The person on the bamboo couch has scars on his face, and he is as ugly as a ghost.

Arrange such people to serve the pillow and mattress unless Fengxing Pavilion's manager loses his mind.

Meng Qi couldn't speak anymore.

Before, there was only a shadow with a naked upper body vaguely seen from a distance, and his face was not facing the side of the pool. Who knows what it looks like? The next door was playing and singing, and everyone here arranged it. As Meng Qi was so anxious that he was "irritated". How could he not be angry when he saw this?

After being angry, I found that this was not the case at all. Meng Qi wanted to have a hole in place to let him dig in and calm down.

The doctor was so calm, but he was full of evil thoughts - no matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't hold on.

If you think about it carefully, the identity of the swordsman is obvious. Apart from the Piaopingge killer who covers his head and face, who needs Mo Li to look at him like this?

Meng Qi pulled the corner of his mouth and wanted to say something to fill the awkward situation. However, water droplets rushed to slide down the slender and white chest of the black carp, and the scene of scales could be vaguely seen in the shadows under the water.

He hurriedly reached out to cover his nose, and Meng Qi quickly wiped away a thread of blood that was pouring out.

The heart fire is strong and the spiritual energy is tumultuous, and it is directly created in the eight extraordinary meridians. It is reversed.

Even if you are an internal expert, you can only choose to control the lower part in this situation, or the upper part.

——You still need to choose? You can cover your nose and blood and wipe it with your mouth and nose.                                                   �

Does the national teacher want to be face-saving?

Mo Li was even more inexplicable. Meng Qi was dodging and refused to reach out to him anymore, so he could only guess.

"Well, doctor, have you caught someone?" Meng Qi gritted his teeth and tried his best not to look at Mo Li's inquiring gaze.

He turned around and pushed the swordsman who was staring fiercely here for a while.

The swordsman forced into the bed: "..."

Are you just afraid that he will peek? Who cares about it?

It is true that Mo Li's body has shaken the mind of the Taijing Dragon Vein and cannot control itself. However, this is definitely not the case in the eyes of others. If the swordsmen don't see the scales, they will only be shocked by the monsters if they see them. Without the scales? That's a man who looks good and is also a man. What else can he do?

The swordsman scoffed.

He felt angry and couldn't help but snorted heavily.

He thought this would get Meng Qi's sarcasm and even got a few kicks, but Meng Qi only focused on explaining to Mo Li.

——The kind of voice transmission into secrets cannot even hear a word from the swordsman.

After waiting for a long time, the knifeman could only snort again to show that he existed. If he wanted to kill, he would be cut off, what does it mean to put people under the bed?

The swordsman saw the corners of his robe and shoes from the corner of his eyes, and the two of them had already walked here.

“Cruff.”

Just sat on the bamboo couch.

A very ugly pink robe was thrown to the ground, and the swordsman's face turned completely blue.

Although he is just a killer, it is too insulting!

There are less than ten numbers of top masters in the world. When they practice martial arts to this level, they have a respect for people of the same realm. Only when they reach this point can they know how difficult it is. If you have anything to talk to those who don’t know the height of the mountains and the depth of the sea, the top masters will naturally appreciate each other. Therefore, the ancestor Qingwu will talk about ambitions and ideals with Meng Qi and Moli. It is impossible for others to listen to his crazy words. Therefore, the swordsmen always disdain Fengxing Pavilion because there are no top masters in Fengxing Pavilion.

The swordsman did not want to turn enemies into friends with Mo Li Meng Qi, but he still reluctantly admitted that these two people were powerful. But he took others seriously and didn't take him seriously.

Just when the swordsman was extremely angry and wanted to teach these two guys who humiliated him a lesson by trying to damage the foundation, he was suddenly pulled out of the bed with one hand and lifted it out.

There is no "absurd" or "unbearable" scene in front of me.

Mo Li's clothes are neat and her hair is loose.

Meng Qi changed into a crow-green robe, and her shirt was embroidered with crane patterns. You could tell at a glance that it was the best material. The guy from Tang Chi put it on a short table and prepared a replacement for Mo Li, but Meng Qi took advantage of it.

"It's Su embroidery. The price of southern goods has doubled compared to the Chu Dynasty. Fengxingge is really willing to do so."

Meng Qi was not happy when he wore clothes. What did Fengxingge want to please Mo Li like this?

Dig up your own secrets from Mo Li? Or more directly, and trick Mo Li to work hard for them?

"Is this our prisoner?" Meng Qi deliberately increased his voice, hoping that the swordsmen would recognize their current situation.

Talking about things can help get rid of those thoughtful and evil thoughts.

