Lan Xiu gritted his teeth: "How ... how do you fight so hard?"
Luo Qingyu closed her eyes and didn't speak.
"Qing Lan, you can stand a little." He reached out to reveal some of the broken clothes on her, and I don't know if he was nervous or distressed, his fingers were slightly shaking-
Suddenly, he was a flower in front of him, and his body was tingling, and the whole person couldn't move there!
A scimitar was sideways in his neck: "Who sent you?" [
Lan Xiu's eyes gurgled and turned, looking at Luo Qingyu unbelievable.
The little girl who was still lying there just now did not know when it was jumping. The round moon machete in his hand across his neck was cold and cold, so that all the cold hair on him stood up and dance ...
"You, Qing Lan, what are you doing? I, I can't rest assured to visit you, heal it for you, why do you ..." Lan Xiu was angry and helpless.
"Healing for me?" Luo Qingyu smiled with lips, and the corner of his lips evoked a touch of mockery: "Very good, let me see your injury!"
Take your hand and take the ointment in his hand. The crimson light flashed, and Lan Xiu's arm had an extra blood mouth, and the blood flowed out: "Oh, you are also injured, then use this ointment to treat you with wounds.
stop."
Luo Qingyu will apply the ointment to his wound ...
Lan Xiu's face changed greatly: "Don't!"
Luo Qingyu tilted his head and looked at him: "Why not? Isn't this medicine a sacred product?"
Lan Xiu's complexion was dead, and he couldn't speak.
"Say, who are you? Who sent you?!" Luo Qingyu brought the scimitar again on his neck again.
"Lan Xiu" closed his eyes and didn't speak.
Luo Qingyu had no intention to be more patient with him, and said coldly: "You don't say forget it, I'll send you directly on the road!"
The machete in his hand should split his head.
‘Lan Xiu’ is a look of death, as if life and death and degree.
Luo Qingyu glanced at him and smiled slightly: "It is better to send you on the road like this, it is better to use the ointment you give me."
Slowly torn the 'Lan Xiu' with a piece of clothes, and then applied to him with a placket with an ointment.
'Lan Xiu''s face changed tragically, and she called, "No!"
If Luo Qingyu sent him on the road with a machete, he gave up the skin at most, but if he used this cream, then he would really be scattered!
Luo Qingyu's fingers, Liang Liang looked at him: "Then tell the truth!" [
‘Lan Xiu’ is full of unwilling eyes: "What do you see?"
He is very similar to that, there should be no flaws ...
Luo Qingyu turned the scimitar in his hand and smiled indifferently: "Lan Xiu didn't have so many nonsense."
And how can I want to treat her by himself with such an old -fashioned temperament?
‘Lan Xiu’ closed his eyes, but I did n’t expect that I would make it clumsy ...
"You're smart!" The gate of Jianmen opened again, and a purple robe man came in.
Luo Qingyu's eyes narrowed slightly, but I didn't expect this big boss to be here in person!
The handsome and distinguished is the emperor. It is the emperor.
‘Lan Xiu’ has a tragic face, and he does n’t care about the machete in Luo Qingyu's hands. He kneels down: "His Majesty forgiveness!"
Tiandi glanced at him coldly, just spit out one word: "Roll!"
‘Lan Xiu’ rolled and ran away, Luo Qingyu looked at the Emperor coldly: “His Majesty came to send me on the road?”
The emperor's eyes were slightly complicated, and he didn't speak for a while.