Han Qing disappeared again, and he firmly believed that the nesting bird would return, because the cage was the safest place. - Xiao Jingyu

Three days later, Han Qing went to the secluded place at night, lazily leaning on the tree pole, quietly looking at the bright last quarter moon, waiting for the latest news of the puppet insects.

"Ah Qing......" Fan Moya came long after wearing a black wide robe, with thick black hair, glowing with a gloomy brilliance in the moonlight, his handsome and deep face, looking at his lover in the tree, with the excitement of a tryst.

"How's it going?" Han Qing gathered his divergent thoughts, moved quickly down the tree, and asked with a slightly cold attitude.

"Ah Qing, I miss you so much, I can't sleep and eat as long as I think that Xiao Jingyu will do something to you these days, I have been rummaging through all the ancient books day and night, and finally found a new clue to the poisonous Gu."

Fan Moya stepped forward and hugged him excitedly, and Han Qing's lean waist was brought into his arms, like a loyal dog with meritorious service, excitedly inviting the master to make meritorious contributions.

Han Qing didn't care about his offense, his calm face, after listening to his words, he secretly surged with excitement, and grabbed Fan Moya's strong arm, although his tone tried his best to hide his urgency, but still leaked a little anxious, and asked, "What clue is it?"

"You've got to kiss me first." Fan Moya was in a hurry, and suddenly made an ambiguous request.

Han Qing's face turned cold, pushed Fan Moya away, and said coldly: "If you don't want to say it, forget it." As he spoke, he turned and left.

Han Qing walked ten steps forward, and saw that Fan Moya did not keep to the previous exit, and walked slower and slower, turned around angrily, and saw the man standing under the moon, the corners of his mouth showing a sly little smugness.

This kid hasn't seen him for a few days, he's good at routines, his brain is really taking advantage of him every day.

"Let's go" Han Qing reluctantly approached him, like a dragonfly hurriedly grazing Fan Moya's right cheek, and urged in a vicious tone: "Say it quickly!"

Fan Moya covered the remaining wetness on his cheeks, full of joy, and confessed the information he found in his hand one by one.

"You mean, the real name of this Gu worm is the Evoking Love Silk, which is a long-lost secret Gu from ancient times, and it is specially refined by the Gu Master to prevent his lover from changing his mind, so there is a way to crack it."

Han Qing didn't expect Xiao Jingyu to use * against him, his heart was cold, and he frowned and asked.

"The love thread is difficult to pull out, the two are concentric, and a trace is endless.

Xiao Jingyu has a seed Gu in you, there must be a mother Gu in his own body, this Gu is made in nine hundred and eighty-one days, when the two of them grow into each other, they can agree with one heart, fall in love with each other, linger and compassionate, and never separate.

If the mother Gu is killed or injured, the child Gu will be killed and injured, and if the child Gu is killed or injured, the mother Gu will become more and more depressed and heartache and die.

This Gu cannot be solved by outsiders, unless the Gu practitioner voluntarily solves the Gu.

I have refined a potion that specifically inhibits the growth of love silk in your body, which can isolate Xiao Jingyu's control over you, but Gu poison is easy to grow and resistant to medicine, and the validity period is only three months.

Ah Qing, don't worry, I will solve the Gu for you before the love silk is born, and no one can snatch you away. ”

As soon as Fan Moya took out the glass in his arms and bottled it, Han Qing slapped Fan Moya with all his palm, and successfully snatched the potion with lightning speed, and retreated lightly.

Han Qing shook the potion in his hand triumphantly, looked at the angry Fan Moya, and sneered sinisterly:

"Thank you, Holy Son, for refining potions for me day and night, bringing the latest news of Gu worms, and we will never see each other from now on."

Han Qing was known for his cunning, and he was willing to stoop down under him before, probably just using himself to cure his poisonous Gu.

Fan Moya spit out a mouthful of blood, stood in front of Lao Tengshu, covered his wounded heart, and looked at Han Qing who had fled in a gloomy manner.

He knew that Han Qing was a person, in order to prevent crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, he had already moved his hands and feet in the potion, and today Han Qing ran the first day of junior high school, but he couldn't run fifteen, and sooner or later he would have to come back to him obediently.

