Chapter 1145

The man squinted at the bowl full of chicken soup, his lips slightly raised, and his smile could not be hidden from his face.

Ning Shun and Dushi almost stare big eyes at the same time. What did they find? You hand me a piece of meat, and I hand you a bowl of soup. It's obvious that there's something wrong.

How long has empress Wan Xi passed away? How can you empathize? If you don't see it with your own eyes, they will never believe it.

Ning Shun lowered the volume and used a small voice that only he and Mu Si could hear: "you say Does this girl know the art of witchcraft and bewilder our master? "

Apart from this explanation, he could think of nothing else!

Looking back today, Leng junao scolds Princess Huajing for being a crazy woman for the sake of girl Ni'er. After thinking about it carefully, Mu Si feels that something is really wrong.

"Although this girl Ni'er saved my life, but She is of unknown origin, and her identity is indeed suspicious! "

Dusk four agree with Ning Shun's opinion, two people dignified to look at one eye, if thoughtful of nodded.

It seems that they still have to be on guard, but don't let me fall in the gentle village.

"My Lord has ordered us to fight in Yuliao Kyoto tomorrow. There is news from huagongzi that we will meet in Yuliao Kyoto. Let's hold our ground and wait until we see huagongzi."

Ning Shun frowned. From the picture in front of him, half of his three spirits and six spirits have been lost. Even if they remind him, it's just in vain. They can only stand still and be more vigilant. When they see Hua Shuying, they will ask Hua Gongzi to decide whether he has been poisoned or not.

Dusk four helpless nod, at the moment also seem to can be like this.

The night in early spring is still cold. Because someone is recovering from poisoning, Zhao Wanxi lets out the soft couch. Fortunately, she is full of food and warm at night.

She curled up in the corner of the tent camp and soon fell asleep.

When Leng junao returns to the tent camp, he sees a thin body curling up in the corner of the tent. The thin shadow makes him feel sad.

The woman turned her back to him, and the blood on her back shoulder blade was clearly visible. Leng junao walked towards her, but she fell asleep and didn't respond.

The man eagle eye a tight, intuition some not quite right son, squat down in her side, hand a probe, just found that she was in fever.

Leng junao's eyes fell directly on the wound on Zhao Wanxi's back. After a long time, he became a good doctor. He knew too well what was going on.

The flesh and blood of the whip wound were solidified with the material. When he touched it lightly, the blood gushed out. The woman's eyebrows were frowning, and a slight pain came out of her throat.

He heard her voice, familiar range, but let him like a dream.

Leng junao's big hand was slightly stiff. After a few seconds of stupefaction, he reacted. Without hesitation, he directly took the scissors to cut all the material on her back, so that the hole cut by the whip was completely exposed to the air.

The pain in her back made Zhao Wanxi awake. Her eyes narrowed slightly. When she saw the man in front of her and his actions, she unconsciously blurted out: "don't touch me!"

Leng Jun Ao's palm hanging in the air was slightly stiff again, his thin lips were tight, and he swallowed his throat: "your wound is infected. If you don't deal with it in time, the consequences will be very serious!"