The national costume of the king's glory is a girl

Chapter 672 Two more
Jiang Ye: "..."

what the hell!

This old crooked!
As soon as the old doctor finished speaking, Qing who was standing beside him looked at Jiang Ye differently.

A "I really adore you" look.

Thanks to Jiang Ye's eyes are lethal.

otherwise.

These two people must not ridicule him to death now.

After the old doctor finished bandaging him, he clapped his hands and said, "Boy, don't think I'm long-winded. If you really like it, you have to think about the stakes in it for yourself. I don't think Mei's identity is worth it." So easy."

"Yes. I see." Jiang Ye agreed seriously.

He really... thinks she is not simple.

It's not that the old doctor was alarmist.

Come to think of it, she is Win, the well-known national uniform king in the circle.

Now it is the sharpshooter who died back then.

In addition, it was born under Mr. Wen's knees...

He still doesn't know how many secrets there are in the middle...

Also, her previous relationship with Wen Liu...

She and Lu Xianglan are still close friends...

One can imagine the complexity in the middle.

He thought, when she woke up, it was time to have a good talk with her.

***
Japan.

A scene similar to a sky garden.

Located on the mountainside, it is a whole piece of green onion and flowers.

However, in this seemingly clean, natural and refreshing place, there are many traps everywhere.

It did not meet the expectations of God Wenliu.

Lu Xianglan really came to her door...

The two guards, Shen Mubai and Mo Ran, followed him the whole time.

at that time.

Lu Xianglan already needed to walk with a cane.

The toxin invades the bone marrow, and I don't want to find a transplant that matches me...

His leg is going to be useless!

Wen Liu had already guessed that he was coming.

So when the dead man saw them, he led them into the antique pavilion without asking any further questions.

Wen Liu was sitting in the courtyard, making tea.

Still dressed in white, with long hair, sitting there, alone, lonely and desolate.

"Wen, Liu, Pavilion, Down."

The moment Lu Xianglan saw him, she almost gritted her teeth and shouted out every word.

Onew didn't turn his head back.

He didn't even stop making tea.

He just said lightly: "Mr. Lu, have you thought it through?"

"I don't believe you don't have an antidote!" Lu Xianglan supported his crutches. At this moment, because of the pain, his expression was very grim.

He was given such a big blow by Wen Liu!
Wen Liu's poison...no one can cure it!
Everyone on the Dao knows this!
"Mr. Lu guessed right, I have the antidote, but I don't want to give it to you." Wen Liu said calmly, as if he didn't care about Lu Xianglan's anger at all.

Lu Xianglan's expression was grim: "Your Excellency Wen Liu, aren't you afraid that I will fight you to the death!?"

"Afraid?" Wen Liu seemed to have heard some joke, and the corners of his lips slightly raised, "Mr. Lu, the person who should really be afraid...is you."

"Only if you cooperate with me and work hard for me, can you continue your life."

Wen Liu brewed a cup of hot tea, picked it up slowly, and took a sip with incomparable elegance.

He continued to open the mouth and said lightly: "I don't want much, it's just a whole territory, the five major forces are all for my use; all over the world, call me king, when the time comes, whatever you want... I will give it to you. Just one A military division... can make you so embarrassed, what a joke."

(End of this chapter)