Lan Minjun looked at the bead in the box, and his elegant voice was gentle and gentle, "Do you want to find a skilled craftsman for Miss Song?" ”

"No, you don't." Song Yizhi shook the box, and then sent the box back to the tray, "Just wait to find the fifth elder later." ”

Lan Minjun nodded.

Hearing Song Yizhi hear Rong Yueyuan, Bai Xi couldn't help but be jealous.

Situ Mo, who was outside the pavilion, had quietly turned around and left when Song Yizhi picked up the box.

When the things were delivered, Bai Xi didn't tease, she left with her maidservant.

After these people walked away, Zhao Zirong on the side relaxed a little.

"White pith abdominal beads are a bit rare, but Miss Song will not be without." Lan Minjun looked at Song Yizhi who was leaning lazily on the side, and the gaze in his eyes deepened a little.

Song Yizhi circled the little doll on his legs with one hand, and supported his head on the railing with the other, the girl bathed in the sun was lazy and calm, and nodded lazily after hearing Lan Minjun's words.

"It seems that someone can't be idle." Lan Minjun spoke unhurriedly.

Song Yizhi smiled.

But no, some people can't bear it.

Looking at Song Yizhi's unclear appearance, Lan Minjun also smiled and said nothing.

Zhao Zirong stood quietly, like a wooden stake.

The atmosphere on this side of the pavilion is quiet but also cozy.

Han Zhengde settled Lan Ruoming and his wife and was about to turn back, but he saw Song Yizhi in the pavilion halfway through.

"Song Shenzi." Han Zhengde walked to the entrance of the pavilion and saluted Song Yizhi.

Song Yizhi spoke, "No need to be polite. ”

Han Zhengde put down his hand and looked up, Song Yiyue in the pavilion was lazy and leisurely, she was so beautiful in the sun that she was not like a real person, the only fly in the ointment was her excessively pale complexion.

The weakness that was difficult to hide made Han Zhengde very worried, and when he was about to open his mouth to say a few words of concern, an inexplicable fragrance blew over with a gust of wind.

Han Zhengde only felt that his mind was muddy for a moment, and then, he only felt that the whole person was wrong, he seemed to be put in an extremely hot place, and after a while, his mouth was dry and his breathing became short.

After Lan Minjun saw Han Zhengde's strange appearance, he got up and walked up a few steps, and crossed in front of Song Yizhi.

"Don't get in my way." Song Yizhi's lazy voice sounded.

Lan Minjun took two steps to the side, and his protective posture did not converge.

"There is a problem, Shenzi, there is a problem...... just one sentence, Han Zhengde said breathlessly.

Looking at the tide/red on Han Zhengde's face, Lan Minjun became more and more vigilant.

This medicine is fierce, but I am afraid of ......

Then, Lan Minjun saw that the son of the Purple Realm Mansion was so patient that his face was hideous, but his body was retreating.

Han Zhengde only felt that he was about to be burned by that nameless fire, and he wanted to rush in and pounce on it, but he couldn't!!

He restrained his desire to get up, and moved back with difficulty step by step.

That step by step, the retreat was slow and difficult.

Looking at this young man with a flush/red face and was about to lose consciousness, Song Yizhi moved his fingers, and the cold divine power submerged into his body, helping him temporarily relieve the effect of this fierce medicine.

Lan Minjun saw that the tide/red on Han Zhengde's face had receded a lot, and looked sideways at Song Yizhi.

Song Yizhi showed a gentle and harmless smile, "What will happen if I blow up the Purple Realm Mansion?" ”

Lan Minjun: "......"

Han Zhengde had just returned to his senses, and when he heard this, his legs were weak and he almost knelt down for Song Yizhi.

"Are you feeling better?" Song Yizhi looked at Han Zhengde.

