Fengjue Tianxia: Poison Doctor Seventh Miss

With a little tiptoe, the person reached the thickest tree trunk, which was so light that it seemed to have no weight at all. If he hadn't said that sentence before, no one would have known where he had just gone.

"I sleep with Xiaoqing." Qingyan waved her hand, Xiaoqing lazily climbed off Qingyan's wrist, since Feng Qingyue is not afraid of Xiaoqing, then it's fine.

"Who is Xiaoqing, is there anyone else here?" Lang Shaobai looked around.

"Hiss hiss." Suddenly.A huge snake head aimed at Lang Shaobai, showing his presence.

"Oh, let me go, how did that little one become so big!" Lang Shaobai's heart suddenly missed a beat, and the small green bracelet, which was originally the thickness of a finger, turned into a dozen and nearly 20 meters long in a blink of an eye. The hug was so thick, and he opened his bloody mouth to himself. [

Xiaoqing turned her head in satisfaction, coiled her body up, and turned into a big bed, waiting for Qingyan to lie on it.

The emerald-green giant python and the handsome man with peach blossom eyes constitute a coquettish and ghostly picture.

Lang Shaobai was dumbfounded, looked up and down, looked down and up again.These two people, one climbing a tree and the other hugging a snake, aren't they cold?If it were him, he would definitely have broken the tree and killed the snake. Ignoring the two strange people, Lang Shaobai looked at the last person, "Xiao Wuzi, what about you? Don't tell me, you won't Give my grandpa some face."

"Me? Night watch." Wu Suiyun didn't even lift his eyelids, sitting beside the fire, his body straight, his cloak was scarlet against the firelight, and he was hunting.

"You! You, one by one, make fun of the young master! The two of them can forget it. Didn't the boss say that there is no need to watch the night? You are teasing me!" Lang Shaobai was angry and wanted to quarrel, but he knew Seventh Miss was asleep, and the two were too far away, so she had to blow her hair at Wu Suiyun alone.

"Don't worry." The orange fire reflected Wu Suiyun's scarred face, even if it was a boring vigil, there was no tiredness and dissatisfaction on his face, only the word "serious".

"Cut." Lang Shaobai curled his lips, and then nimbly spread the quilts of the three of them on the ground beside Wu Suiyun, forming a sharp contrast with Wu Suiyun's upright sitting.Then he lay down on it happily, and then covered the pink quilt full of romance with a happy face, covered his head in the quilt, but still muttered, "In the second half of the night, I will watch the night instead."

Wu Suiyun didn't say a word, but stared at the flames, his eyes flickered, and he fell into the memories.

"Little Wuzi, you can die if you say a word!" Lang Shaobai got up unwilling to be lonely, Wu Suiyun didn't respond, Lang Shaobai grabbed Wu Suiyun with his paw, "Hey!"

Wu Suiyun clasped Lang Shaobai's wrist with a backhand, "Think about something."

"Tsk tsk tsk, your mind is still distracted during the night watch. Tell me, you can also think about things?" Lang Shaobai showed curiosity on his face.

"I'm thinking about the Yuwen Revolution."

"Yuwenge? That's right. You were sixteen or seventeen ten years ago. At that time, you should have known something. What happened after the boss returned to Feng's house and was kicked out by the patriarch? That bastard clearly deserved what he deserved." , Why do you drive the boss out!" Lang Shaobai asked, and warmly invited Wu Suiyun to sit by his side, thinking of Lang Shaobai who was only four years old ten years ago, it was really sad.