Chapter 179 The Misery of a Turtle Slave

Duan Rong listened to Hongxueyi and said clearly.

Lan Ying is weak all year round, and it seems that Gu Suxiu has raised his body.

Duan Rong's medical skills at this time have long been far more than Gu Suxiu. He smelled Lan Yingwang and had touched her symptoms.

The illness of Lan Ying lies in the heart, but I am afraid that the medicine is useless.

"Girls still have to make herself more happy to see well. Forgive Duan, the girl's illness lies in the heart, not the medicine can do it."

Lan Ying looked at Duan Rong's shiny eyes and touched her heart. What is your own problem, you are the most clear.

Lan Yingdao: "Sir, in this words, in a word. Unfortunately, how can my temperament be happy?"

Jiang Qingyu and Ximen Kandan sat there, all confused, listening to the song clearly, why suddenly talked about medicine. Moreover, Duan Rong seemed to understand the medical science, and both felt that they couldn't get into the mouth for a while.

Duan Rong smiled slightly and said, "At least start with more cheerful songs."

Duan Rong said, at least when he walked to the desk, he was on the desk on the desk, and he took the dragon and snake.

After Duan Rong was written, he handed the paper to Lan Ying, saying: "The girl can sing the word and compose it, and be able to be more open -minded."

Lan Ying looked at Duan Rong's appearance, his eyes were puzzled, but he still reached out to pick up the paper and looked down.

I saw the paper on the paper.

Qiu Qianqian, get up and fiber. Delong flowers are thin, thin sweat and light clothes. Seeing the guests come, the socks are sloppy. He walked back, looking back at the door, but smelled Qingmei.

This word is clear and small, and a few words will make the girl innocent, shy and cute, and outlined on the paper, such as in front of the eyes, in the heart.

In the last sentence, when looking back at the door, it sniffed Qingmei, and it was even more eye -catching. It seemed that he pulled people into a carefree young age.

Lan Ying looked at the word, her eyes suddenly brightened. She held the paper to the piano table and started to adjust the rhyme. Lan Yingben was quite rhythmic, and he was very happy. Soon, he sang on the piano platform.

A song, even Hongxue heard that it was different, saying: "The girl sang this time, like a bird ..."

The tune is happy, the words are clear, and the voice of Lan Ying naturally turns clearly, and the prestigious and decadent state of sweeping the front song ...

Lan Ying was happy, looking at Duan Rong, and said, "It's really a happy song, singing and singing, but it seems to go back to the past time ..."

Lan Ying said, his eyes flashed tears, he got up on the piano table, and squatted to Duan Rong.

Poetry and poetry, the self -healing of the medicine, but it must be used well to take effect.

Lan Ying took the seat again, and his emotions obviously rose a little bit. He proposed to play over -overdaming games and loses drinking.

Jiang Qingyu was slightly surprised that Lan Ying was quiet and quiet. The most unwilling thing was the game that made the game. How can I take the initiative to play today?

But in any case, Lan Ying was happy, and Jiang Qingyu also became happy.

When Ximen Kakan heard about playing the game, his eyes shouted brightly: "Playing the game, I'm best at it. See I don't drink you today ..."

In the Lanxiangyuan, when the liquor order was lively, a room on the first floor of the Huaxing Tower.

In this room, it is much smaller than Lan Ying's Lanxiangyuan. In front of a round table in the room, a strong man with a bare chest, eating a seaweed in front of the table, sitting next to him with a slightly fat woman Essence

From time to time, the strong men's hands were scratched from the woman's body. The woman wiped the thick fat powder's face, full of smiles. The walls not far behind the two were big beds with curtains.

At this time, suddenly a turtle slave flashed in from the door of the room and said: "Uncle, you have come to the building for three days. Mom said, let the uncle give up these three days of accounts first."

The strong eyebrows of the strong man were picking up, and his throat was rough, saying: "When I came, didn't I press fifty or two silver?"

"Oh ... look at what you said ... This is the Huagong Tower, you are always here, sleeping and eating, how many altars do you drink in this aging? Fifty -two, where can you fight?"

The strong man snorted coldly in his nose, and said, "How much silver did you spend these three days?"

"When I came in, I had given you old. A total of two hundred and eighty!"

"What? Twenty -eighty -two?" The strong man patted the glass in his hand on the table.

The strong man stared at the turtle slave and said angrily: "Look at Lao Tzu as a foreigner, when I am Kaizi, right?"

The turtle slave was frightened and laughed: "You are too anxious. I will give up the bill here, you always look at it."

The turtle slave said that she wrote a piece of paper full of paper and placed it at the table. The strong man glanced at the bill, grabbed a large machete from his feet, and patted it on the bill. There is no silver on the body, and this knife is to you. "

"Uncle, do you laugh?" The face of the turtle slave suddenly looked at it, and said, "How can you break the knife worth 2282 silver?"

"Lao Tzu said it is worth it!"

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

The turtle slave suddenly yin and yang weird: "Oh ... you dare you want to eat white food? You can't go out to inquire! Dare to eat white food in the Huaxing Building, I think you are looking for the wrong place!"

"Inquire about your mother!" The strong man suddenly raised his hand and saw that the big machete flickered, and he cut off the ears of the turtle slave.

The turtle slave only saw a cold light shook his eyes, and then felt a pain in his right ear. He reached out and touched it, only touching the sticky blood.

At this time, the turtle slave saw a small group of blood stains in the big machete on the table, and a right ear that was cut off was shaking at the edge of the big machete ...

"Lao Tzu ask you now, this knife is not worth 280?"

The turtle slave looked at the fierce and brutal face of the strong man, and was frightened. He covered his ear blood, and ran out of the room like a pig -like misery ...

Duan Rong was inside Lanxiangyuan, guessing the order, and suddenly he heard a scream from outside the building.

"Where did this go?" Hongxue said.

"Go, go out and see." Simonkan jumped first.

Several people didn't eat the wine, and went out of the door, squeezed in front of the railing on the second floor, and looked down in the lobby on the first floor.

I saw a turtle slave in the hall, fell to the ground, his face was pale, his face was scared, his hands were covered in his ears, and he dripped from his fingers and palms. Half of the neck ...

"Well!"

Suddenly, the door of the room on the first floor suddenly burst, and in the flying broken wood and window cloth, a black shadow was rumored quickly!

After seeing that speed, Duan Rong's consciousness moved, and then said, "The third internal interest!"

The strong man flew out of the room and flickered, and he stood in front of the turtle slave. The big machete in his hand was almost at the same time on the turtle slave's neck. Is it right?

The strong man said that as soon as his wrist turned, he had to cut off the other ear of the turtle slave, but at this moment, suddenly a narrow figure suddenly jumped down from the railings on the second floor, jumped down, and it turned down. The body is elegant and light, such as the willow leaves falling down the wind without any effort.