My master is not good

Chapter 128 Is the national teacher still in love?

Cheng Xinyan was choked and lay on the ground panting heavily, liquid slowly slid down from the corner of her forehead and rolled down the cloth strip, and the cloth strip covering her mouth and nose had already dried up, leaving only the sweat that had just slipped off.

Affected by the smoke, I only feel that my eyes are turning black...

The smoke in the house has covered the roof at this time, like a cloud.

The accumulation has reached below the middle floor of the house, the air is gone, and it is barely uncomfortable to lie on the ground.

A little irritated, she loosened the cloth strip covering her mouth and nose, damn it!The windows and the outside of the door were all locked by something. She knocked on it for a long time, but there was no response! ?
She had just arrived, how could she have offended someone, and she must be put to death?

The skull-headed national teacher flashed through his mind.

Could it be him coming back?
"Cough cough..." Cheng Xinyan coughed in pain, and slowly backed away. The snow dragon and lion in her arms were still sleeping, secretly annoyed, what did she do...

She took out a pill from her bosom and took it, she had already taken quite a few pills.

The smoke is coming from the windows and doors. I hope she can survive until someone comes to rescue her.

The flames are so bright that blind people can feel the heat, there must be someone...

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Qian Siyu shook his sleeves and left angrily, smacking his tongue, this bastard, he begged so hard for medicine to treat him, it's fine if he doesn't thank him, and he still said this, if he had known, he would have been hurt!

The footsteps suddenly stopped, and when he felt someone coming from behind, Qian Siyu's face turned cold, and the corner of his mouth smiled disdainfully: "Hmph, it's not that I was so excited to run away, what are you doing now? I don't know if I won't give you another chance Run away?" After saying that, even though he was murderous, the afterimage flashed across, and a white light slammed towards the people behind him.

The black shadow whizzed across, and stood on the top of the rockery. The skull head looked up to the sky and smiled, pointed at Qian Siyu and said coldly: "Qian Siyu? When did that pedantic idiot have such force? What are you? Who dares to pretend to be our prince?"

Qian Siyu folded his arms around his chest, and smiled disdainfully: "Our country? The national teacher is a fool for a while, and the prince for a while. Is it respect or disrespect? Besides, when did you and I know each other so well?" Looking at the skull mask, Qian Siyu said with cold eyes: "Arrogant, look at my son's mask of hypocrisy today, and see how abstract your ugly, shameful face is!" Pointing at the skull , Qian Siyu suddenly took out a short sword from his waist, and flew to stab him, out of an unhappy heart.

The national teacher jumped off the rockery to avoid the sword, and then turned his head to look behind him, only to see that a piece of the place where he was standing just now was cut off, and with a bang, it was as if the top cover was opened, and he went straight to the ground.

Before he could stand still while jumping, Qian Siyu stabbed him in the face again, and the national teacher narrowly escaped, but the cuff was torn with a sound of tearing.

With a kick, he jumped a certain distance, and immediately stretched his hand towards the cuff...

Qian Siyu's eyes turned hard, the corner of his mouth hooked evilly, and the dagger in his hand flew towards the national teacher. As soon as the national teacher's fingers touched the cuff, the dagger was in front of his palm, and it was too late to hide. With a flash of light, blood sprayed out, and the palm was chopped off in less than a second.

"Ah..." the hoarse voice screamed.

The national teacher screamed, clutching his arm with a broken palm, kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, the broken palm was still scratching.

As soon as Qian Siyu moved his fingers, the short sword flew towards him spontaneously, he proudly glanced at the blood stains on it, and smiled disdainfully at the corner of his mouth: "How? Is my dagger for subjugating demons and demons, the national teacher still likes it? "

(End of this chapter)