After doing all this, Han Yun sat on the bed and became idle, wondering how the sparrow is now? What is the "Heavenly Level Water Spirit Root" mentioned by the evil woman?

Han Yun thought for a while and took out the small gray bottle he got from the fish's belly today and started playing with it. At this moment, his chest was burned hard again. Han Yun screamed in pain, and the small bottle fell to the ground. Han Yun took off the black jade sign in anger, stared at it for a long time before he could helplessly throw it aside, leaned over and picked up the bottle.

"This bottle must be strange, and it will not break even if it does!" Han Yun took the bottle and peeked in, with a strange look on his face. He wiped his eyes and peeked again. This time, Han Yun confirmed that he was not dazzled. He saw tiny spots of light appeared in the bottle, like stars adorned in the night sky, completely different from the grayness during the day.

Han Yun was surprised and inserted his middle finger into the bottle and tried it. This time it was a cool feeling, which was very different from the warm feeling during the day. Han Yun scratched his head in confusion, trying to pull out his fingers.

"Uh..." Han Yun was tragically finding that he couldn't pull it out, and his knuckles just stuck at the mouth of the bottle. So when you see the hole, don't insert things randomly, as it would be impossible to get tragic.

Han Yun tried his best but still couldn't pull it out. He couldn't help but get angry. He went out and found half a brick and slapped it down. It turned out that the brick was broken, and the middle finger was rubbed blood.

Han Yun walked back to the room cursingly. Suddenly, a hot feeling came from the bottle. Han Yun felt that his fingers were about to be burned to ashes. The pain made his eyes dark and he fainted on the ground.

"What the hell? My master's finger!" The first thing Han Yun did when he woke up was to look at his middle finger. Hey! His finger was still there, but the bottle was gone. Han Yun was overjoyed and pinched his middle finger.

"Ah! It hurts, it turns out that it's not a dream!" Han Yun jumped up happily.

"Uh... you're awake!" Han Yun then realized that the "erhu" was sitting on the bed and looking at him coldly, with his eyes as if he was looking at a fool. Han Yun secretly wondered if the bottle was taken away by Erhu.

"What's your name?" His voice was a little hoarse, but he was much more energetic. The man's eyes were too bright, and Han Yun felt like he was seen through at first sight, which made him very upset.

"Han Yun!" Han Yun said unhappily. He had saved his life at least, and actually spoke to the young master in such a condescending tone.

"Hmph!" Erhu snorted coldly, raised his hand and threw a piece of stuff over. Han Yun reached out to take it and found that it was the black jade sign he threw on the bed last night. It seemed that Erhu sang wanted to confirm whether the sign was his own and at the same time test whether he had told the truth.

"Hey, this is my thing, don't move around, okay? If the injury is healed, get out of here immediately!" Han Yun said angrily, the more he looked at this erhu with a stern face, the more he disliked him.

Erhu Zi's bright eyes turned cold, his right hand slightly bent, then let go, and said coldly: "Boy, just these words are enough for you to die ten times!"

Han Yun rolled his eyes and curled his lips, "Save it, you can't walk steadily, be careful that I'll throw you out!" He didn't bother to pay attention to him after saying that, and he had to help Aunt Zhao's house to pick up firewood today.

Erhu Zi showed murderous intent, raised his right hand and put it down, hesitating, but hesitated, but finally did not take action. Han Yun walked out and closed the door heavily with a bang.

"Hmph! Boy, let you be proud for a few more days. After I'm injuring, I'll kill you!" Erhu said in a low voice, his voice was as ethereal as a yellow oriole coming out of the valley. Erhu listened carefully and found that Han Yun was really walking away. He waved his hand and set up a barrier in front of the door before carefully taking off the cloak, revealing the tight black clothes inside. His figure was actually very delicate and erect, clearly the woman's body.

Erhu Zi turned around and took off her top, revealing the smooth and smooth pink back on her back, but the skin tone on her neck was sallow, which was very inconsistent with the skin tone below her shoulders.

Erhu Zi wanted to take out some medicine and sprinkle it on the wound. He moaned in pain, put on his clothes quickly, put on a cloak, walked to the table, frowned and held the teapot with a broken ear and swayed, and showed a look of disappointment on his face, and cursed: "Black and lazy!"

Erhu Zi took out a bag of medicinal powder and swallowed it, then took out a piece of shiny thing and pinched it in his hand and started to sit. At noon, Han Yun came back, holding two rice dumplings in his hand, which were given by Aunt Zhao.

Han Yun pushed the door and found that he couldn't push it. He couldn't help but wonder. The door tie of this door had been broken long ago, so why couldn't it be pushed open? After trying it twice, it was a weird one!

"Erhuzi, what are you doing on the top of the door? Pretend to be a big girl! Your second master!" He pushed hard, and the door opened in response. Han Yun used too much force and staggered in, and stumbled hard and snatched "Hungry dog ​​rob shit". Fortunately, the two rice dumplings were not flattened.

Han Yun climbed up in a mess, looked around, and found that there was nothing to hold the door. He looked up strangely, and saw Erhu put on the hood again, sitting cross-legged on the bed, staring at him with murderous intent, unable to help but be startled, and retreated to the door and held the spear in his hand.

