The Beauty's Personal Doctor

Because Han Xi has experienced life and death, her present soul is actually a dead soul locked in her body, so it's very suitable to practice nine Yin Xuangong, even compared with Mo Shu.

Because the nine Yin Xuangong is based on Yin, and the Yin Qi is the strongest among the ghosts.

She was originally a golden lady. She didn't like to meditate all day long. However, when she heard Mo Xie say that after practicing this skill, she could become more beautiful, so she was instantly moved.

For the whole seven days, except for eating, she meditated in the back mountain, and even at night. Even the people who used to like moxie most are now almost forgetting about moxie.

Finally, on the seventh day, she gradually felt a stream of Yin Qi entering her body.

Moye was worried about Hanxi and had been in front of him all the time, so when he found out this situation, he directly began to help Hanxi sort out and guide the scattered breath in his body.

Han Xi is also gifted, but after a while, she found the track of operation.

"Ha ha ha! Moye, I made it

Hanxi is very happy, and then jump up directly, in moye's face mercilessly Baji a mouthful.

"Come here, come here again!"

Moye also showed a smile, and then pointed to the other side of his face, some meaning.

"Go away! Rascal! I'll go back and get the mirror and see if I'm beautiful! "

“……”

Moye began to regret teaching Hanxi nine Yin Xuangong. He seriously suspected that Hanxi would never have him again.

"Mom, we are going down the mountain. Would you like to go to m city together?"

Parting is always painful, just like the maple leaves in late autumn, the leaves are red, as if they are bleeding.

"I'm not going! I have to take care of your grandfather at home. I don't know when your father will come back! "

Mengtanya shakes her head slightly, half happy and half worried.

"Lao Han, are you sure it's this place?"

Two people have been looking for this person for a week, but this person has no news.

Even don't ask the sky, but also want to give up the idea. He had made up his mind that this man was no longer the one he was looking for, so the matter of sword would stop for the time being.

Now the place they came to is not the city, but the countryside of M city.

In the past seven days, they inquired about countless places, but the people they finally found were not the people Mo Wentian was looking for.

"Brother Wentian, I've lost weight with you these days. If today's man is not the one we are looking for, then I'm not going to look for him. I'm going back to Huayu manor to enjoy my life."

"Well!" Mo Wentian nodded slightly. In fact, he also had this plan.

At this time, they are walking to the door of a brick house. Then Han xiaotianzhong runs forward and knocks on the door, but there is no response.

"Let's go!"

Two people look at each other, the eyes are thick disappointment.

"Cough!"

But at this time, there was a cough, then Mo Wentian with the last touch of hope, slowly close, and then knock on the door again.

"Who is it?"

The voice inside was weak and tired.

"Sword!"

Mo Wentian says that he doesn't like beating around the bush. If the other party auctioned the sword three years ago, the other party will definitely respond to these two words.

"Are you insane? I don't know you

"There's a play!" Don't ask the sky. I'm sure.

If the other party doesn't add the word "Psycho" in front of it, then don't ask the sky to doubt whether he has made a mistake. But after the other party adds these words, it's obvious that he wants to make it clear, a bit like there is no silver here.

At this time, Mo Wentian knocked even more fiercely.

"I don't know you. If you don't leave, I'll call the police!"

This is a rural area. Even if the police call the police, they will not be able to get it for a while. However, this confirms Mo Wentian's conjecture. Only when the other party often stays in the city can they say such words.

"Offended!"

Mo Wentian clasped his fist slightly, then his palm slapped on the door. The whole door lock was directly scattered by him, and then he went directly into it.

"You..."

When Mo Wentian and Han Xiaotian get into the room, the man is furious. However, when his eyes stay on Han Xiaotian's face, he is instantly settled.

"It's you, ha ha, it's you..."

The man pointed at Han Xiaotian and was a little crazy.

Mo Wentian quickly steps over, claps his palm on the back of his brain, and then a nine Yang Qi enters his brain.

Mo Wentian has sensed that this person's head is on the verge of collapse. If he didn't stop him just now, when the other person is crazy, I'm afraid he can't ask anything.

"Lao Han, take out the sword!"

At this time to see this person's spirit to restore, Mo Wentian said to Han Xiaotian.

"Haha, it's really for this matter, but kill me, I won't say anything!"

Later, no matter how hard they tried, the man didn't speak, which made them very embarrassed.

"Lao Han, you go out first!" For the whereabouts of this sword, don't ask the sky. It's only cruel.

When Han Wentian went out and closed the door slightly, Mo Wentian turned around and said, "this sword belongs to a Japanese friend of mine. If you are willing to tell me now, I don't need any means. If you don't tell me now, I will not be able to guarantee what happens. You believe that I can do it."

Then Mo Wentian clapped his hand, and an invisible air burst out in an instant, directly smashing a bowl nearby.

"If you have difficulties, you can say it. I can guarantee your life safety, and I can guarantee that you will have no worries for the rest of your life."

"You're not with them?"

Mo Wentian shook his head slightly and said, "I only knew about this sword seven days ago. Now I find clues from you. My friend is very important to me, so I hope you can tell me the truth."

The man closed his eyes and thought for a while, then said: "in fact, I am now like this because of this sword. There are three waves of Japanese. These three waves of Japanese seem to be different factions, but they are all asking about the whereabouts of this sword. How can I know where this sword is after countless auctions? It was just after that gentleman appeared here that I recognized him

"Who commissioned you to sell this sword? Can you take me to see this man? "

Mo Wentian doesn't care about it. What he cares about is where the owner of the sword is now.

This person some hoarse mouth: "he already died!"