Ning Ji was thinking about "What are my traces of my conspiracy and tricks" and hearing the last sentence, I couldn't help but jumped up and scolded.

He probably understood the attempt of the other party. Looking around now, there was a mess, and the woman on the bed was swallowed up, but at a glance, the woman who had been in a long time was not a loss.

I was scared enough, but honestly, she did not die today, it was a proper response, and after all, she bluffed the other party.

It's just that this stinky Xiaodie probably won't be grateful to himself.

As for some psychological shadows -there is no popularity in this era, so Ning Ji is still at ease.

Of course, after such a fierce fight, as a military doctor, Ning Ji looked at the girl on the ground, and was considering whether to do something carefully for her.

Struggling on the ground, she knelt down first, and then she was ready to stand up.

"Ha, stinky Xiaodie, you're okay ..."

Ning Ji comforted her.

"Woohoo, oh ... Sun Wukong, you are not dead ..."

The girl's face was stained with blood, a big flower face was very embarrassed, her tears emerged from their eyes, and two marks were drawn, and she looked funny in Ning Ji.

His hands on your waist.

"How can I die!" Then, "You ... what do you think, is there any pain now? Is there any bone broken? You feel it carefully and tell me ..."

"Woohoo, oh oh ..." Xiaodie looked at him with a ghost face, and then looked at the outside, and walked aside like an old lady, "You just die, wait ..."

"……ah?"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute ..." The girl stunned, walked to the corner of the room side, and squatted down again. She extended her hand to the foot of the cabinet, and seemed to be planing.

The butterfly dragged a small bag from the ground, and it seemed to be some gold and silver.

"If you offend the government, the government is coming, you run quickly ... I have heard of it before, mixing on the road, you have to bring more gold and silver, I have a little here, you take it quickly ...

… Is the Dragon Son died? "

"……ah?"

Ning Ji looked at this touching scene with twitch, and Fang Rui Tao, who was wrapped in the quilt in half of the bed, also watched this scene, and found out: "Take it, hold it, take it ..."

"What ghost ..."

"Woohoo ..."

Xiaodie stuffed the bag in his arms.

Later, the girl reached out and wiped her eyes and wiped out a long trace. After that, she walked towards the outside of the house: "You go quickly, you go away ... Don't be caught by the dog's dog Dongxi ... I help you

Block them, I'll help you block them ... Woohoo ... "

Ning Ji tilted her head and watched the other party walking over the door of the courtyard. She walked farther and farther and farther. The sunlight shaking in the evening in the evening.

"Hush, hush ..."

Fang Rui Tao on the bed revealed his head: "Dragon son ... is he dead?"

"Oh, he died."

"Don't tell him me ... Ah?" Fang Rui Tao stunned.

"A group of neuropathy ..."

Ning Ji threw the small bags he installed in his hand on the stool that was not broken.

When he turned his head, he would go out and leave.

In the yard, the girl is still moving forward.

Tall figures fall from the air.

Swallowed Yun Wang's side, showing a white smile.

"I saw it. Teach you a good."

He waved his palm.

Xiaodie raised his head.

Giant iron sleeves, cover the clouds.

Nympho

In the evening, gold spread.
Chapter completed!