"Say, what's going on!"

Nangong Mo had never seen the dead soldier he trained, so cowardly.

The four of them looked confused and could not say a word for a long time.

"Don't you remember?"

The four of them nodded hard.

"Then why should I slash her?"

The four of them thought for a while: "Miss Meng gave her an oral in person."

Nangong Meng was almost fainting from crying: "I clearly told you to chop Xi Zuer's hand. You guys, come and chop me, are you crazy?"

"Xi, Zu, Er..."

Nangong Mo chewed these three words on his lips, and there was an indescribable smell.

It seems that this name hides the attraction that makes people want to find out.

"Is it the female classmate who bullied you?"

"Yes, Uncle Fourth, it's her! Uncle Fourth, you must be fair for me this time. My hands are ruined. How can you get the full mark in the college entrance examination?"

"Your hand is not her. Are you suggesting that you have your own stupid order to punish your secret guard?"

"Uncle Fourth...I don't mean that, I, I don't dare..."

Nangong Meng knew that her uncle was moody.

He didn't protect the Nangong family very much, and sometimes he couldn't guess what he was thinking.

Gripping her teeth, she tentatively made suggestions: "Uncle Fourth, do you think the secret guards have been infected with something? Otherwise, the people you trained will never lose control like this. Otherwise, please ask Master Wuming to see if it's good?"

I will first praise the fourth uncle and then make careful requests. Is it possible to pass this time?

Nangong Mo pondered for a moment: "Wu Ming is doing my business for me, and I'll talk about it when he comes back."

Nangong Meng wailed: "Woooo... I won't feel happy if that Xi Zuer lives for one more day!"

Nangong Mo looked at her coldly: "If you don't deal with the broken hand, your whole arm will rot and you will die of sepsis."

Nangong Meng was so scared that she shivered. She didn't talk nonsense and wailed and asked the bodyguard to carry her to the hospital.

Revenge is important.

Life is going to be hard.

Anyway, she was sure that this matter was inseparable from Xi Zuer, so it was not that coincidence. She told the killing of people, but it ended up chopping her. Xi Zuer must have hired some special rituals to set up a life-death door for people, which harmed her.

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Deep in Qingcheng Mountain.

Bai Fei was bored by the grave, boiling medicine, dispensing medicine, missing Xi Zuer, boiling medicine, dispensing medicine, missing Xi Zuer...

Bo Gucheng did not allow him to leave here, he was almost free to grow grass.

"I delivered a fountain pen to the fairy yesterday. I don't know if she liked it or not. What should I do to the fairy today? Snack gift package? Lollipops? Ahhhh when will you be able to fill this grave? Let's go back to the city quickly?"

Bai Fei wished she could return to Xi Zuer in one second.

I really want to ask what the big bird she rode that day was from.

Just as he was muttering, he saw the soldier leading someone over, wearing a grey Taoist robe that looked unpretentious, and pointed at the grave pit.

He asked casually: "Who is that? Didn't Mr. Bo say that within ten miles, no outsider is allowed to come in?"

"Oh, Mr. Bai, you said that, that is not an ordinary person, but a master Wuming who is famous for the emperor. He specializes in feng shui for people, and fortune telling. After all, this grave pit is a bit evil, and there is an empty coffin in the middle. We want to calculate the completion date when it is landfilled to avoid being struck by lightning or something. Don't worry, those who do their jobs have a very professional ethics and will not reveal the secrets and secrets."

Bai Fei: "Oh."

Just as I was about to continue boiling medicine, prep medicine, missing Xi Zuer... Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed.

"Hey, wait, I'll tell him a fortune-teller!"
Chapter completed!