In Ni Ping'er's extreme displeasure, the super "big bulb" that was quite unknown and drifted away for a long time.

Finally, the middle-aged scribe got up and said goodbye: "It's not too early, the foolish brother will no longer bother." It's better for you two to rest early!"

This time, the drift is no longer retained.

Ni Ping'er muttered angrily in her heart: "You've been chattering here for so long, and you're actually embarrassed to let us rest early?"

The last sentence of the middle-aged scribe seemed to have a deep meaning, so before leaving, he deliberately looked at Ni Ping'er, who was still stranded.

"What do you see, when will I leave, do you need to care?" Ni Ping'er finally couldn't help but scream angrily.

"The girl misunderstood. I have no such intention in Xia!" The middle-aged scribe immediately replied in a firm tone, especially what made Piao Wuxian unbearable, the middle-aged scribe actually added another sentence, "Even if the girl doesn't want to leave, it has nothing to do with Zaixia!" After finishing speaking, the middle-aged scribe left with a smile.

"Cisco Hot, what kind of brother do you recognize?" Ni Ping'er not only did not have the consciousness of leaving at all, but also asked aggressively.

"What's the matter? I think this guy is pretty good!" replied Drift Traceless innocently, "Don't you see people sitting here in a precarious position? And I hardly ever look at you ...... very much."

"Cisco Hot, what kind of consciousness are you, what do you mean you haven't looked at me squarely?" Ni Ping'er immediately roared.

"I'm sorry, the words are inappropriate, the words are inappropriate!" In order to effectively avoid the tiger's hair, Piao Wuxian hurriedly apologized and explained, "I mean, people haven't looked at you with ** eyes." Isn't such a person a righteous gentleman?"

"Hmph, if it's really a decent gentleman, then you won't know that we are in the same room and come to disturb us. I think this man must have bad intentions. On the surface, he pretends to be serious, but in fact, his mind is full of filth......"

I can't listen to it anymore. "Natasha, do you need to bury people like this?"

Listening to the questioning without a trace, Ni Ping'er became even more angry. "How can this be called burying him? I'm telling the truth!"

"What fact? Can you still see what people are thinking inside? Natasha, don't look at people with colored glasses just because they interfere with you, okay?" said Drift Without a Trace meaningfully.

"Yes, he's interfering with me!" Ni Ping'er admitted very boldly, but someone who heard this became unnatural, "But, can I be such a small person? Tell you, the reason why I don't like this person is completely out of a woman's intuition! A woman's intuition is very accurate!"

Seeing Ni Ping'er's arrogant and even arrogant appearance, she was speechless without a trace.

When the middle-aged scribe walked out and returned to his next room, he deliberately slammed the door shut. This is to let Piao Wuji and Ni Ping'er know that he has returned to the room and is ready to rest. But, immediately afterward, he lightly pressed his ear to the door frame. For a long time, I didn't hear Ni Ping'er's departing footsteps.

"Hmph, hypocrisy, and still say nothing?" the middle-aged scribe muttered indignantly in his heart, "However, it is estimated that you two will not be able to toss for long!"

Thinking of this, the middle-aged scribe stumbled to the side of the bed and lay down gently. "Hmph, grandpa, I'll take a nap first. It's not bad, and it saves me a lot of effort. ”

In a daze, the middle-aged scribe still thought to himself: "That golden bean is worth the cost, otherwise, how can I be temporarily transferred to such a room? If there is no room like this, then how can I detect the every move of these two people?"

Of course, Piao Wu and Ni Ping'er didn't know what the middle-aged scribe in the next room was thinking. After they argued for a long time about whether the middle-aged scribe was good or bad, Ni Ping'er returned to her room to rest with some reluctance under the strong request of the drifting nobody.

The middle-aged scribe did not let his mind be idle, because he was afraid that he would sleep until dawn. After waiting for a long time, it was estimated that the two people next door were finished, and the middle-aged scribe crept up on tiptoe. He walked softly to the wall, gently pressed his ears against the wall, and his whole body was full of internal force, and only after making sure that there was no movement in the next room did he quietly change into his night clothes. Looking at that skillful appearance, you know that this person must have done this kind of stealing and touching dogs.

The middle-aged scribe quietly opened the window behind him, looked around, and after making sure that no one was there, he jumped out. As soon as he turned over, he came to the window that was floating without a trace, and the whole person was clinging to the wall like a gecko, not moving. This kind of kung fu is rare in the rivers and lakes.

The middle-aged scribe put his ear to the window again, and only after making sure that there was indeed no movement in the room did he feel something in his arms. He reached into the room through the narrow gap, and then puffed out his cheeks and blew violently.

If you look from the inside, you're sure to notice a puff of smoke rising from the window. Soon, the puff of green smoke filled the room.

In the darkness of the night, the middle-aged scribe, who was completely black and clinging to the wall, did not worry at all that he would be discovered. He put away his tools, waited patiently for a moment, listened to his ears again, then gently pried open the bolt of the window with an object, then put a pill into his mouth, gently pushed the window open, and quietly jumped into the room, and then gently closed the window with his backhand.

The whole process, the middle-aged scribe did it quite skillfully and carefully. This man's prudence has definitely been tempered. Therefore, the prey that is generally targeted by this person rarely escapes.

"Hehe, boy, it's just because Grandpa and I are extremely unfamiliar with you outsiders, so I doubled the amount of medicine. Don't say you're just a person, even if you're an elephant, if you don't have my antidote, you'll have to sleep for a few days and nights! Even if your exercises are wonderful, then you have to lie down for a few hours, right? Haha, a few hours, that's enough for grandpa and me to be happy!"

However, the moment the middle-aged scribe opened the curtain, his face changed suddenly. "How is that possible? Why is this stupid guy the only one? Is it really as he said, nothing happened between them? Is this possible?"

The middle-aged scribe showed a look of utter disbelief. Because, in his opinion, there is a charming beauty who is automatically sent to the door, and in this world, I am afraid that no man can control it. Unless, this man is not normal!