Chapter 13 Cowhide Plaster

Looking at the smile on her face and the bright look in her eyes, and thinking of the softness of her hands and the touch of mouth to mouth, her face darkened again, but it was only covered by a large beard. The face didn't show up. Bayi Chinese w?w1w8.8881?z?w?. 8c8o?m

Seeing him turn away without saying a word, Feng Jiu was startled for a while, and after thinking about it, she followed up with her footsteps: "Uncle, we actually have a lot of fate, don't we? You see, we met here again, If that's the case, why don't we do it?"

Seeing him walking, he didn't pay attention to her at all, and she didn't care, thinking that it was really dangerous to run around in this place alone with her strength, but it would be much safer to follow someone like him.

So, he followed her when he left, and she stopped when he stopped. However, compared with her heartlessness, the cold aura on Ling Mohan's body in front of him became more and more intense. In the end, it was unbearable coldness. Glancing at her, he frowned and asked, "Why do you always follow me?"

He considers himself to be not an approachable person, and those who have met him usually keep a distance of three steps away?

Even if the ignorant person was chased away by him again and again, he would no longer follow him cheekily, but this woman couldn't be shaken off like a cowhide plaster.

"Because I only know you!" She looked at him as a matter of course, her eyes flashed a little bit of narrowness, but the expression on her face was extremely serious: "After you gave me a piece of silver, I recognized you. , you are a great man!"

Ling Mohan had blue veins floating on his forehead, his brows jumped, his face was tense, and even his thin lips were tightly pressed into a line. He glanced at her with deep eyes, and continued to walk forward without speaking.

If he had known that a piece of silver thrown at him had caused him such a piece of cowhide plaster, he would not have thrown it away, no matter how much trouble he put on him. God knows that he didn't reward the piece of silver with good intentions at that time, but just took out another piece of silver from his waist, and saw a little beggar squatting there and threw it out. Who knows...

Feng Jiu, who followed Ling Mohan, saw that he was going deeper, his eyes flickered slightly, looking at the black figure in front of him, and asked, "Uncle, is it true that I heard that there are many beasts in the inner circle? Ben didn't expect him to make a sound, but he didn't want to hear that indifferent and cold voice.

"If you know it, leave."

"Uncle, I'll be by your side to collect medicine, and I won't cause you any trouble." She had just probed her lower veins, and the poison in her body had been mostly resolved after spitting out the blood. Herbs should be about the same.

Originally, she planned to release the poison in her body and leave Jiufulin, who made her meet this uncle again? She thought about following him to get some more medicine. Although she was in the inner circle before, she was only in the outer circle of the inner circle, but now she followed him to the depths, and she felt a little excited. with anticipation.

I don't know what kind of herbs are in it? It is said that the more dangerous the place is, the more likely it is to pick the elixir. If she can pick the elixir, it will be even better, and she can sell it even if she doesn't need it!

Besides, her current appearance was ruined by that Su Ruoyun, and she felt terrifying even when she saw it herself. Naturally, she had to find a way to heal the wound on her face, otherwise it would be too much to live with such a face for the rest of her life. Shame on her monster name.