It’s not that Meng Qi wants to suppress it, but that this place is not good.

The most important thing is, if the scales that the black carp have not had time to fade have miraculous effects on you, what about the black carp?

——The dragon veins that can only become gerbils are dull.

He has no scales and can only shed hair.

Does this mean that doctors cannot be attracted by their "beauty"?

No, there must be other solutions.

Meng Qi was even more reluctant to reveal the reason for his abnormality. No matter how Dr. Mo asked, it was useless.

But if Meng Qi doesn’t say it, can Mo Li guess it?

After recalling carefully, Mo Li vaguely realized something. He looked around and gave up the idea of ​​turning back into the original form and revealing the scales, without exposing Meng Qi's ambiguity.

Next, the two of them turned their backs, dressed and changed their clothes.

After Mo Li evaporated the water droplets with internal force, Meng Qi dragged the swordsman out again.

The swordsman was about to sarcastically say a few words when he suddenly saw the remains of the stone bottle in Mo Li's hand, and his words stuck in his throat.

"The antidote is to be sent out regardless of your life?" Meng Qi said slowly, "Your subordinates fled to a cemetery. Since they have found a burial place for themselves, it will be as they wish."

"You killed them?"

The swordsman asked keenly, at this time Meng Qi had no evil spirit on his body, and the swordsman still had an ominous premonition.

"How can you not die if you are full of evil?" Meng Qi asked back, and at the same time he used the message to secretly tell Mo Li about the identity of the killers.

Eight out of ten have been wanted by the government, and the remaining two were kidnapped and questioned by Meng Qi. The result was that they were dishonest and insisted that this Tangchi was their territory.

"What about the two?" Mo Li's expression became more serious when he heard Shi Ping's expression.

“Hide in..."

"Take it here quickly."

Meng Qi responded, thought about it and found another intact stone bottle. The swordsman's pupils instantly contracted.

"What was turned out from the tomb should be the same medicine, so the doctor will take a look."

Mo Li took out a pill, broke it and tasted it slightly, then turned his head and vomited it out, and asked sternly: "A Furong?"

The swordsman was cold-eyed. Meng Qi tried to recall it for a long time before he thought of an ancient strange story. It seemed to mention such a brightly colored flower that the local natives regarded as holy medicine, and priests used it to communicate with ghosts and gods, listen to oracles, and also to stay away from all the pain and troubles of the world.

"What is A Furong? Poison?"

"More troublesome than poison."

Mo Li was full of shock and anger. Meng Qi suddenly felt a slump when he saw him losing his composure.

"I'll bring people."

After saying that, the figure flashed and disappeared.

Mo Li stared at the swordsman and asked, "Where did you come from this thing?"

The swordsman closed his mouth and said nothing.

"You know how terrible it is. Those who eat A Furong will never be able to live without it." Mo Li said word by word.

He will never forget this smell. County Xue Zhi had a black piece of A Furong, which emitted the same smell.

When talking about the "ghost poisonous vulture" Xue Ting, we have to say that he destroyed the entire Futu Temple within one month.

The Futu Temple was originally a place where a eldest princess in the previous dynasty raised her head. The secret passages below were complicated. After the princess lost her power, no one could care about the temple, so she was occupied by a southern Xinjiang mantra originally worshipped by the eldest princess.

The mantra master can't make a spell, he can poison it. What's particularly troublesome is that he is also a master of mechanisms.

The Curse Master accepted many disciples, who passed on from generation to generation, acted mysteriously, just like the Demon Sect. The righteous path of the Jianghu River wanted to wipe out them several times, but they all returned home under the power of the mechanism and the poison. The medicine was powered by countless deaths and injuries. Over time, the name of the Futu Temple was terrifying and no one dared to provoke them.

Xue Ting: It was this hornet's nest that was stabbed.

After the poke, I happily left the gold, silver, treasures and rare medicinal materials.

A Furong is black and inconspicuous, but she is placed in the most gorgeous box.

At that time, there were several pieces, which were the "holy medicine" brought by the curse master from southern Xinjiang. Xue Ting broke the thing into pieces and soaked it in water. After trying it with a rabbit for a few rounds, his face immediately changed drastically and burned it all, leaving only the smallest piece.

When County Magistrate Xue took out this piece of A Furong, Mr. Qin was also on the side.

"Plop."

Two people who were stuck in their mouths and tied their hands and feet fell to the ground.

Mo Li woke up from the memories, holding the stone bottle with his hand trembled slightly, then closed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "I'll call the people from Fengxing Pavilion."

"doctor?"

"This matter is quite serious, and it is not something you and I can find out in a short time."

Since Mo Li said that, Meng Qi naturally would not object.
To be continued...