Good luck and fortune come to the end of the world, the boss brings prosperity to the whole village

"Master, you can't even recognize my voice?" The pretty face behind the veil turned red with anger, and her beautiful eyes widened.

Ouyang Lan cursed in her heart: This damn old man! During the years in Beijing, this old guy praised her as a rare genius in using poisons, but now he can't even recognize her voice?

It can be seen that the relationship between master and disciple is also fake!

Then don't blame her for being cruel.

Old Man Gu identified her carefully and said, "You are Lan'er! Why are you here?" He only had two apprentices in his life, one was Ouyang Lan, and the other was Song Jixiang who later became his disciple.

"Master, let's talk outside." Ouyang Lan pretended not to know Song Jixiang and walked past her without revealing any flaws.

A strange fragrance was left in the air.

It turned out that he was Doctor Gu's apprentice.

No one cared and found a place to rest.

Doctor Gu stepped forward with a smile, "Jixiang, this is your senior sister, come and meet her."

"Lan'er, if you have anything to say, go outside and say it. Jixiang is not an outsider!"

Song Jixiang's nose twitched and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

She had only smelled this strange fragrance on one person.

"Hello, Senior Sister. We meet again."

As Song Jixiang approached, a strong wind blew towards Ouyang Lan, blowing her long veil to the ground. Ouyang Lan screamed, took several steps back, and covered her bald head.

"Lan'er, what's wrong with you?..." Old Man Gu couldn't believe his eyes. Was his disciple sick or poisoned? Was she still the most beautiful woman in Shangjing?

"Let me speak for her!" Song Jixiang succinctly recounted the evil things Ouyang Lan had done in the Fairy Valley.

"You, you actually used forbidden techniques to make pills! And used women's blood as medicine!" Old Man Gu really couldn't imagine how the well-behaved and sensible child in front of him could become like this, so hideous!

"Hehehe," Ouyang Lan laughed briefly a few times, "I have to thank you, Master, for teaching me so well!"

If it wasn't for the old man in front of her who brought her into the world of medicine and poison, if it wasn't for her extremely high talent and the idea of ​​making Ningxiang Pills, how could she have won the favor of the imperial concubine and made their nearly declining Wenyuan Marquis Mansion prominent in Shangjing.

What's wrong with her?

"Girl, for the sake of my old face, let her go!" Old Man Gu sighed.

Song Jixiang nodded readily.

Let it go now and kill it later. Anyway, Old Man Gu doesn't know either.

"Give me a fast horse!" Ouyang Lan ordered proudly.

Song Jixiang pointed outside.

Outside, under a big tree, there were more than a dozen strong and tall horses tied up.

Ouyang Lan didn't even look at Doctor Gu again, nor did she say goodbye, and ran towards the tree.

Song Bowen raised his head, his eyes lit up instantly, and he shouted with all his strength: "Miss Ouyang, save me, save me..."

"you know me?"

"I know you. The Third Prince has shown me your portrait. I entered the wilderness according to the Third Prince's instructions and searched for you. I didn't expect to be caught by this group of barbarians..." Song Bowen hurriedly praised himself.

Taking this man with him might be of some use. Ouyang Lan ordered the guards, "Let him go. I want to take him away!"

The guards ignored her and had no intention of releasing him. Ouyang Lan was so angry that she stepped forward and tried to untie the rope tied around Song Bowen.

Several big men drew their weapons and tried to stop them.

"Let them go!" Song Jixiang came over and watched the two men leave with interest.

Today is a good day, it’s a good day to kill!

They make a perfect pair!

After she and Xiao Ruyi had lunch with the people in the camp, they returned to their tents. Taking a nap was a very good excuse.

No one knew that the two of them had already run ten miles away.

The roar of the motor echoed in the quiet woods.

Ouyang Lan looked back in confusion. What was that sound?

After eating some dry food, Song Bowen had regained some strength, and there was also confusion in his eyes.

What noise was so loud that it drowned out the sound of galloping horses?

"Hello?" Song Jixiang waved to the two people while sitting on the motorcycle.

When she came out, she had already asked her younger brother for his opinion. She kept Song Bowen alive just to vent Xiao Qi's anger. Now that Xiao Qi has let go of everything in his past life, let her, his sister, help him understand the grievances of his past life!

"You, didn't you promise Master to let me go?" Ouyang Lan looked at Song Jixiang, who was always at the same level with her, with horror on her face, her voice trembling and full of despair.

"That happened three hours ago. You can only blame yourself for being unlucky. It's really fate that I met you again!" Song Jixiang smiled.

Ouyang Lan looked ferocious, and she sprinkled countless poison powders, but it had no effect at all. She had seen the miserable state of the young master of Black Cloud Castle, and knew that she was no match for him. At this moment, the only thing she could do was to whip the horse desperately, hoping that the horse could run faster.

Song Bowen was so frightened that his face turned pale. He also slapped the horse desperately and cursed at Song Jixiang, "You are trying to be a kinsman! You are not a human, you are a monster!..." The thing under her seat was not a product of this dynasty at all. If she was not a monster, what was she?

Unfortunately, the horse's speed is not fast enough compared to the locomotive.

Song Jixiang slowed down, jumped up, and pounced on Ouyang Lan and the man beside her like a nimble cheetah.

She didn't want to use her special powers to deal with these two people. She wanted to use the most ancient way - to kill them with her own hands.

The sharp blade easily cut open the throats of the two people, and blood gushed out and splashed on the ground, forming a shocking blood flower. Ouyang Lan and Song Bowen widened their eyes, their faces full of disbelief and unwillingness, and fell to the ground with a plop.

Song Jixiang stretched out his vines with disgust and rolled the two of them down the cliff.

The two horses could not be wasted, so they were put into the space.