Super Student's Three-realms Army

Therefore, Yan bao'er's only way to make a living doesn't work in the world, which means that she can't make money.

If Yan bao'er wants to leave from Zhang Xiaofan, it's easy to imagine how hard it will be if he can't make money

Now, I live with Zhang Xiaofan and follow him.

At least she won't worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation. She doesn't have to live a hard life, and can happily play around the world.

After thinking of this, Yan bao'er's mouth rose and showed a sweet smile.

And this scene, of course, is to the side of Zhang Xiaofan to see in the eyes, remember in the heart, the heart is a secret abdominal Fei.

"This little girl's skin, isn't it a set for me on purpose?"

"Emmmm... I'm not a human being. I'm not a human being. I'm going back to the city."

“....”

"Oh

At this time, a pitiful howl that made people feel numb suddenly sounded, pierced the silence of the morning.

As you can see, although the surface base of a small wooden house is not big, the window glass is covered tightly by thick black opaque curtains.

Even if it was bright outside, it was still as dark as night inside the cabin.

In the middle of the cabin, there was a wooden cask of camphor about one person high. The cask was full of reddish brown green medicine bath, and there was extremely strange dark brown blood floating on it.

Under the barrel, there is a bonfire burning, which makes this small cabin full of pungent Chinese medicine.

"Crunch..."

At this time, the door of the wooden house was pushed open from the outside. Soon, an old woman with a horse face came in with a bent body. One of her faces was covered with wrinkles and age spots, without any expression.

The old woman with a horse face was rickety and thin, and her whole body was covered in a black robe.

She narrowed her eyes, changed her five fingers of her right hand, and hit it with real vitality. Then she saw that the bonfire was burning like a bucket of gasoline. The fire was more than several times bigger than before.

With the gradual increase of the fire, you can see the man in the bucket. The scream in his throat is also up an octave.

The old woman turned a deaf ear to the scream of the man with broken arms. She took out a handful of Chinese herbal medicine from her black robe and threw it into the boiling barrel.

See, with the man's hysterical, hoarse scream, in his arm wound position is also constantly black brown poison blood, from a little, a little forced out.

However, it took more than 6-7 hours for such a process to detoxify snake venom from early yesterday morning to now.

Even, in the end, because of the long time howling, roaring, the voice of the man with broken arms is almost unable to make a sound. He can only squeeze out "hiss... Hiss..." from the vocal cords instinctively, just like a broken bellows