Fan Moya took out the handkerchief in his arms, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and treated this cunning and vicious rabbit, and his heart was aroused with a greater desire to conquer.

At the other end, Xiao Jingyu and his generals discussed the decision to fight again in three days, and it was already the middle of the night.

Xiao Jingyu passed by Han Qing's tent and saw that the lights had already been turned off inside, and he thought of the person's charming sleeping face.

Since he abducted Han Qing back, he treated him like a guest, and never treated him badly, and the two never had a skin-to-skin relationship after the bamboo forest.

Xiao Jingyu recalled the wonderful taste of that person's body, so he felt unbearable, and sneaked into the camp tent, who knew that he had pounced.

He couldn't sense the person's location in his heart, so he knew that someone superior was afraid of hiding Han Qing's traces.

Xiao Jingyu expected that Han Qing would have the help of a master, and he would definitely not return if he escaped, but there was still a trace of luck in his heart, and he still wanted to sit until dawn and wait for the return of the Yiren.

However, less than a quarter of an hour after sitting down, the soldiers successively spread the news outside the tent that suddenly there were fires in many places in the granary, and a large number of soldiers were poisoned to death by drinking river water.

Who can jump around the barracks every day, and who can be close to the water source in the army, the answer is obvious.

Han Qing left a masterpiece, completely extinguishing the remaining luck in Xiao Jingyu's heart, and then a wave of resentment and anger for betrayal rose.

Xiao Jingyu violently crushed a corner of the wooden table, raised his scarlet cloak, stood up and lifted the curtain, his phoenix eyes were angry, and he ordered sharply: "Immediately, mobilize the remaining troops and attack the Northern Cold ......"

Unknowingly, before the words fell, suddenly the soldiers reported that Bei Han suddenly launched an attack, which was imminent.

This series of chess pieces one after another, Mu Yun was caught off guard, and he hastily mobilized the army to respond, suffered heavy casualties overnight, and retreated hundreds of miles.

The general who led the troops this night, his name was Ye Hehua, he defeated the enemy's 100,000 soldiers with 10,000 troops, became famous in the first battle, became a hot figure in the army, and became famous in all directions.

Ye Hehualun's qualifications are absolutely not qualified to be a general to fight, but this night in front of the new king, he made a military order, and took the initiative to ask Ying to lead 10,000 troops to attack the enemy, and if he was defeated, he would hand over the head of the head.

At this moment, in the camp tent of Beihan Yehehua, there was an ambiguous sound, and the soldiers passing by couldn't help but look sideways.

"Ah...... Tap ......

"Ah...... Pain...... No...... Don't ......"

"Ah~~~" The sudden ecstasy of the voice is almost deafening.

"Stupid! Don't scream so disgusting, it's like being grassed. Han Qing pulled out the arrow on Ye Hehua's ass in disgust, squinting his eyes and despising viciously.

Ye Hehua blushed when he was said, touched his buttocks, and muttered in a low voice: "But, it really hurts......"

"Last night, I led the soldiers to fight, and you, the deputy, didn't have any effect, and you were shot in the ass."

Han Qing remembered the decay of being shot in the ass by a stray arrow when Yehehua was fighting last night, and secretly regretted that there was no equipment to record this picture.

"I didn't do anything, I killed someone!" Yehehua stiffened his neck and argued.

"Congratulations, you can finally kill people, if you don't kill people, I'm afraid I will be killed."

Han Qing thought that this idiot last night, as a pioneer to kill the enemy, would only knock the enemy off his horse. Secretly glad that the Buddha blessed him and let him be attacked by someone, so that this idiot dared to kill and save his life.

"Brother-in-law, what do you say in case the second brother asks me to continue fighting?" Ye Hehua poked his head out, looked at Han Qing, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping his spear, and asked nervously.

"Hit, I'm by your side anyway, I'm afraid of a bird! You just take the credit obediently. Han Qing wiped the silver spear with a solemn face, and said with disdain when he heard the words.

"But, didn't you say that the Gu poison on your body has not been resolved? I'm afraid you'......" Ye Hehua felt uneasy when he thought that Han Qing still had Gu poison on his body that had not been resolved.

Before Ye Hehua finished speaking, Han Qing suddenly fell to the ground and rolled over, covering his head and howling in pain.

