Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

Hongling went out, only Nangong Beibei was left in the room, but the atmosphere was very quiet.

Outside is also a quiet, but it is a bird fell on the branches, issued a clear call, now, has been slowly into the spring.

"Madam, have you successfully prepared the antidote?"

Unintentionally, he suddenly opened his mouth and looked at Hongling.

"Well, but I've never seen that poison."

Hongling didn't say it completely, but the meaning of the words was not understood. The antidote may be a kind of risk, and it will become poison in the next second!

Unintentional Mou Guang falls in the courtyard where Nangong Beibei is located. There is deep worry in the Mou Guang.

I'm afraid.

"If it's really the worst result, your master will try to help her recover, but it's not the original." This is why Hongling brought the antidote to Nangong Beibei today.

If Nangong Beibei's face is destroyed, Liu Qingxuan will find a way to help Nangong Beibei recover his face, but it's not the original appearance.

As for the introduction of insects, Liu Qingxuan is also thinking about countermeasures.

Unintentionally did not answer, just quietly looking at the closed door, palm, it is slightly with the force.

Half a cup of tea, the door creaked and opened from inside. Nangong Beibei had already appeared in front of them, with the same face as before.

This is also in the accident, the antidote is successful.

But for Hongling, it was put down. Fortunately, the antidote was successful and did not cause any substantial damage to Nangong Beibei.

In the future, her reputation as a witch doctor in southern Xinjiang will become more and more famous.

"How's it going, Beibei?" Inadvertently toward Nangong Beibei walked in the past, a pair of Qinghong eyes, but is anxious to look at Nangong Beibei.

Nangong Beibei slowly smiles and shakes his head.

She's fine.

But after recovering her face, she felt some pain in her heart, just like ah San was playing the Magic Flute, and she was wallowing in pain on the ground.

But it didn't last long.

Nangong Beibei is afraid that a sound will make Hongling and unintentional suspect.

"If it's OK, I'll go first. If you have something, you'll let unintentional come to me." Hongling exhorts.

Nangong Beibei's face has recovered, but the poisonous insects are still not solved.

But also carefully think of ways to deal with is!

Nangong Beibei nodded.

"It's good to be able to recover. My teacher's mother's words are really frightening."

With a slightly happy tone, unintentional smile on the face is very obvious, a white suit of him, but it is like relegation fairy, the kind of fairyland.

Koizumi and Xiaodong can live a good life in butterfly. Dongfang Shenyu should also be in his own home.

But what about the cold wind?

Lengfeng, where are you?

The fresh heart is beating suddenly, very rhythmic, but it is bursts of pain.

However, on the roof of the house in the distance, there was a black figure crawling.

"What's the situation with Nangong Beibei?" When Liu Qingxuan saw that Hongling had come back, he asked quietly. In front of him, there were a pile of ancient books in southern Xinjiang.

Some of them are recent.

I want to find out the records about the poisonous insects on Nangong Beibei and find out the way to lead them out. There are hundreds of poisons in southern Xinjiang, and so are poisonous insects. Every poison has its own solution and antidote, let alone this poisonous insect.

"It doesn't make much difference. It has recovered." To tell the truth, Hongling came to liuqingxuan and picked up a book beside him.

Also slowly watching.

"The poisons on Nangong Beibei have never appeared in Nanjiang in recent years. Why do those people choose Nangong Beibei?" Liuqingxuan stopped his action, but he asked in doubt.

Hongling has never discovered this. Nangong Beibei said it on the day he came back.

"Do you suspect that Nangong Beibei is from Nanjiang, or those who are after her are from Nanjiang?" Red Ling asks a voice, the voice inside, full of doubts.

Liu Qingxuan gave a "well".

Dayan is also divided from southern Xinjiang. In fact, the most important thing is to be afraid of. There are still people living in Dayan.

If this is the case, what Dayan has done will be dealt with by Nanjiang. Isn't Nanjiang a ghost for death?

What Liu Qingxuan cares about is this.

Although he thinks so, there is no evidence. He has asked Nangong Beibei, but Nangong Beibei has no idea who the man is. If he wants to find out, he can't find out.

Just because she is related to Lin Qinghou, is she Lin xian'er's mother?

Since the man named ah San didn't succeed in entering the palace of king Lin and didn't recognize Lin xian'er, he must be out of sight.

It's very difficult to find out the identity of those who can't be seen.

What's more, Nangong Beibei said that ah San was dead!

there was no testimony of witness after the conspirator passed away!

Liu Qingxuan was also aware of this matter, and his thin lips moved slowly, not smiling: "since Nangong Beibei is often attacked, let's go down and have a look. Maybe those people will appear again next time. When they show up again, take them down and ask if they are clear? "

At present, there is only one way that is not a solution.

"But Nangong Beibei's next way is to find Lengfeng."

"Lengfeng's whereabouts are unknown now. Nangong Beibei needs the specific location of Lengfeng even if she wants to find Lengfeng. If she doesn't know the specific location, how can she find it?"

If Nangong Beibei doesn't have the whereabouts of the cold wind, it will be just like a headless fly, without the slightest sense of direction.

And those people, as soon as Nangong Beibei came out of the palace in southern Xinjiang, they would probably encircle Nangong Beibei, and then they would catch another one and ask.

Just know who's behind it.

Several hours later, Nangong Beibei adjusted his breath, and then he dared to talk to unintentionally. What he asked was the cold wind.

"Is there any news from Lengfeng?"

Inadvertently pursed his lips, "it's just a little bit of news, still pursuing."

Nangong Beibei's hand holding the water cup, but it's tightened. It's been a long time, but there's no news of cold wind.

When she is away, the cold wind is more urgent than her.

Now that the cold wind is gone, how can she not be in a hurry?

"Are you sure it's going west?" Nangong Beibei frowned, but he asked unintentionally.

Unintentionally, he changed his face. "Beibei, you can't be impulsive."