

The brocade-robed man asked softly, "Who gave you the wound to treat?" ”

Hua Fanmo said: "Qi master, Tang Buxiu and Tang Jiaren came to pick up the package, and the subordinates wanted to leave the heads of the two to please the master, but what ...... He was sick and passed out directly. When I woke up again, I saw the master. ”

The brocade-robed man sneered and sneered, "Just because you also want to keep the heads of those two?" Stop dreaming. ”

Hua Fanmo lowered his eyes and said: "Yes, Fanmo is dull, less than one-ten-thousandth of the master." ”

The brocade-robed man smiled grimly and said, "You are right, but you are not as good as one ten-thousandth of this king." This king has already asked people to put a red thread in Tang Buxiu's package. Wherever he goes, the king can find him. Know that if such a person cannot be used by the king, let him be eliminated as soon as possible, so that he may not be troubled. Ay...... Where can the heart of this king withstand that? ”

Hua Fanmo praised: "The master is wise. ”

The brocade-robed man said: "Hongxiazi is dead, Lu Ye keeps saying that he wants to avenge her, and in the end, he doesn't have to count on this king to make a move." Stretched out his hand and grabbed it twice, "This king's hand is going to be busy." Hiss...... "Itchy hands, keep scratching your hands.

Hua Fanmo said: "My subordinates are willing to share the worries of the master." ”

The brocade-robed man stood up and said irritably, "Let's rest first." Throw the Jinchuang medicine to Hua Fanmo, "Don't use everyone's medicine, in case your whole body festers, wouldn't this king have less fun?" Hahaha...... Hahahaha...... ”

The brocade-robed man left with a smile, Hua Fanmo clenched the small medicine bottle in his hand, revealing a silent sneer.

He took off his coat, touched the binding thread in front of him, and then looked in the mirror at the things that were tied to his back, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and his little thumb jumped twice.

He sat quietly on his knees until the sky darkened, then he lay down on his stomach again and closed his eyes.

The unbearable smell of burning and rotting behind him has turned into a cool and refreshing one. He knew that the wound could not be covered like this, but he did not want to remove it with his hands. As if in this way, he could not see his own wounds, so he would not care about their existence.

He came back to life. I can't say whether I am happy or sad in my heart.

He couldn't get rid of that person's confinement, and he only wanted to wind his dignity in the cracks.

If one day, he can get rid of all this, and he is willing to be like a mushroom, carrying a big package on his back, to eat all the delicacies in the world.

It's a pity that such a day is really out of reach for him.

Some, envy.

Tang Bu ......

Tang Jiaren......

Who is Tang Buxiu?

How can such a character have been incognito and only stand alone until today?

Looking at Tang Jiaren's age, it should be ...... Sixteen or seventeen years old.

Sixteen years ago, there was really a person who walked out of a major event that shocked the entire martial arts.

If you are according to your age, you can match Tang Bunon.

Although he had never met that man, he had heard many legends about him. Xu was talking too hard at the time, but now no one talks about it. Occasionally, someone will think that it is an exaggeration and a joke.

Hua Fanmo lay on the table, took out a small bronze mirror, and took a picture of his face.

In the darkness, he hooked the corners of his lips and whispered, "This is really a terrible makeup." ”