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When I returned to Orchid Garden, I unexpectedly saw Zhai Xiying, who I hadn't seen for a few days.

"What? Enough prostitutes to go home? Lu Youruo teased.

Zhai Xiying's expression was a little melancholy, and if she saw some clues, she asked, "The first night is here, and the whole person is not good?" ”

Zhai Xiying's magnetic voice finally opened, "Do you know what this king has checked in the past few days?" ”

"How do I know!" Lu Youruo walked to the charcoal stove and gently rubbed his frozen little hands.

Zhai Xiying snorted coldly, with anger in his tone, "Miao curse people are becoming more and more rampant!" ”

"Miao curse man?" Confused muttered to himself.

Zhai Xiying looked at Youruo coldly, "Miao curse people are the same kind as you, cunning and vicious!" ”

"Zhai Xiying, did I mess with you again?"

Zhai Xiying, who was in a bad mood, taunted again: "Lu Youruo, on the entire continent, only Miao Curse people can cast Gu!" ”

Youruo sneered: "So, do you think I'm also a Miao curse?" ”

Zhai Xiying was silent. If Lu Youruo is the daughter of the prime minister, she is naturally not a Miao curse.

"Where did you learn your sorcery?" Zhai Xiying's sharp eyes frightened Youruo.

Of course, Youruo wouldn't tell him that her Gu technique was learned from the Gu Village in the twenty-first century.

"Where did I learn it, and what does it have to do with Lord Ying?"

Zhai Xiying's tyrannical aura stood up and approached Lu Youruo, "Today, if you don't tell this king the origin of your witchcraft, this king will chop off your two hands!" ”

Lu Youruo's anger towards Zhai Xiying, this man, sometimes normal, sometimes crazy. She really couldn't do anything about him.

"Zhai Xiying, I don't know what you mean by Miao Mantra!" She has only heard of Miao Jiang people and spell masters, what kind of breed is this Miao spell man, how can Du Ruo know!

Zhai Xiying was angry and wanted to pinch Youruo's neck, but she couldn't hold back and asked, "Do you say it!" ”

If Lu You doesn't talk, this man said that he wanted to chop her hand, but she wanted to see how he chopped it!

"To say, or not to say?" Zhai Xiying's threatening expression did not frighten Youruo.

"My medical Gu technique, where did you learn it, it's very important to you?" Lu Youruo said mockingly.

Zhai Xiying didn't make a sound, his face was a little hideous, and he glared angrily.

Knowing that today, if she doesn't give a satisfactory result, Zhai Xiying will not easily stagger this topic.

"Yigu, I don't know the master of the Hades Palace, but have you heard of it?" Because she exposed her medical skills, she can no longer use amnesia as an excuse to block Zhai Xiying, so she can only make it up!

Zhai Xiying stared at Youruo's eyes, not missing any emotion in her eyes.

"If I say that I am a hidden disciple of the Wonderful Hand, can you believe me?" Those dark eyes bravely looked at Zhai Xiying.

Zhai Xiying smiled terribly, his evil face looked like a demon from the underworld. "Do you think this king will believe it?"

Youruo teased: "Lord Ying, don't you think that Wuwu's attitude towards Youruo is very strange? ”

After listening to Lu Youruo's nonsense, Zhai Xiying thought back to her worry-free performance.

Carefree by nature is peaceful and indifferent, and has no interest in anything. But alone in Lu Youruo's body, he is very attentive, isn't it, Lu Youruo and worry-free, is it really a brother and sister relationship?

"How do you make this king believe you?" Zhai Xiying didn't forget that Lan Lan was killed by Lu Youruo! "Besides, aren't you amnesia?"

Zhai Xiying is not a master who is easy to fool!

Youruo's red lips were hooked, and there was a smile in her eyes: "Lord Ying, this girl is a miracle doctor, amnesia is such a thing, a little silver needle, what should be remembered, naturally will not be forgotten!" ”

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