Chapter 1159 1159: Guang Ji Liang (Part 2) [Ask for monthly ticket](2/2)
After sweeping away the drowsiness that lingered on the hospital bed, he suddenly became energetic. He Shu saw that he was so excited that he forgot to put on his shoes and stepped on the cold ground with his bare feet, and asked: "When did you start caring about these false reputations?"
Qishan said: "I don't understand this."
"He really doesn't understand."
Qi Shan said proudly: "What I care about is this false reputation. What I care about is that Chu Wuhui is not on the list. Since we entered the master's tent, we have been having conflicts. He relies on his gray hair,
He always puts the record of the old man in front of the Lord. The Lord respects the old and loves the young, and follows him every time and puts me at the mercy of him. Now he has completely lost, and I am the one who comes out on top!"
Turn over and sing!
He Shu was speechless after hearing this: "That's it?"
Just outdoing Chu Wuhui made him so happy?
The Qishan I know is not like this.
Under normal circumstances, shouldn't Chu Wuhui be killed?
Qi Shan asked back: "Isn't this enough?"
He Shu: "..."
"The situation here in Shangnan County is stable. I will go to meet the Lord in a while. You'd better not stay in Shangnan, pack up and let Haogu take your wife and children to set off." He Shusha
He had met too many powerful families in Shangnan County, and he had been subjected to intensive retaliation during this period, but none of the assassinations were successful. If he didn't leave with him, it would be impossible to stay here.
He Shu said: "Yeah."
Qi Shan wanted to give some instructions, but his body began to shake as soon as he took a step. He held the table with both hands to keep from falling, and the familiar feeling of weakness surged up again. He Shu put the back of his hand against his forehead, and it felt hot.
"Why is the fever coming back again? I'm going to call Doctor Xinglin."
Even if Qi Shan is going to die of illness, he can't die here.
"No, I know where the lesion is." Qishan stopped He Shu from getting up, and said with a hint of gritted teeth, "Don't pay attention to it, it will be fine in ten and a half days."
It is normal that doctors Xinglin cannot detect it and cannot cure it.
Because this is not an ordinary disease at all, but Kang Jishou, the God of Plague, is too powerful, and the aftermath has also swept through him. This is also the main reason why the medicine prescribed by Xinglin doctor is not bitter, but after drinking it, he feels that it is so painful that his soul goes to heaven. It is completely
I suffered for the Lord. When I thought that the Lord was more unlucky than me, I became even more angry!
When will Kang Jishou be able to perfect his way of ruining the scribes? His master was almost sent away by a fish bone, and he also slipped down the river embankment and almost drowned. Thinking about that feeling still makes him tremble.
He Shu: "..."
Frontline camp, main tent.
Shen Tang is doing two things at once.
While dealing with government affairs, put your mind into a virtual perspective.
It is also summer, and the temperature in the Central Continent is obviously much higher than that in the northwest. Although the air is not as humid and hot as the southwest, it is not as dry and dry as the northwest. There are no clouds in the sky, and only the breeze blows, bringing the slightest breeze. A hint of coolness.
Deep in the mountains and riverside, corpses litter the ground.
"Which little thief... dares to intercept and kill the royal court official?"
The bearded man, covered in blood, was kneeling on the ground covered with sharp gravel. There were deep wounds on his chest, back and arms with bone and flesh visible. Judging from the shape of the wounds, they were all stab wounds.
The bald woman who was scolded by him sat on the back of two stacked corpses, wiping the edge of her sword with an indifferent expression. She didn't even raise her eyebrows when she heard the words: "Prince's life officer? Is this some kind of life-saving talisman?"
After saying that, a group of thieves dressed as rangers burst into laughter.
The harsh laughter made the man feel even more frightened.
"You're not afraid--"
"You're not afraid, so what should I be afraid of?"
The woman's rhetorical question choked the man's words back.
It was this sentence that made the man's pupils tremble, showing obvious fear. He tried his best to hide it, but the woman was too lazy to listen to his sophistry. She raised his chin with the edge of her sword: "Tell me, where is the token? If you cooperate obediently, you can still do it." Leave a whole body."
If no one is good at torture, this time would not be wasted.
When the man heard this, he seemed to be grabbing at a life-saving straw, biting it to death and refusing to say anything. If he didn't say anything, there was still a way to survive. If he did, he would see the King of Hell immediately.
Shen Zixu Tang burst into laughter.
"It's true that I won't shed tears until I see the coffin."
If you don't want to be toasted and fined with wine, and you don't want to die in an honorable way, you can only use some means. She grabbed the man's bun and dragged him to the water. The man was puzzled at first, but in the next second, a huge force came from him. There was a sound coming from the top of my head, and my whole head was pushed into the water.
The smell of liquid pouring into the nasal cavity is unpleasant.
When he felt like his lungs were about to explode, his head was pulled out.
As soon as he took a breath, he was violently pushed back.
After going back and forth more than twenty times, the man's strength was exhausted, and the look in the bald woman's eyes was filled with fear. Shen Zixu Tang's lips sneered: "I can kill you, or I can make you unable to survive. You can’t die, just take your time and play!”
Why don't you know better?
Does she seem to be a very patient person?
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No. 11 took exam three, and the coach asked No. 10 to practice driving all day long and make final preparations...but that day was the Dragon Boat Festival, alas.
Chapter completed!