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After listening to Leng Huaping's explanation, Jin Wuzai breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Although I don't know where you heard such an explanation, but in order to help you with this, I will try to make poison." ”

Seeing Jin Wuzai's smiling appearance, Leng Huaping nodded and left here, I don't know if what Jin Wuzai is saying is true or false, but if she can help her bring Dongfang out of the white, then she can ask nothing.

"Master, do you want Dongyi to ...... her" Dongyi looked at Jin Wuzai and made a head-killing action.

But seeing that Jin Wuzai's face was very ugly, he shook his head: "Do you think that if you kill her, the ghost will let you go?" We'll just bury her when the time comes. ”

"Is that all the hell that bad? There hasn't been any news of him in the rivers and lakes for ten years, master, are you so sure that he is? "Dongyi still has some doubts about the identity of Yin Jin who is not talking about ghosts.

"You can try." Looking at the terrifying appearance of Jin Wuzai, I haven't seen it all year round, and Dongyi still shook his head obediently and coaxed.

"Next time, if you dare to be so reckless, I'll let Chunyi come over." After Imamu finished speaking, he left his winter coat in the room, and he didn't know where he went.

Only then did Dongyi understand that the reason why the master was angry was because he had just had murderous intent towards the cold painting screen.

Dongyi came out of the room in shock, and looked at Yin Jin, who was teaching Leng Huaping in the backyard, and still couldn't accept that such a simple person was a murderer and devil who everyone hated on the rivers and lakes.

Dongyi could only shake his head as his little medicine boy and went to grind herbs.

But for those who practice martial arts, it is the most keen. As soon as Yin Jin looked up, he saw the back of the winter coat leaving, and he whispered puzzled: "This kid, what are you doing to look at me!" ”

"Uncle Yin, what did you say?" The cold painting screen is really uncomfortable.

"It's nothing, what's the matter with your horse steps, you can't stand still and still want to learn martial arts?"

Yin Jin's rhetorical question made Leng Huaping swallow his saliva and hurriedly tie up his horse. It wasn't until the afternoon that Leng Huaping escaped Yin Jin's grasp.

"Miss, do you want to go out after lunch?" Yin Xue looked at the cold painting screen with a stupid look, and said proposely.

"Forget it, I'm sore right now." Leng Huaping had just eaten lunch, and he knew that he was lying in bed uncomfortably tight.

Yin Zhu looked at it and came over to pinch Leng Huaping's legs: "Miss, Uncle Yin said that going out for a walk is good for your body, and it won't be so sore." ”

"Really?" Leng Huaping asked suspiciously.

"This must be true, after all, Uncle Yin doesn't want to see Miss Yin can't get up tomorrow, so he has no one to lecture him." Silver Candle was very innocent and told the truth.

Although Leng Huaping really wanted to hit the silver candle, she really didn't want to move.

"Let me get some sleep and go out again!" Leng Huaping waved his hand and told them to hurry out.

Silver Candle and Yin Xue had no choice but to take off the shoes of the cold painting screen and cover her with a quilt before going out.

"Miss, why do you have to learn martial arts and find guilt for yourself!" The silver candle that closed the door asked the silver snow beside him puzzled.

"Who knows! The young lady has always had her own ideas. Yinxue replied.

And Leng Huaping didn't sleep for a long time, he woke up soon, called Yinxue and Yinzhu and left the drunken guest room, and went out shopping.

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