When Sheng Luoan heard the noise, his first reaction was that something heavy had fallen to the ground.

She subconsciously looked up and saw a masked man in black lying face down on the ground under the wall.

His shoulders and back were stained with blood, and he didn't know which part was injured.

"Hey, how are you?"

Sheng Luoan struggled to turn the man over, reached out and patted the man's face without fear, "Wake up! Hey, wake up."

The man's face was covered with a black cloth, and a black hat was tied on his head. Only his narrow, closed eyes were exposed, and his long, fan-like eyelashes cast a shadow on his lower eyelids.

Just by looking at this, Sheng Luoan knew that this man must be a handsome man.

It looks a bit familiar.

Sheng Luoan shook the man several times, but he still didn't wake up. Instead, he shook a wound on his shoulder open, and blood began to pour out of the wound instantly.

Hold the grass!

Sheng Luoan jumped two steps away, looked at the bright red blood on his hands, and frowned fiercely.

I wanted to leave, but in the end I decided to stop the bleeding first for the sake of the man's good looks.

After all, she was indeed a bit rough just now.

Thinking that these ancient swordsmen would carry bottles and jars with them to treat injuries and stop bleeding, Sheng Luoan squatted down, wiped his bloody hands clean on the man's clothes, and then began to touch everywhere on the man's body.

All in all, it hasn't been long since she traveled to ancient times.

Therefore, she has not yet figured out the places where things can be hidden on these ancient clothes.

So, I'm sorry, I can only touch it randomly.

As soon as I touched it, I discovered something incredible.

This man looks tall and thin with little flesh, but once he gets his hands on it, it feels extremely hard and strong.

Even through the clothes, you can feel the lumps of chest muscles that hurt your hands.

Is this the so-called dressing to look slim and taking off clothes to look slim?

Sheng Luoan was both shocked and satisfied!

After a while, Sheng Luoan indeed touched two small, delicate and clear gourd bottles, one green and one white, in the man's arms.

She raised the corners of her mouth and couldn't help but praise herself: What a smart person!

Then, when she raised her head, she ran into a pair of unfathomable dark eyes that were staring at her quietly.

"Ahem, don't get me wrong. I didn't mean to molest you. I just wanted to find you some medicine. Your wound is bleeding."

Sheng Luoan raised the medicine bottle in his hand and explained awkwardly.

Gong Moye's eyes moved from Sheng Luoan's face to the two bottles in her hands.

Then he moved up the length of her neck that looked like a white lotus root exposed outside the collar, and returned his gaze to Sheng Luoan's face.

His dark eyes immediately flashed with an unknown meaning.

He recognized the woman in front of him, dressed as a maid, as the second young lady of the Sheng family who had boasted about his lack of skills a few days ago.

For a moment, Gong Moye wanted to pull off that ugly face, kiss those two bright red lips, and let her see if his skills were good or not!

But in the next moment, he suddenly realized that Sheng Luoan, who was supposed to be waiting for worship at the new house, actually appeared here in disguise.

The reason is self-evident.

That is, she wants to escape.

Thinking of this, a hint of evil flashed in Gong Moye's eyes: Very good! I'm thinking of running away before I marry him!

At this time, Sheng Luoan saw that Gong Moye was awake and didn't say anything. He simply shoved the two bottles in front of his eyes impatiently and asked: "Which one is for spreading the wound medicine? This one? Or this one?"

Gong Moye glared at Sheng Luoan hatefully, and then indicated with his eyes that it was the green vial.

Sheng Luoan murmured in his heart: Is there something wrong with this person? She saved him out of kindness, but she felt like he looked at her as if she owed him money.

She was dissatisfied, so the movements of her hands were also very rough.

After uncorking the bottle, without even looking at it, he turned the bottle over and pointed it at the wound, shaking a thick layer of powder into the wound in retaliation.

He didn't know if the medicinal powder contained irritating ingredients. Sheng Luoan saw the man frowning fiercely and groaned, and a thin layer of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

She felt a burst of joy in her heart: Huh! You don't know a good heart.

Finally, after Sheng Luoan sprinkled the medicinal powder in the green bottle, she curiously opened another white bottle.

I poured a few dark pills into my palm, fiddled with them, and asked casually:

"This should be taken internally, right? It looks like mouse droppings. However, if you take it internally and externally, the injury will heal quickly. So, why don't you take two pills?"

Just now, before Gong Moye could stop him, Sheng Luoan drank a whole bottle of golden sore medicine that was specially prepared for him by a certain medicine god. He couldn't find a second bottle in Jizhou.

He hadn't had time to feel distressed in the future, but now, he saw her starting to juggle the same rare and precious bottle of golden medicine.

Suddenly, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

His cold eyes, like steel knives, didn't even have time to hit those two exquisite and lovely white jade hands.

Then he saw the white jade hand coming straight towards his face, with the right target, which was the black cloth on his face.

court death!

Gong Moye cursed in his heart, and quickly grabbed Sheng Luoan's wrist with his iron-like palms, his eyes terrifyingly sinister.

Sheng Luoan was in pain, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he glared at the man in displeasure, "What are you doing? I gave you medicine out of kindness and you don't appreciate it? Could it be that this medicine is poison?"

Gong Moye's nerves relaxed, he snorted coldly, let go of her wrist, and grabbed the medicine bottle in her hand.

Then, he calmly poured out two pills and put them into his mouth from under the black cloth.

"It turns out he is mute!" Sheng Luoan muttered.

Then, he sighed in disappointment, put the few pills he was holding back into the man's hands, stood up, patted his clothes, and said:

"Okay, your wound has stopped bleeding and you have taken the medicine. Don't forget that you owe me a favor. I'm leaving."

After taking two steps, Sheng Luoan remembered something, turned back and asked, "By the way, can I take the liberty of asking you, who is the person you want to assassinate?"

Gong Moye raised his eyebrows and looked at Sheng Luoan.

Sheng Luoan continued to test: "Is it that dog... cough, is it the Marquis?"

Gong Moye hesitated for two seconds and nodded.

I thought Sheng Luoan would change his attitude and distance himself from him.

Unexpectedly, she excitedly took back the pill bottle from his hand, poured two more pills into her hand, and imitated the action he had just taken to stuff the pills into his mouth.

However, the speed was so fast that Gong Moye had not yet reacted to her magical operation.

I felt a slightly bitter medicinal taste spreading on my tongue.

Before he could frown, Sheng Luoan slapped him on the shoulder again and said, "Brother, take two more pills, the injury will heal quickly."

Something strange flashed across the tip of Gong Moye's heart, and just as the corners of his lips were about to curl up, he heard the woman add: "When your wound stops bleeding, hurry up and carry out your assassination plan! It's best to take advantage of the newlyweds' visit.

Succeeded before."

In front of the church, he was suddenly assassinated, and the kiss was nothing. I feel happy just thinking about it!
Chapter completed!