The shopkeeper just sent the purple jade paste back, and he heard a little bit about it, and his face was a little obscure.

"Shopkeeper, it's late at night, you can go down and rest."

The people who can be the shopkeeper of the treasure hunting pavilion are all human spirits, although they are quite curious about the identity of the female beggar, but the shopkeeper didn't probe a word, and it went down neatly.

Everyone left, and after closing the door, Bai Lirui pinched the jade bottle in his hand, frowned and walked to the bed.

He stretched out his hand to lift Ning Qing's tattered clothes, the black bruises were exposed, and his eyes were even heavier.

Wipe it little by little, not daring to have any strength, for fear of hurting the unconscious person.

It wasn't until he finished wiping most of the bottles of purple jade paste that the bruises on Ning Qing's shoulders gradually subsided.

Without any light pause, Baili Rui gently pulled up his clothes. He helped Ning Qing to start transporting internal force, and he was relieved until she spit out a few mouthfuls of dirty blood and the crimson on her face receded.

was drugged by someone!

Hum!

This girl has to be taught a lesson!

Lingdu.

In a small alley a few kilometers away from King Qing's Mansion, a carriage was quietly parked in the dark, and the curtain of the Jinluan carriage was raised by the wind and rain.

The sound of the clattering carriage came from far and near, and when there were only a few dozen meters left from the alley, a group of black-clothed people climbed over the wall and quietly choked the galloping carriage.

The carriage stopped, creaking right in front of the waiting carriage, no more, no less.

"Go and confirm." A command came from the resting carriage.

The guards standing in front of the carriage flew into the carriage that had just stopped at ghostly speed, lifted the curtain and looked at it for a while, and then flew back to the carriage.

"Lord, as expected, the arrow in the leg was poisoned, but he did not die."

They all used the most deadly golden snake mandala poison in the Western Regions, why haven't they died yet?!

It's really hard!

There was a slight sigh from the carriage, "Who can cure this poison?" ”

"Except for the drug makers, no one in the world can solve it."

"What if you don't understand?"

"Half crippled, life is better than death." The guards asked, "Does the Lord want to end it?" ”

There was silence in the carriage for a while, and finally came: "Let the Mobei people take over." ”

This indicates that the Lord does not want to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, but if he is hit by the Golden Snake Mandala in the Western Regions, he will not die and be crippled.

The guard replied, "Yes." ”

"Let's go back."

The coachman flicked his whip, and the carriage turned straight forward, and the wind lifted the curtain, and a face of extreme warmth was faintly visible, but it was too dark to distinguish.

After the carriage had left some distance, the guard waved his hand deeper into the alley.

Several black-clothed masters came over carrying a sack, and they threw the woman in the bag into the carriage.

When everything was done, the guard slammed the whip at the horse's buttocks.

The frightened horse continued to gallop with a long howl, and the clattering hooves resounded in the bluestone streets.

After confirming that there was silence all around, the man in the carriage suddenly opened his eyes.

The night was silent, the dark eyes merged with the night, and the handsome face carved by the devil was covered with frost. When he saw the woman next to him who was only wearing obscene clothes, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked.

Lost, but contemptuous, my heart was picked up for a moment.

It turned out to be him!

Oh, I never thought that the person who killed him turned out to be him!

Okay, okay very!

Helplessness flashed in the man's eyes, but it was only for a moment, and then there was no wave in the ink eyes.

When the horse stopped at the side gate of the palace and neighed, he picked up the wood carving on the couch, and closed his eyes after looking at it.

The rain stopped, the night was silent, and it seemed as if nothing had happened.