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Han Qing disappeared again, he firmly believed that the training bird that left the nest would return, because the cage is the safest place. ...Xiao Jingyu

Three days later, Han Qing went to the secluded place at night, leaning lazily on the tree pole, watching the bright last quarter moon, waiting for the latest news from the puppet worm.

"Ah Qing..." Fan Moya was dressed in a black robe and overcoat, and came slowly. His thick black hair was glowing in the moonlight, and his handsome and deep face was staring at his lover on the tree, bringing With the excitement of a tryst.

"How did you find out?" Han Qing asked with a slightly icy attitude as he restrained his scattered thoughts and nimbly descended from the tree.

"Ah Qing, I miss you so much. I can't sleep or eat just thinking that Xiao Jingyu will touch you these days. I searched through all the ancient books day and night, and finally found a new clue to the poisonous gu."

Fan Moya stepped forward and hugged Han Qing excitedly, and brought Han Qing's thin waist into his arms, like a loyal dog who has done meritorious service, excitedly asking for credit to his master.

Han Qing didn't care about his offense, and with a calm face, after listening to his words, he secretly became excited, and instead grabbed Fan Moya's strong arm, although his tone tried his best to conceal the urgency, but still revealed a bit of anxiety, asked : "What is the clue?"

"You have to kiss me first." Fan Moya suddenly made an ambiguous request in an emergency.

Han Qing's expression turned cold, she pushed Fan Moya away, and said coldly, "If you don't want to talk about it, forget it." Then she turned and left.

Han Qing walked ten steps forward, seeing that Fan Moya didn't turn back to the past, and walked more and more slowly, turned around angrily, and saw the man standing under the moon, with a sly smug expression on the corner of his mouth.

I haven't seen this kid for a few days, and he is good at routines. He really has a brain, and he focuses on taking advantage of him every day.

"Hey..." Han Qing reluctantly approached him, and hurriedly brushed over Fan Moya's right cheek like a superficial speck of water, and urged in a harsh tone, "Say it!"

Fan Moya covered the remaining moisture on his cheeks, full of joy, and explained the information he found in his hand in detail.

"You mean, the real name of this Gu worm is Huanqingsi. It is an ancient secret Gu that has long been lost. It is specially refined by Gu masters to prevent lovers from changing their minds. There is a way to break it."

Han Qing didn't expect Xiao Jingyu to use a gun to deal with him, feeling cold in his heart, and asked with a frown.

"The thread of love is hard to pull out, the two are in the same heart, and a thread is born with thousands of strands, endlessly.

Xiao Jingyu planted a seed Gu on you, and there must be a mother Gu in his body. This Gu was formed in ninety-nine days and 81 days. When the two grow up to each other, they can agree with each other, fall in love with each other, and will never be separated.

If the mother Gu is killed or injured, the child Gu will be killed or injured, if the child Gu is killed or injured, the mother Gu will become increasingly depressed and die of heartache.

Outsiders have no solution to this Gu, unless the Gu performer voluntarily relieves the Gu.

I have refined a potion that specifically inhibits the growth of love threads in your body, which can prevent Xiao Jingyu from controlling you, but Gu poison is easy to grow and resistant to drugs, and the validity period is only three months.

Ah Qing, don't worry, I will undo the Gu for you before the love thread is born, and no one can take you away. "

As soon as Fan Moya took out the glass bottle in his arms, Han Qing slapped Fan Moya with all his strength, successfully snatched the potion with lightning speed, and stepped back briskly.

Han Qing triumphantly shook the potion in his hand, looked at the distraught Fan Moya, and said with a sinister smile:

"Thank you, Holy Son, for refining the potion for me day and night, and bringing you the latest news about Gu worms. From then on, we will never see each other again."

Han Qing is well-known for his cunning, and she was willing to bend her body under him before, probably because she used herself to detoxify him.

Fan Moya spat out a mouthful of blood, stood in front of the old Teng tree, clutched his wounded lung, and looked at Han Qing who fled away in a haze.

He knew very well that Han Qing was a human being, and in order to prevent the bridge from being demolished when crossing the river, he had already tampered with the potion. Today, Han Qing managed to run on the first day of the junior high school, but couldn't run to the fifteenth day.

