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Shuang Chi didn't say what he was doing with him, and Xinglian didn't bother to ask.

It's just that she didn't know whether to tell him whether she should tell him that she came in for the sake of Sixiang Dan.

She still doesn't know this man, although listening to Qiao Muyun's meaning, this man can be trusted, but in her previous life, she was used to not trusting anyone, even if she didn't have to continue to live that kind of life of licking blood from the knife now, she still couldn't let go.

After thinking about it, she replied, "I'm a little curious about some of the things that blocked the muscles and veins more than ten years ago, so come in and see if I can find some clues." ”

"More than ten years ago?" Shuangblazing pulled his long inky hair like smoke, and smiled charmingly, "Are you talking about the Four Elephant Pills in your body?" ”

“……”

Why would this thing know?

Why is this thing, do you know everything?

Can this product not be so know-it-all?

Even she had just learned about Sixiang Dan, but she had just mentioned half a sentence, and this product immediately guessed accurately, could it be that he inquired?

What she knows, there is no outsider who comes to see through.

This realization made Xinglian faintly frustrated.

"What are you so surprised about, since I know about the Blood Flame Palace, then, what's strange about knowing the Four Elephant Pills." Shuangblaze continued to play with his long ink-like hair, and he was so enchanting that even she was ashamed of herself as a woman.

But......

Hearing what he meant, Xing Lian felt out one of the clues, "You mean, the Four Elephant Pills are related to the Blood Flame Palace?" ”

Speaking of this, Shuang Blaze paused, raised his eyes to look at her, and after half a sound, he suddenly smiled, "It's not related." ”

“……”

She couldn't slap him to death......

Seeing that time had been wasted for a long time, Xing Lian didn't plan to continue to deal with him, so he turned his head and continued to search Nangong Ru's house, but the man behind him stuck up like a ghost, followed behind her, and watched curiously all the way, while not forgetting to express his opinion, "Xiao Xing'er, there can't be traces of the Four Elephant Pills in Nangong Ru's house, so many years have passed, and it is such a rare pill, do you think she will have a second one?" ”

"Now that the words have been dug up, I won't hide it from you." Xing Lian didn't stop the movements in his hand, knocking on the furnishings in the room to see if there was anything similar to a mechanism or something, "Of course I know that Nangong Ru's kind of goods can't have any Four Elephant Pills at all, it's just that these Four Elephant Pills must have something to do with her, then, since they are related, maybe I can get back the connection between her and the person who owned the Four Elephant Pills, so that I can also figure out who wants my life so much." ”

"Relationship?" Shuang Zhi tilted his head, showing a little confusion on his beautiful face, and affirmed in a blink of an eye: "No, he has been silent for so long, how can he have anything to do with Nangong Ru." ”

These four elephant pills were probably accidentally lost and picked up by which sectarian, and why did they fall into Nangong Ru's hands by mistake, this is probably just a coincidence.

Shuang Zhi was meditating hard, but the star refining on the other end had already stopped the movements in his hand and turned his head to look at him suspiciously.

"Dry ...... What? Catching a glimpse of Xinglian's eyes, his eyebrows twitched, and he took a step back quietly.

Did he say something wrong? Why did this woman look like she wanted to eat him?

"I say, Twin Blazing Mosheng, what else do you know?"

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