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"Fortunately, I can't talk about it, how did I make you think?" Now Wu Zai was not confused by the sweet smile of the cold painting screen.

"That, I'm ......" Leng Huaping obviously didn't think about it, and hurriedly escaped from the sight of Jin Wuzai and said, "I'll go back and think about it right away." ”

So much so that they forgot what they were looking for in the first place.

"Master, the Eastern City Lord has already put it in the bathtub." The winter coat thing was done quickly, and he came out sweating profusely and said, "But it seems that there is no special reaction to the medicinal bath we prepared." ”

"Very well, it's not in vain that I'm saving him once." Jin Wuzai nodded with satisfaction, looked at the room of the cold painting screen and said, "Let's go back and rest first, we will go to the City Lord's Mansion again in a while!" ”

"Yes, master."

As soon as Dongyi left, he went back to his room without being there, and looked at Dongfang Zhibai, who had been soaked in the medicinal bath: "Our fate is really deep, this is the second time to save you." ”

As he spoke, he took out his set of silver needles and began to diagnose Dongfang Zhibai. As if he had already known Dongfang Zhibai's disease, he had already started the movements of his hands without using the horn pulse, and after a while, Dongfang Zhibai's entire head was already full of thick and thin silver needles.

"Your poison is really deep!" Jin Wuzai frowned and said, "It's a little tricky." ”

But just when Jin Wuzai pulled out the silver needles one by one for him, the corners of Dongfang Zhibai's mouth suddenly began to vomit blood slowly, but Dongfang Zhibai still looked unconscious.

Soon, time passed slowly. The City Lord's Mansion began to be lit up because of the disappearance of Dongfang Jibai, and the people were buzzing.

It was in Mrs. Dongfang's room, standing in Yuan'er and the fake cold painting screen.

"My son is gone, how could he be gone, obviously there are so many guards added, why do you still refuse to let my son go!" Mrs. Dongfang spoke a little nonsensically.

"Madam, don't worry, all the guards should start sending out to find my cousin, I believe there will be news soon." The fake cold painting screen soothed Mrs. Dongfang.

"Xinyan, you don't know, since Bai is my lifeblood, I can't live without him! In the past six months, I have done a lot of wrong things in order for him to survive, and I can't live without it! Mrs. Dongfang said mournfully.

And the fake lady known as "Xinyan" is Dongfang Jibai's cousin: Zhao Xinyan.

"Madam, do you want to send someone to take a look at Leng Si's place?" Yuan'er suddenly proposed.

"Why is that?" Mrs. Dongfang couldn't cry for a long time, so she could only ask Zhao Xinyan to ask.

Although Yuan'er didn't look very unpleasantly at this young lady, she was still her own master after all, and she replied to her: "It was from the appearance of their group that the little golden house began to find traces of living people, and it was their group who muttered to see the young master." ”

"That's right! Right! That's them, send someone to find them! Mrs. Dongfang listened to Yuan'er's analysis, and only felt that Dongfang was white in their hands, and beckoned Yuan'er to hurry up and find someone.

"Don't worry, ma'am. Yuan'er went to find the young master in person. "Compared with comforting Mrs. Dongfang, Yuan'er is actually more anxious about Dongfang Bai.

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