Fan Moya took out a towel from his arms, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and treated this cunning and vicious rabbit, his heart was aroused with a greater desire to conquer.

At the other end, Xiao Jingyu and his generals discussed the decision to fight again in three days, and it was already midnight.

Xiao Jingyu passed by Han Qing's tent, and saw that the lights inside had already been turned off, thinking of that man's charming sleeping face, his mind was agitated.

Since he abducted Han Qing, he treated him like a guest of honor and never treated him badly. The two of them had no physical contact since they were in the bamboo forest.

Xiao Jingyu recalled the wonderful taste of that person's body, so he couldn't bear it, so he sneaked into the camp tent, but he didn't know it was in vain.

He couldn't perceive that person's position in his heart, so he knew that someone might hide Han Qing's tracks.

Xiao Jingyu guessed that Han Qing would have someone to help him, so he would definitely not return after escaping, but there was still a trace of luck in his heart, and he still wanted to sit until dawn, waiting for Yi Ren to return.

However, within a quarter of an hour after sitting down, the soldiers reported one after another outside the tent, and suddenly there was news that many granaries were on fire, and a large number of soldiers were poisoned to death by drinking the river water.

Who can jump around the barracks every day, who can get close to the water source in the army, the answer is obvious.

Han Qing left behind a masterpiece, which completely wiped out the remaining trace of luck in Xiao Jingyu's heart, and then a sense of resentment and anger of being betrayed arose.

Xiao Jingyu violently crushed a corner of the wooden table, raised his scarlet cloak, stood up and lifted the curtain, his phoenix eyes filled with anger, and ordered sharply: "Immediately, mobilize the remaining troops to attack Beihan..."

Unexpectedly, before the words fell, the soldiers suddenly reported that Bei Han suddenly launched an attack, which was imminent.

Mu Yun was caught off guard by the series of chess pieces that followed hand after hand. He hastily mobilized his troops to meet him. He suffered heavy casualties overnight and retreated hundreds of miles.

The general who led the army that night was named Yahehua. He defeated the enemy's [-] soldiers with an army of [-], and became famous in the first battle.

With Ye Hehua's qualifications, he is absolutely not qualified to be a general to fight, but tonight, in front of the new king, he issued a military order and volunteered to lead [-] troops to attack and attack the enemy. If he loses, he will hand over his head.

At this moment, in Beihan Yehehua's camp, there was an ambiguous sound, and the passing soldiers couldn't help but look sideways.

"Ah... take it easy..."

"Ah...it hurts...don't...don't..."

"Ah~~~" The suddenly ecstatic voice almost made people's ears red.

"Idiot! Don't make it so disgusting, it's like being raped." Han Qing pulled out the arrow on Ye Hehua's buttocks in disgust, and scorned fiercely with squinting eyes.

Ye Hehua blushed when he was told, touched his buttocks, and muttered in a low voice: "But, it really hurts..."

"Last night, I led the soldiers to fight, you as a deputy, it's okay to be useless, and you were shot in the ass."

Han Qing thought of how miserable she was when she was shot in the butt by a stray arrow and screamed when Ye Hehua was fighting last night, and secretly regretted that there was no equipment to record this scene.

"It doesn't work for me, I killed a person!" Ye Huhua struggled to argue with his neck stuck.

"Congratulations, you can finally kill people. If you don't kill people, I'm afraid I will be killed."

Han Qing thought that this idiot last night would only dismount the enemy as a vanguard.Secretly thankful for the blessing of the Buddha, when he was attacked by someone, this idiot dared to kill and saved his life.

"Brother-in-law, what if the second brother asks me to continue fighting?" Ye Hehua raised his head, looked at Han Qing who was sitting beside the bed and was cleaning his spear, and asked nervously.

"Fight, anyway, with me by your side, I'm afraid of a bird! You just obediently accept the credit." Han Qing wiped the silver gun with a solemn face, and turned around and said contemptuously.

"But, didn't you say that the Gu poison on your body is still unresolved? I'm afraid of you..." Ye Hehua felt uneasy when he thought that Han Qing still had unresolved Gu poison.

Before Ye Hehua finished speaking, Han Qing suddenly fell to the ground and rolled over, covering his head in pain and howling.

