After a palm shook the middle-aged scribe, he didn't care about wiping the blood that overflowed from his mouth and nose, but staggered to the side of the bed, and without thinking, he injected the majestic internal force of his whole body into Ni Ping'er's body. Of course, at this moment, because of his eagerness to save people, he didn't notice the position of his palm.

It may be that the middle-aged scribe has a heart of pity and cherishing the jade, so this indiscriminate act without a trace seems to be quite smooth. In just a moment, Ni Ping'er "sighed", and at the same time regained her mobility. However, at this moment, because the palm of her beloved was pressed tightly against her sensitive place, her breast, so she did not jump up.

Now Ni Ping'er only wears underwear, and the spring light is exposed. However, there was not only a man nearby, but she was also held by the man close to her hand. Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to say that you are not shy. However, this man is the person she loves deeply, so at the same time, there is a strong sense of sweetness and happiness in her heart. Because of such sweetness and happiness, she wished that time would stop there.

However, the humiliation that the middle-aged scribe brought to Ni Ping'er was too great. Therefore, Ni Ping'er struggled slightly, then reminded shyly with a red face: "Cisco Hot, you, when do you still want to touch others?"

When he heard this, he hurriedly put down his palm, and he didn't care about the softness of his palm just now, so he hurriedly explained: "No, no, I didn't touch you." Just now, I just used the palm of my hand to input the internal force into your body to help you flush the acupoints. I, I didn't know you had recovered ......"

Seeing that the anxious explanation seemed clumsy and disappeared, Ni Ping'er couldn't help but laugh "poof". "Okay, okay, people didn't say they wouldn't let you touch it!" However, Ni Ping'er is a girl after all, so as soon as she said it, she immediately blushed with shame, but she still reminded stubbornly, "Why are you still stunned? Hurry up and chase it! Otherwise, the evil thief will run away!"

is at a loss to hear the words, hurry away and rush to the broken wall, how can it be called a "fast" word!

Ni Ping'er put on her clothes as quickly as she could, and rushed out as well. Jumping to the ground, he found that he was standing on the spot without a trace, so he asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?"

"It's gone!" replied without a trace.

"How is that possible? I saw that he was seriously injured by you, how could he run away so quickly?" Ni Ping'er asked indignantly.

"Well, I should have been seriously injured. Otherwise, there wouldn't have been a puddle of blood here!" said Piaowu agreeingly.

"Hey, what color and smell of this blood?" Ni Ping'er exclaimed as she covered her nose with her hand.

"It's no surprise that the bastard just now used his poisonous palm at the moment he attacked me. It's just that, for some reason, those toxins are eating him back. Unexpectedly, this person could escape so quickly when he was seriously injured and contaminated with poison, and he was a character. ”

Just as there was no trace of explanation, nearby residents had already rushed around to take a look. After all, the movement just now was really quite loud, and it was normal for many people to be awakened from their sleep.

Of course, it's not just Piao Wu and Ni Ping'er who feel strange.

The middle-aged scribe made a beautiful backward roll the moment he fell to the ground, otherwise I am afraid that this fall alone would have cost him half his life. After landing, the middle-aged scribe immediately spurted blood from his mouth and nose because of the injuries on his body. Enduring the severe pain coming from his whole body, the middle-aged scribe decisively stuffed a handful of pills into his mouth, and forcibly used the already messy true qi in his body, and then started to run wildly. Like lightning, he disappeared into the night with a "whoosh". Not to mention that there is no trace and Ni Ping'er are delayed, even if there is no delay, I am afraid that they may not be able to catch up.

Although the middle-aged scribe is lustful and psychopathic, he has always been shrewd and cautious. He knew that at this moment, his serious injuries and the toxicity in his body were about to attack, and if he didn't escape as quickly as possible, what was waiting for him would be a tragic ending for a mermaid. However, this wild run has made him more injured and injured, and even worse, it has accelerated the onset time of the toxin.

In about five minutes, the middle-aged scribe's lips were blue and his face was blackened, and he knew that he could not run like this anymore, otherwise he would surely die if the poisonous gas attacked his heart. At the same time as the eaves and walls, the middle-aged scribe has been going around a lot, and at such a critical time, he did not hesitate to fall into a wealthy mansion.

After finding a remote hut, the middle-aged scribe staggered in. Looking around, he knew that this was a place used by large families to store firewood. It's also a good place to hide and heal. So, without thinking, he went deep into the pyre, moved the firewood around him, and then sat down with his eyes closed. Looking in from the doorway, it is absolutely difficult to find him in the depths of his hiding.

Although the poison of the "poisonous sand palm" is vicious, because this poison is cultivated by the middle-aged scribe himself, he has long been equipped with a large number of antidotes. In addition, long-term exposure to these toxins has led to some resistance in the body. Otherwise, if you change someone else, you would have died of poison a long time ago.

With great perseverance, the middle-aged scribe slowly gathered the messy internal force of his whole body into one place, so that he could avoid the danger of going mad. Then, the little remaining internal force is constantly flowing throughout the body, so that serious internal injuries can be alleviated and treated, and the antidote can be quickly triggered.

After a while, a trace of white gas began to emerge from the top of the middle-aged scribe's head, and at the same time, bursts of black mist continued to seep out of his mouth. The middle-aged scribe's meditation is a day and a night. Although the time was not very long, the entire firewood room was completely filled with black fog, and even around the house, there was a faint black gas.

It is precisely because of the remote location of the firewood house that the flowers and trees around it are more vigorous than elsewhere. However, now, in the radial area centered on the firewood house, flowers and trees are constantly withering and withering.

Although there is a lot of storage in the kitchens of large households, there are also many people who eat, so in just one day's work, the stored firewood has already been used up. In the evening, the kitchen guys had to get firewood from the remote hut.

Amid the sound of creaking carts, the guy walked leisurely. If it weren't for something, he wouldn't have gone to that deserted place.

As we approached, the man realized that something was wrong. Because it was the height of summer, the season of vigorous vegetation, but all the plants in this secluded place were suddenly beaten by frost. The further you go, the more the grass withers. Not only that, but the guy also noticed that his head had started to get dizzy since he got close to here. However, in order to complete the work as soon as possible, he did not pay much attention to it, and just rushed to the firewood room with all his heart.