Fast-passing sick and tender male god Shura field

Shan Ming stared at the woman's side face, hesitant to speak: "...Miss Nan..."

Nan Xian turned her head and stared at Shan Ming with a sudden smile: "Why are you nervous? Could it be that you also killed people and buried them here?"

"It's no wonder that this manyuan Fangfei grows so well, and the nourishment she draws comes from dead bodies!"

Although the woman was smiling, she saw that Shan Ming was trembling all over, and she argued inarticulately: "Miss Nan, Miss Nan, I didn't, the little one didn't kill people... These are all..."

Thinking of something, Shan Ming suddenly closed his mouth.

After pausing for a moment, she reminded with a troubled face: "Miss Nan, although you have a different identity from the younger one, the younger one has the courage to advise you, the less you know about the affairs of the family, the better!"

Nan Xian raised the corners of her lips with a half-smile, but said nothing.

Bored, he twirled the raindrops falling on the peony beside him, lowered his eyes for a moment, and was about to step up and continue towards Suiyuxuan with Shanming, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the side.

"Steward Shi!" Nan Xian called from afar.

Shi Xiu felt unnatural for a moment, then shouted a few words at the two young men who were carrying the corpse, and then forced a smile and turned around: "Miss Nan——"

Glancing at Shan Ming from the corner of his eye, he understood: "Miss Nan is going to Suiyuxuan to consult the Eldest Young Master?"

Nan Xian nodded, his eyes moved slightly, and he said with a smile: "Steward Shi is really hardworking, I have to trouble Steward Shi for all the affairs in the house, I don't know how Steward Shi plans to deal with these corpses?

The weather has been gloomy recently, and there is a lot of humidity and smog in the mansion. If it is not cleaned up, it may breed diseases. "

Shi Xiu's expression froze, and she turned around and said angrily to the two guards with dirty hands: "What are you doing in a daze? Didn't you hear Miss Nan's explanation? Hurry up and clean up these corpses, don't bring them into the mansion if you get sick! "

The two guards were holding knives in their hands, and pale arms and leg bones fell on the ground.

After being scolded by Shi Xiu, he hurriedly picked up the severed limbs and wrapped them in a white cloth. That skillful movement made Nan Xian's eyelids twitch slightly.

Those who survived in the Xiang Mansion, who can be careless?

Even Shan Ming saw something was wrong!

These dead bodies are not quite like the divided corpses, but rather...

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. When the breeze blew, he felt the coolness hit his bones. He quietly looked at the people next to him, but found that Miss Nan didn't respond at all.

For some reason, seeing Miss Nan's calm expression, Shan Ming calmed down a little.

I also thought to myself: Miss Nan is not an ordinary person, she is not even afraid of her own young master, so it is not surprising that she remains indifferent when seeing these severed limbs of dead people.

When Nan Xian and Shan Ming walked away, the smile on Shi Xiu's mouth disappeared, and there was more ruthlessness in her eyes.

A guard at the side asked cautiously: "Steward Shi, what about these things..."

Shi Xiu turned her head, scolded this bitch to herself, and said angrily: "Of course it's put in the ice cellar as before, to make cat food for Third Auntie's cat, do I need to explain this kind of thing?"

"Yes, yes..." The scolded guard didn't dare to raise his head, and hurriedly agreed with his companions, and continued to collect the stumps.

There was a commotion in the back garden, and the Suiyu Pavilion was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

From the time Nan Xian felt Xiang Yunzheng's pulse, the other party didn't say a word, if it wasn't for his stern eyes staring at her, Nan Xian would have thought that this person was a wooden stake.

Shan Mingzao sneaked out wisely.

Xiang Yunzheng was distracted for a long time. Seeing that the other party didn't speak, he frowned and pulled his hand out, sneering with disdain: "With your three-legged cat's medical skills, what can you diagnose?"