Ye Hehua anxiously helped him up and asked, "Brother-in-law, what's wrong with you?"

"Damn it! There's something wrong with the antidote Fan Moya gave me." Han Qing's headache exploded, and he wanted to hit the ground, gnashing his teeth.

"Hehua, knock me out!" Han Qing was dripping with cold sweat, feeling as if a golden hoop was being put on his head, his forehead was getting tighter and tighter, and he was about to be strangled, he said angrily.

"Quick, what are you doing standing there!" Han Qing struggled violently, and Ye Hehua almost couldn't hold him, so he could only make a fool of himself and knocked Han Qing unconscious.

Ye Hehua looked at Han Qing who was plotted against in his arms, and couldn't help feeling angry. After putting him gently on the bed, he hurried towards Fan Moya's tent aggressively.

"No, disturb the Holy Son!" The soldiers suddenly stopped Hehua, who was furious, and ordered coldly.

Ye Hehua saw that they wouldn't let him in, so he shouted at the door one after another: "Fan Moya, don't you hide in there for the young master, and be a bastard tortoise!"

Fan Moya was doing morning meditation, when he suddenly heard someone outside the tent disrespectfully calling out his name and insulting him, his handsome face was very sullen.

This voice is very familiar to him, but it is Han Qing's loyal follower... Yehehua.

It just so happened that he was not free, so he took the initiative to come to the door to avenge his bloody revenge last time, just in time!

"Ye Hehua, what do you want from me?" Fan Moya pulled open the curtain abruptly, his thin lips curled into a "gentle and kind smile".

"You despicable villain, quickly hand over the antidote." Ye Hehua looked to the left and right, leaned closer to Fan Moya, and whispered angrily for the antidote.

"Oh, Han Qing is with you?" Fan Moya's silver eyes floated, and he glanced at the young boy who exposed Han Qing's whereabouts.

"He's not with me." Ye Hehua quickly lied and denied it, but in Fan Moya's eyes, it was a low-level cover-up.

"He has a headache, hehe..." Fan Moya knew his poison well, and Ye Hehua didn't deny it.

"You want Han Qing's antidote, yes, you have to get under my crotch and bark a hundred times like a dog." Fan Moya's silver eyes were full of malice, but his tone was full of harmony and kindness. It seems extremely false.

"Okay, you save my brother-in-law first, and I'll get into it." Ye Hehua was really angry, but he had no choice but to curse Fan Moya for being narrow-minded and treacherous.

"Hehe, of course." Fan Moya walked all the way, and the soldiers were all very respectful and respectful when they saw him. Ye Hehua gritted his teeth angrily behind him, secretly hating that everyone didn't know his true face.

Fan Moya was the first to lift the curtain, his silver eyes staring at the unsuspecting Han Qing lying quietly on the bed, approaching step by step with the interest of a safari, his thin lips hooked proudly.

Fan Moya's hands were extremely disrespectful, and his fingertips frivolously ravaged Han Qing's beautifully shaped red lips.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Seeing that he was disrespectful to the imperial brother-in-law, Ye Hehua grabbed his arm and shouted angrily.

"Let go, do you still want me to save him?" Fan Moya stared at the dirty finger holding him with disgust.

Yahwe let go of his hand aggrievedly, and secretly clenched his fist.

"Go out, don't come in without my order." Fan Moya commanded condescendingly, Ye Hehua bit his lip angrily and shook his hands out, waiting in the camp with humility.

Not long after, some abnormal voices came from inside. Jehovah was outside the tent and asked vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

In the camp, Fan Moya's calm voice came: "Hehe, of course, I'm saving people, don't disturb me, or if something goes wrong, don't blame me."

Yehehua was furious and annoyed, but he had no choice but to wait until the sun was directly overhead, and then there was the sound of Fan Moya allowing Yehehua's foot licking from inside the tent.

Ye Hehua opened the curtain, and just about to squeeze in front of Han Qing, Fan Moya's handsome figure deliberately blocked him, spreading his hands to block the way.

Fan Moya spread his feet, pulled up the bottom of his robe, stared sideways at the impatient Yehehua with his silver eyes, and said maliciously: "It's time for you to fulfill your promise."