Seeing Song Yizhi's gaze, Han Zhengde took a few steps back, he raised his hand and saluted and said, "Fang is a little out of shape, please forgive the Son of God, is the Son of God fine?" ”

As the son of the Purple Realm Mansion, Han Zhengde has experienced a lot of pickled things, and he will react after relieving himself at this time.

This is someone who wants to use himself to hurt the son of God!

What a calculation!

It was also a shame that the Son of God was fine, and he did not do anything offensive himself.

"I'm fine, but you're okay." Song Yizhi's gentle voice was slow.

Han Zhengde raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I will inform my father about this matter and give an explanation to the Divine Son." ”

"Now, I want to see the Lord of the Han Mansion." Song Yizhi's gentle words are rarely strong, obviously lazy and lazy, tilting his head and leaning on his hand, but he is so domineering, "I want an explanation now." ”

Han Zhengde dared to delay, he quickly took out the communication charm and contacted the Han Mansion Master.

After Han Zhengde put away the communication talisman, the Han Mansion Lord teleported over with several Venerables.

Song Yizhi looked at a few powerful people outside the pavilion, lazy and lazy, "Are they all here?" ”

The Han Mansion Lord nodded, and then glanced at his son.

Seeing his son's embarrassed appearance, what did the Lord of the Han Mansion not understand, he was really dark.

No!

The couple just killed chickens and monkeys, and here they used their son to calculate Song Shenzi?!

Who did this?!

Don't you want to go to heaven?!

"I know a thing or two about pharmacology." Song Yizhi spoke unhurriedly, "Of course, it would be best if there were other doctors. ”

When the Lord of the Han Mansion heard this, he backhanded and contacted the doctor of the Purple Realm Mansion.

The doctors came quickly.

"Here, check it." Song Yizhi nu his jaw.

Seeing the things on the tray on the table, two of the doctors walked in after receiving the gaze of the Han Mansion Master, and the rest of the doctors were examining Han Zhengde's body.

The Venerables who came over were a little scratchy, but they couldn't open their mouths to urge them.

After a while, several doctors who had completed the examination looked at the Han Mansion Master with ugly faces, "There is medicine sprinkled on this." ”

"Let's take a look at the situation of the little boy." Another physician spoke.

The two doctors in the pavilion came out and looked even more ugly after examining Han Zhengde's body.

"Say." The Lord of the Han Mansion opened his mouth angrily.

With such an ugly face, who to scare!

"Pills." The doctor threw out two words.

Lord Han was a little unstable.

"Good." Song Luo sneered, "Very good!" ”

Feng Canglin looked at the Han Mansion Lord with a look of self-begging.

The lord of the Han Mansion glanced at Song Luo, and his scalp instantly went numb.

The doctor continued, "This medicine is really poisonous! It's also a shame that the little boy took the antidote in time to alleviate it, otherwise it will definitely hinder his cultivation in the future! ”

Han Zhengde suddenly had a feeling of the aftermath of the catastrophe.

The Lord of the Han Mansion looked at Song Yizhi's gaze, revealing a sense of panic and fear.

"The Lord of the Han Mansion doesn't need to worry, the Feng Clan will not invade with a hundred poisons." Feng Canglin's majestic voice sounded.

The Han Mansion Lord breathed a sigh of relief.

"I see, those things have the mark of the Bai family." Rong Yueyuan's cold voice sounded.

"Go and invite the head of the Bai family to come over!" Lord Han said to Han Zhengchu.

Han Zhengchu responded.

"The head of the Situ family is also invited to come over, as well as Bai Xi and Situ Mo, don't forget." Song Yizhi's gentle voice sounded.

Han Zhengchu answered, and the wind under his feet left.

The head of the Situ family?

Bai Xi? Situ Mo?

Rong Yueyuan's eyes moved slightly, and her dark eyes were dark at the moment, which was very dangerous.

Song Yizhi looked at Rong Yueyuan outside the pavilion.

At this time, the gentleness around him had faded, and alienation and coldness were highlighted. (End of chapter)