ps: This book will receive its first recommendation tomorrow [strong recommendation from the category channel]. I am really grateful to the editor for searching. What is the future of this book? You can almost see from the results of next week. I really hope that all book friends can support you. Although the book is only more than 50,000 words at present, it is fattening, fattening, and not raising it. Most of the authors on the new book signing list during this period are old authors with considerable results. As an author who has been on the shelf, but in fact, he is still a pure newcomer. He said he has not suppressed it.

Li is a scam. After all, I hope that the book friends who don’t have many books can log in to their accounts in their spare time and vote for your recommendation vote for this book. If there is no recommendation vote, I hope to click it. Although the data is not the most important, it is absolutely indispensable. Perhaps it is because of your recommendation votes and member clicks that the book will go further on the list, allowing more book friends to see the book and write it better. Not many of them can be done, so I can only say thank you.

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Ji'er herself has not even opened her divine veins, so she naturally does not have any magical skills. However, the imperial temple in this sand city is one of the rare six-level temples in the southern wilderness. Perhaps someone inside can perform the "Blessing of Teresa".

While holding on to this kind of lucky idea, Ji'er ignored the time Ulu had experienced since he was poisoned, which has far exceeded the fact that the vague concept of "within a few minutes".

Maybe he just didn't want to face it. In her small head, Ulu still had breathing, his body still had temperature, which means that he was not dead yet, he still had rescue!

Since there is still hope, how can we not fight for it? Even if the Imperial Temple is like a dragon pond and tiger den for her, Paladin Mike reminded her not to go to the Imperial Temple. The burnt corpse lying nearby also said that she would search for the Imperial Temple to search for her traces during her lifetime.

Ji'er did not forget Mike's advice, but sometimes she knew that she could not do anything, because she had no choice.

"I will definitely be dangerous this time. I can't take him with me anyway, otherwise it will definitely affect him once it is exposed." Ji'er thought while tied her long loose golden hair into a ponytail, and then took out a handkerchief to tie it on her head as a turban, barely covering her biggest feature.

Apart from that, her clothes were ordinary and had no characteristics.

Then she gritted her teeth, touched some wall dust from the wall, and carefully applied it to her face and neck, making the exposed white skin covered with a layer of gray.

After a simple disguise, Ji'er helped Ulu up and tried to carry him on her back. However, although the latter seemed thin, she was also a man with a normal weight. Ji'er tried it several times and ended in failure. Her strength was too small.

In fact, Ji'er had to walk through Ulu's armpits with both hands and drag him away in a front-up position. Although the alley is rare and the dilapidated houses around him don't seem to be inhabited, it's not a good idea to throw Ulu on the road like this. Besides, there are two corpses nearby. Once they are found, it's reasonable and difficult to explain.

Therefore, before going to the Imperial Temple for help, Uru must be moved to a relatively safe place.

It took about half an hour before Ji'er moved Ulu to an old house a little further away, and then came back to take Ulu's package and the magic gun that fell to the ground.

After a while, her physical strength was almost exhausted. Her sweat wet her clothes, her hair was extremely messy, and the wall dust on her face was also stuck piece by piece by piece by piece by piece by piece by piece by piece. These became the best cover for her appearance.

In a room that barely blocks the wind, Ulu is lying quietly on the wooden bed, his heels have been worn out and the hem of the priest robe has become ragged.

Ji'er touched Ulu's forehead and looked into his breath, but was surprised to find that the high temperature in his body had faded and his breathing became smoother and more natural. Looking at his face, it was as peaceful as usual in his sleep.

"Can the plaster before really remove the bone-reinforced poison? He hadn't deceived me in this matter before?"

After discovering this, Ji'er's determination to take the risk of seeking help was immediately shaken. If Ulu's poison was really solved, wouldn't she have gone to die in vain?

When she found something wrong, when she came back to search for Ulu, it was when Ulu had killed the killer and collapsed to the ground due to the poison of rotten bones. She didn't know the process between them. In her subjective guess, Ulu must have used lies to drive her away, and then stayed with Mr. Mike as he had done, delaying the time for her to escape.

But now I think about it, perhaps Ulu had already removed the bone-corrosive poison at that time, and then fought against the killer and suffered both losses. Only one was dead and the other was still alive.

So, go? Or not?

Contradictory emotions stirred back and forth in Ji'er's heart, making her restless.

A slight burning wind blew into the gaps in the window and door, making Ji'er, who was exhausted both mentally and physically, feel a little dizzy. She brought a small stool, sat on the edge of the bed, lying on the edge of the bed, staring at Ulu's side face. This face cannot be said to be very beautiful, but Ji'er liked it more and more and gradually became obsessed with it.

"Go, I can't rely on simple guesses!"

The expression in her eyes became more and more firm. Ji'er suddenly stretched the edge of the bed and was about to get up to go to the Imperial Temple. Even if the sea of ​​swords and fires waiting for her there, she would not hesitate anymore.

However, as soon as she stood up, her brows frowned slightly. Her small nose wrinkled suddenly as if she smelled an allergic smell. A strange fragrance drifted over and was sucked into her nose.

It was not the faint fragrance of the Mengsang flower that Ulu had on him. Ji'er, who grew up in the desert since childhood, was still quite clear about the fragrance of the Mengsang flower. The fragrance she smelled at this time was even stronger than that, and there was also an extremely strange smell mixed in it.

It is a smell that makes people want to smell it again after they have smelled it once. It is like the rumored smell of poppy in the aristocratic circle, but it is not much the same as the poison that causes people to become addicted. This smell seems to be the kind of unmarked, willingly addicted, and will not deliberately think about why you are addicted, causing people to completely sink into it without realizing it...
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