Ye Hehua anxiously helped him up and asked, "Brother-in-law, what's wrong with you?"

"Damn! There is a problem with the antidote that Fan Moya gave me. Han Qing exploded with a headache, and wanted to hit the ground, so he gritted his teeth and said.

"Hehua, stun me!" Han Qing was drenched in cold sweat, feeling that his head was as if he was being brought a golden hoop, his head was getting tighter and tighter, and he was about to be strangled, and said angrily.

"Quick, what are you doing!" Han Qing's body struggled violently, Ye Hehua almost couldn't hold it, so he could only make a move to knock Han Qing unconscious.

Ye Hehua looked at Han Qing, who was plotted in his arms, and couldn't help but feel anger in his heart, and after putting him on the bed gently, he rushed to Fan Moya's tent with great momentum.

"Don't disturb the Holy Son!" The soldiers suddenly stopped the angry Hehua and ordered coldly.

Ye Hehua saw that they didn't let him in, so he shouted at the door one after another: "Fan Moya, you don't hide in it for the master, be a turtle bastard!"

Fan Moya was making a morning fix, and suddenly heard that someone outside the camp tent was disrespectful and shouted loudly about his name and insulted himself, and his handsome face was very gloomy.

He is very familiar with this voice, but it is not Han Qing's loyal follower-Ye Hehua.

It just so happened that he was not free, so he took the initiative to come to the door and came just in time!

"Ye Hehua, what are you looking for me?" Fan Moya opened the curtain suddenly, and his thin lips hooked up what seemed to be a "gentle smile".

"You despicable villain, hand over the antidote." Ye Hehua looked at the left and right, approached Fan Moya, and whispered angrily for an antidote.

"Oh, Han Qing is there for you?" Fan Moya's silver eyes floated, glancing at the young man who exposed Han Qing's whereabouts, and his melodious tone was low with a special meaning.

"He's not with me." Ye Hehua hurriedly lied and denied it, but in Fan Moya's eyes, it was a low-level cover-up.

"He has a headache, hehe......" Fan Moya knows his poison well, and Ye Hehua did not deny it.

"You want Han Qing's antidote, yes, you have to drill through my crotch and learn to bark a hundred times." Fan Moya's silver eyes were full of malice, but his tone was full of harmony and kindness, which seemed extremely false.

"Okay, you save my brother-in-law first, and I'll drill." Ye Hehua was really angry in his heart, but he was helpless, and secretly scolded Fan Moya for being cautious and sinister.

"Hehe, naturally." Fan Moya walked all the way, and when the soldiers saw him, they were all respectful and respectful, and Ye Hehua gritted his teeth angrily behind him, secretly hating that everyone didn't know his true face.

Fan Moya took the lead in lifting the curtain, staring at Han Qing, who was lying on the bed with silver eyes, unsuspecting, with the interest of a safari, approaching step by step, and his thin lips were secretly hooked proudly.

Fan Moya's hand was extremely disrespectful, and his fingertips ravaged Han Qing's beautifully shaped red lips with his fingertips.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Seeing that he was disrespectful to the emperor's brother-in-law, Ye Hehua grabbed his arm and shouted angrily.

"Let go, do you still want to save him?" Fan Moya's eyebrows stared at him in extreme disgust, the dirty finger that grabbed him.

Ye Hehua let go of his hand in a suffocated manner and secretly clenched his fists.

"Go out, don't come in without my orders." Fan Moya commanded condescendingly, Ye Hehua bit his lip and shook his hand out angrily, waiting in the camp tent in silence.

Not long after, there were some abnormal voices inside, and Ye Hehua was outside the tent, and asked vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

In the tent, Fan Moya's voice came: "Hehe, naturally, it's saving people, don't disturb me, otherwise something goes wrong, don't blame me."

Ye Hehua was angry, annoyed, and helpless, he waited until the sun rose above his head, and only then did Fan Moya let Ye Hehua come in to lick his feet.

Ye Hehua opened the curtain and just wanted to squeeze in front of Han Qing, Fan Moya's handsome figure deliberately blocked it, and spread his hands to block the way.

Fan Moya spread his feet, pulled up the bottom of his robe, stared at the anxious Ye Hehua with silver eyes, and said with bad intentions: "It's time for you to fulfill your promise."