Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

"Get up! What are you doing?" Feng Jiu came up and glanced at him. He saw his forehead oozing blood, and frowned at him. He helped him up: "I will help you bandage it." So, led him to the stall.

The crowds around the crowd were scattered with the departure of those people. They originally thought that some people who had a lively view could see the brocade boy breaking his head, and the other one was the same as the cockroach. In my heart.

At the stall, Feng Jiu simply gave him medicine to wrap the wound, and then he said: "If you can't beat it, it's just a small wound. If it hits deep, it will be troublesome."

"They are all secretive, or how can I fall?" Zhu Yue said, some angry said: "I must tell me about this after I go back."

Feng Jiu turned a blind eye, poured a cup of tea and sipped, and looked at the stall's aunt who would eat and put on her food. She couldn't help but shine: "I know that these snacks taste good."

Between the talks, I have already eaten the chopsticks.

In the restaurant there, the shopkeeper hesitated, or let Xiao Er send them a roast suckling pig, smelling the smell of the fragrant spray, the two could not help but swallow the mouth, chopsticks a folder, big mouth to eat It’s up.

After the stalls were full, the two went to the inn to take a rest. In the guest room, Feng Jiu sighed and sighed. After practicing for a while, he took out the Yuanling, a flower-like spirit from the space.

"Hey!"

When the little thing saw her, she was intimately attached to her palm, and she was still pinching her eyes and staring at her with a pair of clear eyes.

Refining the spirit?

She thought about it, took the Yuanling back into the space, and then lay down on the bed. The refining spirit has only been heard in the old woman’s mouth. I have never heard of it elsewhere. How did the refining spirit be refined?

Closed my eyes and meditated. When the **** touched the green lotus seed at Dantian, I couldn’t help but sigh: I didn’t pay attention to it. At this time I saw how it seemed that the life was weak. Even the light is dull?

I was thinking, I heard the movement on the roof, and she heard it. It is the footsteps, although it is extremely light, but it is still heard by her Yuan Ying.

But seeing the sound from her roof and going elsewhere, she did not care. In this world, it is strange to be able to be peaceful. As for the things that do not matter to her, she still thinks less.

Thinking about it, she continued to fall asleep. However, when a scream came out, she twitched and jumped out and went out.

"Ah! Little to save me!"

That is Zhu Yue’s voice. Maybe it’s a good sleep. It sounds louder and more suffocating. However, the situation at his eyes is not very good. He is being framed by two black people and is on the roof to leave.

"Don't catch me!"

"Your troubles are quite a lot." Feng Jiu’s voice appeared in the night, watching Zhu Yue, who was framed by two black people, could not help but sigh: I really can’t be a good person, it’s a trouble. what!

And looking at these people, isn’t that the person in the evening? So she asked: "How come you are again? Is it your son's command?"

"Hey! You dare to say! Are you using the silver needle to count my son?" One of the guards snorted, and the angry eyes glared at Feng Jiu: "It is because of you that my son is now being detained. !"