Then the purple vines came out of her body and quickly grew and spread, and soon along the door and walls grew the whole house of jishengtang.

Under the cover of the night, no one could see the walls inside and outside the Jisheng hall were covered with purple vines.

And the purple vines seem to cut off the border between the two worlds, making everyone in the Jisheng hall become caged birds, unable to escape or make a sound.

The night is the best time for torture.

He Xi recovers the purple hell and quiet Luo around Qin Hai's neck. Qin Hai coughs a few times and immediately howls like killing pigs.

Because of the border under purple hell and quiet Luo cloth, people outside can no longer hear the voice from the Jisheng hall, but people in the courtyard of the Jisheng hall can hear it naturally.

So when Qin Fu, the manager of jishengtang, heard the voice, he hurried out before he could even put on his clothes.

As he ran, he shouted at the same time, "which son of a bitch lives impatiently, dare to make trouble in the Jisheng hall, do you know whose territory we are here?"

When Qin Hai, who was still crying, saw manager Qin appear, he immediately rushed to him, raised his hand and cried: "Dad, help! You have to decide for me! My hand My hand It's all that stinky boy. He He cut off my hand with one stroke Wuwuwu Dad, you're going to avenge me! "

When manager Qin saw Qin Hai's broken chapter, he saw white bones in his ferocious flesh and blood. His eyes were dazzled, and his body stumbled twice.

"Who?! Who dares to hurt my son? I must tear him to pieces

Qin Hai is the only son of Qin Fu. Although he has complex spiritual roots and poor cultivation talent, he has certain talent in medicine.

Some time ago, when Dr. Xie was in a good mood, he promised to cultivate his son well. Shopkeeper Qin didn't care much about this son, but doctor Xie's words filled him with hope.

As long as the inheritance of Dr. Xie, Qin Hai can become a qualified doctor. They are afraid that the Qin family will not have a chance to prosper?

Innkeeper Qin is dreaming that dream, but in a blink of an eye, his son's hands are cut off by people. What's the use of a low-level warrior who breaks his hands?

Can you study medicine? Can you practice magic? Not all!! His only son, he is useless!

Thinking of this, innkeeper Qin is so angry that seven tricks make a smoke, and Qin Hai is even more painful and hateful. Pointing to the direction where He Xi is, he cries: "Dad, it's him! It was he who burst into the shop. I asked him a few more questions, and he cut off my hand Wuwuwu Father, you must avenge me and cut off all the limbs of this son of a bitch! "

Innkeeper Qin turned to look at He Xi, who was sitting on the chair of the Imperial College, but he was shocked.

The dim yellow candle light reflected on a white and delicate face like porcelain, which can be seen at a glance that it was just a young man who had not reached the weak crown, or a handsome young man with beautiful and elegant features.

But the young man's face also has a pair of eyes as deep as the ancient well. It's cold and biting. Just looking at it makes people feel that they are in 18 layers of hell, or in the white snow, and they are shaking unconsciously.