Han Nobita frowned and took it out without any trace at this time.

He had a lot of pills he had obtained from Tianzong, including a seven-orbital spiritual pill, which he thought should be useful.

But when the mute said it was a natural stubborn disease, Han Daxiong interrupted this idea.

After following Tang Ming for a long time, I naturally knew that the difference between congenital diseases and acquired diseases was very big. Sometimes, congenital chronic diseases are not necessarily defects.

Just like Xiao Qingling, the lord of Longcheng City, before she met Tang Ming, her cold pulse disease was almost a terminal illness.

However, after meeting Tang Ming, not only can you get rid of danger, but your physical condition will also undergo earth-shaking changes.

Han Daxiong didn't know what the mute was, and he didn't dare to try it.

After all, as Tang Ming's brother, he knew that the guy who occasionally looked careless was very concerned about the person he liked.

"Brother, tell me how you used thirty-eight cavalry to break the formation and fly the great army?"

Seeing that the mute had almost eaten, Han Daxiong diligently handed over a glass of strong wine and approached him and asked.

The mute took the liquor and drank it all in one go.

Han Daxiong obviously discovered that when the mute poured the liquor and picked up a dead branch beside him, the momentum of his body changed slightly.

In the spacious camp, the mute took a dead branch and drew on the ground, pointing and pointing at the same time.

Han Daxiong stared at the crisscrossing trends on the ground without turning his eyes, and a trace of cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

Although the mute on the ground only outlined some shallow lines, Han Nobita seemed to hear the sound of horse hooves shook the sky at this moment.

More than 30 people attacked the hosts, which was an incredible move.

In addition, with Tang Ming in it, Han Daxiong was naturally extremely nervous.

When the mute cut a line in his hand into it, Han Nobita's heart was raised to his throat.

At this moment, the mute picked up the branch, pointed to the wound on his chest, and then pointed to the flying thread, looking proud.

"You blocked the sword for the young master?"

Han Daxiong looked at the old man in front of him who couldn't say a word, his eyes were full of respect.
Chapter completed!