"Hmph! You two really sing together! I don't care!" Ma Ya left with her sleeves...『

"Look at you, you made me angry again. I'll ask you, what are you thinking?" Ye Shan closed the door and asked him in a low voice.

Wushuang refused to answer directly, and asked, "What do you think? I didn't think of anything? Isn't Toya your friend? Isn't I wrong to trust her?"

"Hey, I find that you are becoming more and more unreasonable. I will tell you Brother Shuang, now I am the only one who can support you! Which one do you like? Is it the hot colored butterfly or the gentle and virtuous sweet sister?"

"What if I say I'll fall in love with you? Haha..."

"You are not a good person, and the rabbit doesn't eat grass by the nest! Don't do this with me. Do you think I am the young age of them? You'll be fooled by you if you say you're fooled? Don't say you're going to get over it. When you get back to this deal, you will suffer from the two girls getting along! Humph!" Ye Shan pinched him angrily.

Little Toya grew up on the prairie. The girls on the prairie have a special skill and are good at distinguishing plants and trees. For example, they can help you pick wild vegetables at will. You can know what is edible mushroom and what is poisonous mushroom.

This Saiyin Mountain has outstanding people and has grown many useful herbs, but these are all Mongolian medicines. Ma Ya, who grew up in Xing'anling, must not recognize it.

Toya came back with a handful of motherwort without any effort.

"Can this prevent inflammation? Isn't this just dry grass?" Ma Ya looked at the dry herbs and looked mocking. She thought she was the successor of the treasure and recognized the treasure of heaven and earth.

"It's really OK, sister, believe me. I swear to Changshengtian, apply it to him and prepare to reduce the fever and swelling in two hours." Little Toya patted his chest and promised.

Ma Ya took over the motherwort and smelled it. Fortunately, although this herb can cure the disease, it must be non-toxic.

"Brother, your little beauty has picked you the motherwort. Hurry up and apply medicine!" Ma Ya's tone was very disdainful, and she could hear it as harsh as it sounded.

"Uh...I..." The first time I saw Ma Ya's attitude towards him, I scared Wushuang, a big man. He is the leader of the Northeast thief. He has tens of thousands of thieves under his command. His expression is extremely funny. I guess only Ma Ya can conquer him in this life. In fact, what are you afraid of as a little girl? It's not that he is afraid, but that he always feels that he owes her too much and cannot compensate.

He whispered to Ye Shan, and asked Ye Shan to say a few more good things to him, but who made him humble? He had to make a young woman, so Ye Shan ignored him.

"Look at your death! Humph! I really don't know the pitifulness, okay! I'll spare you for the sake of my brothers!" Ma Ya found a way out for him.

Turning around, Ma Ya smiled and said to Toya, "Little sister, you said this motherwort can reduce inflammation and swelling, right?"

"Yes, that's right, we Mongolians don't lie." Little Toya said naively.

"Since it is a herb, can it be eaten?"

"Of course."

"Okay, then do you mind taking a bite first?" Ma Ya's words were not to make things difficult for her. To prevent accidents, it might be if there was a poison she had never seen before in this herb. She had not forgotten the poison of Geertai in the Gobi Desert!

"Yeah, don't go too far! The girl is kind, so why bother?" Wushuang couldn't stand it anymore. This was the first time Ma Ya was a man. I didn't expect that women were the same. If the other party was a man, Ma Ya might not have been like this.

"What can't be eaten?" Toya was kind and didn't realize that Ma Ya was deliberately making things difficult for her. She took a piece of macadamia and threw it into her mouth and started chewing it.

The war between women may not require swords and guns to meet each other. Ma Ya has already won the battle. In fact, she knew that the herb was not poisonous, so she deliberately wanted to make things difficult for her.

Ma Ya mashed the herbs and applied it to Wushuang on the wound behind her back. When the motherwort was just pressed on her back, Wushuang felt a coldness penetrated into the wound. The scorching pain behind her disappeared, and she felt much more relaxed.

"You go to bed for a while. I'll ask my brothers to prepare some food. Remember to call me when you wake up." Ma Ya covered him with a blanket and took Ye Shan and Toya out.

The body, full of trauma, was finally able to relax. Wushuang was sleeping so comfortable. The yard was full of his own people, and Ye Shan was here. This girl was very smart. With her here, he felt relieved.

"Give it to me! Give it to me! Give it to me!" A dim voice came from the sleep.

Wushuang stood up from the blanket.

"What do you want?"

"Give me...I want them!" The voice seemed to come from outside the house.

Wushuang looked out and saw a bunch of small clay dolls in front of the door. These little things were all very well-designed, and they couldn't even see the carvings. They were simply made of molds. Some of them were wearing Mongolian robes, some were wearing hunter's leather jackets, and there were even three beautiful girls inside, one in a fashionable fashionable women's clothing... This... isn't this Ye Shan? Isn't this long-haired woman Ye Shan?

And this one, this mud doll is wearing a set of autumn clothes and long pants. Isn’t this Ma Ya? Even the big braid behind her can see the texture of the hair.

No need to think that the girl in Mongolian robe must be Toya. How could they become clay dolls? Why did it want these clay dolls?

It's that guy again! That black-faced general! Didn't he die by himself on the battlefield of the ancient fortress? Why would he still have the same dream? And he kept chasing himself to Saiyin Mountain? What was he?

"So what if I don't give it?" Wushuang pulled out the dagger and said angrily!

There was no dark figure in the Huang Temple, no sound, as if all the subordinates had really turned into mud dolls under their feet.

At this time, a yellow sand hurricane suddenly blew from outside the temple, almost overturning Wushuang to the ground.

He suddenly opened his eyes and woke up again, the same nightmare! The same experience. He was sweating heavily and gasping heavily.

"Anda! What are you doing?" Outside the Zen room was Toya's voice.

"Get out of Toya! Anda must kill that Han man today." A man said to Toya in a non-standard Chinese.

"Anda, he is injured! If you really have a grudge, wait until his injury heals before he gets beaten? We are Mongolians, and we cannot use such despicable means!" Little Toya roared, his voice hoarse!
Chapter completed!