Erhu Zi's eyes flashed with a hint of sarcasm, and his voice was as cold as a knife: "What did you say just now? Say it again!"

Han Yun naturally would not be so stupid that he thought that there would be a reward for saying it again. He held the spear in his right hand and held the rice dumpling in his left hand, and said vigilantly: "Your Second Master!"

"Previous sentence?" Erhu Zi said coldly.

"Your uncle!" Han Yun was happy. The erbeard's head was rusted and made the young master scold him.

"You are looking for death!" Erhu Zi's eyes showed a murderous intent, and stretched out his right hand, and a blue shadow shot out. When the broken teapot on the table was smashed.

Han Yun was shocked. What kind of magic is this? Without thinking, he threw the spear out of his hand, and it was powerful and he was so strong that he could directly hit Erhu's throat. If Erhu had another magic trick, his head would probably turn into a teapot. He would be the best at first and then suffer the consequences.

Erhu Zi wanted to scare Han Yun, but he didn't expect Han Yun to attack him first, and his intestines were so blue that he regretted it. He should have killed this black boy just now. A "wood sting technique" just now consumed a little bit of spiritual power that was barely condensed. The room was already narrow, and the blink of an eye came to his eyes. Erhu Zi couldn't help but close his eyes in despair, but he didn't expect that he would die in the hands of a mortal without any spiritual power.

"Huh?" Erhu opened his eyes and saw that the pointed spear was still in Han Yun's hand. Han Yun was staring at him contemptuously. It turned out that there was a slender beef tendon rope wrapped around the tail of the fishing gun. The beef tendon rope was about ten feet long. The index finger was pressed on the small ring made of the rope head. After throwing it out, the fishing gun could be retracted.

"Why don't you kill me? Did you see my true face?" Erhu said calmly. Han Yun was actually a little scared. Punching people is different from stabbing fish. When the pleasure of stabbing the gun turned into a sense of fear, Han Yun finally pulled the fishing gun back. Perhaps when Han Yun experienced the pleasure of stabbing people with a shot, he would be overjoyed.

"You are too lazy to kill you, so you have dirty my bed. You can go back to the pile of firewood right now, or get out immediately!" Han Yun said coldly, but he was very surprised in his heart why Erhu asked himself if he had seen his true face. What does this have to do with killing him or not?

Erhu stared at Han Yun, silent. Han Yun was angry by his eyes, and walked to the bed a few steps and lay down. Erhu was startled, bounced up and landed, and stood firmly, looking at Han Yun lying on the bed with a little laughter and laughter.

Han Yun raised his legs and stared at Erhu like a provocatively, saying, "Erhu, you are still a man, you are even more fragrant powder! Are you disgusting?" He said and sniffed.

Erhu was stunned, then suddenly realized that Han Yun's rogue look was a little pleasing, just a little bit, and said coldly, "I... Master Dao likes it! Nothing to do with you!"

Han Yun made a nauseous and dry retching action, smiled and looked at Erhu Zi meaningfully. Erhu Zi was so furious that he saw, and said coldly: "What are you looking at? Are you impatient to live?"

Han Qu said leisurely: "Why are so many people looking for your whereabouts?"

Erhu's son trembled clearly, and then said calmly: "It's not your business. If you want to survive, it's best not to ask where to ask!" There was an unquestionable tone in his tone.

Han Yun curled his lips. There must be some treasure on the Erhu, otherwise so many people would have searched for him. If it weren't for him, Scarborough wouldn't have met the evil woman of Shuiyue Sect. Thinking of this, Han Yun couldn't help but turn dark. He got up and picked up the rice dumplings on the table, peeled off the leaves in a few seconds, and ate them all. The ugly way to eat was. After eating, he wiped his mouth, returned to the bed and fell asleep, and soon he made a slight snoring sound. The speed of falling asleep was really excellent.

Erhu Zi was stunned and cursed: "Pigs!" He walked to the pile of firewood, frowned, and took a cleaner seat to sit down. He stared at Han Yun on the bed for a while, confirming that he was asleep. A flash of light on his hand had already added a gray bottle, exactly the same as Han Yun's one, but I don't know if it was the same.

Erhu Zi looked at it several times and then looked into the bottle again. The suspicion in her eyes became heavier and he stretched out her middle finger with her right hand and penetrated into the mouth of the bottle. It seemed that this was human nature. After repeated trials, Erhu Zi's face turned darker. When he pinched it hard, the bottle immediately broke.

Erhu's face was ashes, and his whole body was shaking, obviously angry. The "spirit-Crafting Pure Bottle" he took forever was actually fake. Erhu almost went crazy and calmed down for a long time.

For several days, Erhu was sitting there quietly practicing. Han Yun looked at it strangely several times. This Erhu really had the ability to sit. One seat lasted for several days, without eating or drinking. If Han Yun changed, he would not be able to sit for an hour and would have to be suffocated. Han Yun even maliciously guessed that the Erhu's butt must be covered with acne.
Chapter completed!