Tong Yan looked up and saw that she was in the vast star eyes. She was a little stunned. She was a little uncomfortable on her face. "What are you laughing at? Be serious. I'm going to sew it up. You continue to suppress it. Is there a problem?"

"No, madam."

Tong Yan gave him a faint white look. He said that the cold-blooded prince was superior. He was a scoundrel.

"Ah."

Tong Yan was sewing. When he heard his cry, he was startled. He almost dropped all the needles in his hand. Tong Yan's face sank and stared at him fiercely, "what's your ghost's name!"

Long Yanhuang sat on the chair and looked at her lazily with his chin. "Nothing. Suddenly I don't want to help you for free."

Tong Yan's forehead is covered with a black line. She really wants to chop the man with her knife. How can there be such a hateful man like him!

Tong Yan kept smiling. Although the smile completely hid a knife that could kill people, she stared at long Yanhuang and said angrily, "soon, it'll be good soon."

"My hands are sore."

"I'll rub it for you later."

"My legs are numb."

"I'll beat you later!"

"Ah..." long Yanhuang propped up his chin, looked at the skin, smiled and didn't smile. He wanted to rub his bones and skin against his lips, and youyou said, "his lips are dry."

"I'll see you later..." green tendons burst out on Tong Yan's forehead. "Bring you tea and water!"

If you really let go at this time and a lot of blood burst out, the carrier pigeon will die.

She was really wrong. Why did she choose such a calculating help at the beginning.

"Now."

As if he intended to tease her, long Yanhuang smiled deeply, and his dark eyes were full of evil light.

"Can't you see my hand is not empty?" Tong Yan held his temper and stared at him fiercely.

"Is your mouth empty?"

"Ha?"

Tong Yancai reacted and someone directly leaned over and kissed him.

The veins burst out on Tong Yan's forehead, and the veins on the back of his hand burst out. She's in surgery. Does the surgery understand!

I'm dying!

"Believe it or not, I'll sew you with this needle in a moment?" Tong Yan didn't dare to delay at all. Although he couldn't see it, fortunately it was just the end. Just tie a knot. At the end of her hand, she drew out a silver needle and aimed it at the dead hole behind his neck.

Tong Yan's eyes narrowed slightly and his eyes were indifferent. "Has anyone ever told you not to expose the dead hole casually?"

He was pointed at the death hole with a silver needle, but the party was still calm.

Long Yanhuang suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched her little face, "don't know how long, can't you let me hurt."

"All said, you want to die!" Tong Yan's eyes sank. The silver needle approached one point, but he found that it seemed to be facing the air. He didn't get anything.

"You really can do it." long Yanhuang's black eyes were slightly heavy.

"How could you..."

Tong Yan was surprised to reach out and hit him, but found that it was really like hitting a ball of air. Does it take a lot of power to suppress the carrier pigeon's blood, so big that it would make him disappear?

For a moment, a feeling of guilt came up.

Long Yanhuang stared at her worried and guilty appearance, smiled and patted her little head, "silly girl, it has nothing to do with you, but the soul incense burned out."

"Burning soul fragrance?" Tong Yan was confused. She looked at the disappearing figure and felt a sudden loss at the bottom of her heart, "wait, hey, hey!"

"What's the matter, big sister!"

Long yanxuan kicked them away, and the little yellow chicken squeezed in. A group of people looked at her shouting at the air.

Tong Yan looked back at them and said, "he has become air."

Long yanxuan looked around the room in surprise for a week. Sure enough, he didn't see his second brother. The little yellow chicken shivered. "Don't scare me, sister. Damn it."

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