Chapter 1280 Must Be Very Bitter

Xiaoqing shook her head: "I'm not leaving, son, I'll wait for you to change your clothes."

Saying that, Xiaoqing leaned towards him.

Song Lang immediately took two steps back and said solemnly, "No need, I have something else to tell you."

Xiaoqing looked at his two hands, the two hands that had never been stretched out in his sleeves.

Want to ask but dare not ask.

Song Lang didn't give her a chance to ask, "You go to the Fuyuan Inn to pick up someone. Her name is Hu Lifeina, she is from the Western Regions. If you say I let you go, she will come back with you."

"It's a woman?" Xiaoqing frowned, how could the son bring a woman back from the Western Regions?

Song Lang said: "It's a woman, you have to be careful with her, try not to talk to her, don't eat what she gives, and don't let her touch you casually, take two carriages, and don't sit with her."

Xiaoqing looked puzzled, "Who is this Hu Lifeina? Why can't you touch her?"

Song Lang said, "Don't ask so many questions, just do as I say, and go now."

Xiaoqing snorted, his eyes never left the son's body, his hand still did not stretch out, his face was darker and thinner than before, and his clothes were much looser. In the past two months, the son has gone through What?

After Xiaoqing left, Song Lang walked slowly to the door, looked outside with a probe, and after confirming that no one was there, he stretched out his hand and closed the door tightly.

Of those two hands, one was already skinny, and to put it nasty, it was no different from the skeleton of the dead man.

Although the right hand is not as frightening as the left hand, it is also much thinner than ordinary people's hands. This hand is the one that Bai Zhi accidentally saw when she was in the Oriental Garden.

He was too excited at the time, he didn't hide it for a while, and he showed his feet in front of her.

And Bai Zhi's temperament, she will never stop like this.

So how was he going to explain it to her?

Lifting up his sleeves, the crook of his arms is a watershed, half as thin as firewood, and half as normal.

The same goes for the other hand.

He took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a few drops of black oil from the bottle, rubbed it in the palm of his hand, and then smeared it on his two thin arms.

It seemed to be very painful, he frowned and gritted his teeth, his forehead was sweating, but he never said a word.

After a burst of excruciating pain, he opened his eyes and looked at his arm again, which seemed to be fuller, a little better than the previous misery.

But he knew in his heart that this was only temporary, and in a short time, his hand would return to its original state, the way it was before the medicine was applied.

He needed to confuse Hu Lifena's eyes in this way.

Otherwise, that woman would be Bengali's way of making conditions on him.

Fortune Inn

After Xiaoqing asked the shopkeeper, she went straight to the door of the Tianzihao room and knocked lightly.

A woman's voice came from inside. It was quite nice, with a hint of lazy coquettishness, completely different from Bai Zhi's crisp and sweet voice.

"I'm Xiaoqing, my son asked me to take you home."

As soon as Xiaoqing's words fell, she didn't even hear footsteps, the door opened, and a very charming face suddenly appeared in front of her.

This woman was wearing a red dress, that kind of fiery red, like a fire.

She has very special long curly hair, big eyes, and very white skin. Except that her eyes are brown like hers, she really looks like a woman from Wuboguo.

It's very beautiful, the kind of coquettish beauty, and the figure is also very enchanting. You don't need to say anything, just stand in front of a man like this, I'm afraid most men will not be able to walk.