After finishing speaking, he frowned and looked at the scald marks exposed outside the veil: "What's wrong with your face?"

Nan Xian casually brushed the broken hair beside her ears, raised her eyebrows and looked over: "Want to see?"

"What the hell are you doing?" Xiang Yunzheng frowned.

As soon as the words fell, the brows frowned deeper, and he stood up suddenly and pressed Nan Xian's shoulders, looking at the ruined face with dark eyes, and said in a cold voice, "Who did it?"

"I ask you who did it?!"

The shoulder was pinched a little, Nan Xian frowned, looked at the gloomy young man suspiciously, reached out and patted his paw: "It's not you who was disfigured, why are you excited?"

Xiang Yunzheng was taken aback by the plain words, stared at Nanxian's face for a while, and snorted coldly: "It's so ugly!"

Nan Xian rubbed his sore shoulder inexplicably, took out the precious medicine that he had stolen in the morning from the medicine box, and said to the young man who was still haunted, "Is there a rhombic mirror?"

Xiang Yunzheng glanced at the busy person by the window, his frown never loosened, and he raised his voice, "Shanming—!"

Shan Ming, who was waiting outside, trotted in hastily: "What's your order, young master?"

"Find her a Linghua mirror!" Xiang Yunzheng's head seemed to be covered by a dark cloud, and the words he uttered were also cold.

Shan Ming didn't dare to be negligent, and when he handed the Linghua mirror to Nan Xian, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the face that was so ruined that it could scare a child to cry in the middle of the night, and his heart twitched again.

When Nan Xian was applying the ointment, there was a cold stare behind her all the time.

The ointment was not transparent, but emerald green. When he turned around after applying it, he was obviously taken aback by Yun Zheng's cold gaze, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"It's ugly!" Another cold emphasis.

Nan Xian looked back coldly without showing any weakness: "I won't marry you, why are you panicking?"

Hearing the sound, Xiang Yunzheng's expression changed, and he said in a cold voice with a sullen face: "It's late, you can only be my Xiang Yunzheng's wife in this life, do you think that old friend can save you? Don't wishful thinking!"

"It's best that he can develop the antidote for Wanmu, otherwise I will give him the worst way to die! Let his soul not be reborn after death!"

Nan Xian quietly rolled his eyes: Sure enough, the cannon fodder who died the earliest likes to say the most vicious words!

She ignored Xiang Yunzheng, walked around the room like a stroll in the courtyard after taking the medicine, and stopped suddenly when she saw the densely packed bullet holes on the bronze medal.

Yesterday she taught Xiang Yunzheng to use stones or iron blocks as bullets, and the bronze medal was not pierced.

But now there are many small circular holes on the bronze medal...

When Xiang Yunzheng saw her staring at his masterpiece without blinking, his mood that had been gloomy for most of the day suddenly swept away the haze.

With slightly raised jaw, he sneered coldly: "Yesterday you gave me so many blunt round bullets, did you treat me like a three-year-old child and play house?
This young master just sharpened the front ends of those iron blocks and stones, and the power is two or three times greater than before! "

In the boy's words, there was an uncontrollable complacency and a little joy of wanting to be praised.

After finishing speaking in a reserved and arrogant manner, she found that the woman did not respond in the slightest.

The face that was still in the clear sky before blinked and became gloomy again: "What? Do you look silly?"

Nan Xian's heart skipped a beat, how could she not know that a bullet with a sharpened tip would be more lethal?

In order not to let Xiang Yunzheng know, she only wanted him to use the gun as a small toy, so she deliberately taught him to use blunt round bullets.

After a long time, Nan Xian turned around slowly and gave a thumbs up: "Young Master, you are awesome!"

Hearing this, the corners of Xiang Yunzheng's mouth curled up involuntarily, he snorted softly, and saw that Nan Xian didn't look at him after a moment of silence, then snorted awkwardly: "The gun you made is not bad, it's quite interesting, I like very much."