The Girl in the Iron Cage: Lazy Little Beast Fei

Through the hazy moonlight, Cang Zhenxi saw that there was a large bed in the room, the bed drape was drooping, and there was a person faintly sleeping inside, and it was undoubtedly a petite girl.

He covered it silently and opened the bed tent. He had the ability of night vision, and finally saw the people sleeping inside.

It was a girl who had not grown up, her skin was dark, her eyes were closed, she was clearly asleep.

It's her! Just like Luo Yunchao described to him, she should be Luo Yunxia no doubt!

A cruel angle was raised at the corner of Cangzhen ’s west lips. Luo Yunxia, ​​if you blame you, you were born in Luo Palace!

He slowly lifted it with a single palm, and the palm of the original jade slowly turned red—

This is the housekeeping skill on which he became famous-Red Blood Palm. The five elements belong to fire. Although the person who hits his palm can't see anything on the surface, all internal organs will be burned, and Da Luo Shenxian cannot save him!

While working hard, he secretly lamented that he had used a dragon-knife to kill chickens.

He hadn't finished his thoughts, and the little girl in the bed had no idea of ​​a good dream. He giggled, and the laughter was crisp, like a silver bell. It was very pleasant and thrilling in the quiet night.

The sudden laughter scared him, and the palm of his hand gave a slight meal, and just as he walked so diligently, "Hoo!" The white mist suddenly filled his eyes, covering him all over!

He never expected that this mutation would happen, only the sudden pain in his eyes made him unable to open his eyes.

Fortunately, he was flexible and could not care about hurting the little girl. A poorly perceived man, his body was upside-down and he floated lightly to the ground.

"Ka!" There was a slight sound at his feet, as if stepping on a thin line ...

At this time he had become a bird of surprise, thinking that he had stepped on another organ, and he could not open his eyes and could not observe.

Before thinking about it, the figure rose again, and flew towards the direction of the window in the impression. I want to run out first.

Suddenly he felt a numb on his waist, and it seemed that he was bitten by a big locust, and a chuckle came from his ear: "The task has not been completed yet, how can I go?"

The laughter was soft and crisp, like the tender bamboo shoots in March.

This is-that child's voice!

Cang Zhenxi was frightened, and suddenly felt a sink in his head, dizzy in his head, and fell to the ground with a bang, and passed out.

Luo Qingyu shook the pistol-like thing in his hand, looked at the black assassin lying on the ground, and nodded in satisfaction.

What this pistol fired was not a bullet, but a kind of self-made drug, which is equivalent to modern anesthetics, which can make people instantly unconscious.

It seems that the effect of the medicinal substance quenched from this ancient material is higher than that of modern times.

And the resistance of people in this era is obviously not as good as that of modern people.

Modern people's small physiques have long been sculpted by a series of poisonous foods such as Sudanese red duck eggs, toilet paper buns, ditch oil cooking ...

In ancient times, it was innocent!

The vendors in this era are obviously not as “high-tech” and cheeky as the modern vendors. All foods are non-toxic and non-toxic.

So although the people of this era are not small, their anti-toxicity is not high.

Luo Qingyu only injected him with such a small point, and the eight-foot-tall man immediately fainted, which really made her feel very fulfilled.

She crouched down and tore off the green cloth on Cang Zhenxi's face, and wiped the white lime on his face with a clean wet cloth ...