Chapter 3 The Child King on a White Horse

Seeing the young man, Mo Junru immediately became a nymphomaniac, his eyes narrowed into a peach heart, "Brother Bai Yu, why are you here." She whipped at the subordinates who were about to be rough with Bai Yu, and scolded: "He is my brother, what are you doing." ”

"Boss, you still have an older brother, why haven't we heard of it. ”

"It's cousin, cousin. Mo Junru's cheeks flushed, "Brother Bai Yu, did you come to see me?" ”

The young man in white said: "Sort of, fortunately I came in time, otherwise Ye Fei would have let you be killed." How old are they, and they're still messing around like this. Seeing that there was no one around, he couldn't help but say, "What about others?"

"Here. The tall Ye Fei stood up behind everyone, grabbed the heads of the left and right two people with both hands, grabbed them on the spot, and threw them at the other four.

"Oops. My neck is broken. Several people wailed.

Ye Fei didn't give up, strode up, and rolled with them.

"Bai Yu, look, this kid doesn't know what to do. Mo Junru shook the whip, and the leather whip was intercepted by the young man in white halfway, "If you mess around again, don't call my brother in the future." ”

Mo Junru pursed his mouth aggrievedly, his eyes were wide and round, and his raised right hand fell unwillingly.

Finally calmed down this little ancestor, the white-clothed young man breathed a long sigh of relief, took a few steps forward, and grabbed Ye Fei's shoulder from behind, "Brother Ye, stop, I will make amends to you on their behalf." ”

"You?" Ye Fei sneered and looked back, "Do you care about the affairs between us?" ”

"I don't know what to do. Mo Junru whipped down.

The white-clothed boy raised his right hand like lightning and grabbed the leather whip accurately. "Smack. The whip finally stopped, but the tiger's mouth on the right hand of the young man in white collapsed, and blood flowed down from the junction of the whip and his hand.

"Brother Yu. Mo Junru exclaimed, abandoned the whip and ran, everyone who was scuffling together stopped, Ye Fei stared at the white-clothed young man with a complicated expression for a long time, and then "snorted" heavily, walked back to the house, and buckled the leaky door with his backhand.

Mo Junru carefully held the bleeding right hand of the young man in white and blew the wound, while the young man in white bowed to the room and said, "Brother Ye, my mother is sick, I hope you will come to the door." ”

There was a blank silence that greeted him, until the people around him lost patience, and the young man in white still looked into the room expectantly.

Finally, Ye Fei spoke: "Where." ”

"In the south of the village, my name is Fang Baiyu. The young man in white was overjoyed.

"I'll be here tomorrow morning. ”

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"Brother Bai Yu, there are so many doctors in the village, why do you have to come to find this wild seed. On the way home, Mo Junru asked puzzledly, she and Fang Baiyu were sitting on the same white horse, looking like a fairy couple. The latter glanced at her with disgust, and replied, "He is an orphan, not a wild seed, so you should be careful when you speak in the future." Also, Ye Fei is the best doctor in this village, there is no one. ”

"Cut, if it's really like you said, why don't the people in Murakami like him. ”

"Probably because of his odd temper. I didn't have much contact with him, and I don't know. ”

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