He pursed his lips and lied, "Okay, I told him to go home immediately when I saw him." Rest assured, he'll be back. ”

"Yes, yes." The anticipation in the old woman's eyes was hopeful, and a smile bloomed from her face.

She ate very little food, and she refused to eat it again, saying that she would leave it for her son. Jing Zhao said that when his son came back, he couldn't do it again.

Jing Zhao looked at A-Ning helplessly.

"Take it back, I'll send it to her tomorrow." Aning Road.

The two sat with the old woman for a while, and the sun set in the west. Jing Zhao suddenly slapped his head.

"I almost forgot, I got something good for you!"

Jing Zhao's face was mysterious, and A-Ning stared at him for a while, "What?" ”

"Don't ask so much, just follow me." Jing Zhao said, stretched out his hand to pick him up from the ground, and pulled him to run towards Shang Shiji.

But as soon as he entered the door, he was stopped by Qinghe and the two children.

"Engong, something is wrong. The man you brought back is dying. The anxious side's good-looking eyebrows and eyes were all wrinkled together.

Ford!

Jing Zhao said darkly: "Not good! ”

He and Ah Ning ran into the room where Ah Fu was housed one after the other, and the man was convulsed, and black blood was vomiting from his mouth.

Qing followed them nervously and scared, "I just wanted to wipe his face, but he suddenly became like this......"

Jing Zhao gently soothed her, "Don't worry, leave it to me here." He asked Xiaohu to accompany Qing out first.

There were only two people in the room, Gu Jingzhao and A Ning, he asked A Ning to hold Ah Fu, took out the serum from his backpack, opened Ah Fu's pants, and pricked him in the buttocks, and the serum was injected into his body little by little.

"What is this?" Seeing this, A-Ning asked puzzled.

Jing Zhao bit his lip slightly, prayed in his heart that it must have an effect, and replied to A Ning's question: "Serum." ”

A-Ning became more and more puzzled. "What is serum?"

"Serum is ......" Jing Zhao raised his head to meet A Ning's pure confused eyes, and paused for a moment, he was really confused! Can you explain this thing to him? Between them spanning two thousand years! The 2,000-year-old generation gap must be at least as wide as the Mariana Trench!

Jing Zhao rephrased, "Well...... It is pig blood with egg white, detoxification and high quality! ”

A-Ning frowned heavily, why had he never heard such a strange recipe.

After a while, Ah Fu, who was in a coma, made a sound in a daze, and he opened his eyes: "Ahhhh It hurts to death! ”

Ah Fu rolled over and sat up, hugging his feet. A look of pain instantly appeared on a baby's face, and his miserable little face suddenly distorted, "Play ball!" ”

The words blurted out by this guy are extremely incompatible with his baby face, but the Sichuan voice adds a bit of joy. Jing Zhao's first feeling when he saw him was awkward, unspeakably awkward!

Ah Fu rolled over and jumped off the bed barefoot, "Where's the knife?" Got a knife? I'll use a knife! ”

This action frightened the two people standing next to him, Jing Zhao hurriedly pulled the person back to the bed, and he and A Ning worked together to hold the person down.

"Don't move, what do you want a knife for?" Jing Zhao frowned and asked.

Ah Fu also Ah Fu calmed down a little, his eyes swept around the room, and finally fell on the two people in front of him, and turned around again, his expression was completely cold, and he was not in a hurry to find a knife.

The moment they looked at each other, Jing Zhao noticed that this person's pupils were actually light gray! This color of pupils is not exclusive to Chinese! He looked at it carefully for a while, and this gray baby face, with a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets, was a bit of Caucasian talent.

However, the Caucasian bloodline, the Sichuan accent, combined with the Minyue that he now appears. This guy isn't very old, but he can walk. Jing Zhao thought so.

Ah Fu took Jing Zhao's hand, and instantly changed it to a crying face, a handful of tears and a handful of snot.

"My brother is a miserable man......" he pointed to the big toe of his left foot that had been pecked out by a snake with two holes, the toxin was already blackened, "God doesn't leave me, I'm going to go to the ball now......"

Jing Zhao opened his mouth to explain, but he didn't wait for him to speak.

- Tear.

The cold light flashed in front of the two of them, Gu Jingzhao and Ah Fu looked at it at the same time, A Ning raised the knife in his hand, and a severed finger fell on the side of the bed, and a drop of blood dripped from the bronze dagger in his hand.

An extra piece of cloth in the young man's hand was already covering the wound, and bright red blood continued to seep out from between the white cloth and his fingers, but his expression was light, and his tone was indifferent: "Okay." ”

"Ah!!h This was followed by Ah Fu's pig-like roar.

"it!" Jing Zhao's Zu An greetings in unison.

Jing Zhao was anxious, blaming A-Ning for being too fast, and thinking about Qilin blood exhaustion, Yunnan Baiyao, and White Camel Mountain Bone Powder......

A series of healing products came out of his head, but ...... The ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny......

He was in a hurry to do something, but he didn't know what to do.

A Ning pressed Jing Zhao, who was like an ant on a hot pot, "Go get some ashes from the bottom of the pot." The young man's tone was calm and cold, but his words were unquestionable.

At the moment when he was pinched, Jing Zhao's impetuous heart instantly calmed down.

He hurriedly complied, rushed out of the door, rushed past a crowd of onlookers, ran to the kitchen, scraped a bag of pot ash from under the stove, and rushed back to the bedroom.

All the pot ashes covered the wound, and after a while, the pot ashes and blood clotted together, and the blood finally stopped. Ah Ning held a white cloth in his hand, turned his wrist around, made a few movements, and the wound was bandaged.

Ah Fu's face was pale and pale, I don't know if it was due to pain or excessive blood loss. He arched his hand to A-Ning and said, "Thank you Shaoxia." But there was obvious hatred in his eyes.

"No problem."

A-Ning was as expressionless as ever. The cold bronze dagger in his hand had also been put away. Only a few drops of bright red on the white cuffs showed what had just happened.

Jing Zhao looked at the severed finger that was soaked in snake venom and blackened with mixed feelings. In fact...... The serum has detoxified the snake venom, and this finger could have been cut off without it.

But Aning, this guy ...... This hand speed ...... It can only be said that this kid is very talented in junglers, and if he goes to play games, he has to be the first Han Xin in the national server.

It's just that now, there is no turning back from the bow. He was silent for three seconds for Ah Fu to suddenly mention the matter of first-degree disability.

Ah Fu stared at A Ning hatefully, "Shaoxia's handsome martial arts, this strength is not something ordinary people can do, it's fast and accurate, Shaoxia is grateful for the lesion in addition to the lesion." ”

These words attracted Jing Zhao's attention, cutting off his fingers is by no means as easy as cutting meat, his toes are connected to bones, and he is cut off with a knife, either he has amazing strength, or it is a sharp weapon that is absolutely handy.

Jing Zhao hurriedly looked down, the young man's hand was empty, and the bronze dagger he had just glimpsed was gone. Jing Zhao's heart was cold, where did A-Ning come from?