Village Doctor's Magic Hands

"Cough."

Liu Jingtian covered his chest and coughed twice. He looked at the ground and stood up slowly, but there was another master duanchen with blood pouring out. At the corner of his mouth, he showed a happy smile. He glanced at the corner of his mouth and asked, "how do you feel?"

"It's a lot more interesting than that little miscellaneous - broken." master duanchen coughed up a lot of blood, but he still insisted on showing a bleak smile on his face, and said meaningfully: "it's still the same sentence, the mountains don't turn, the water will turn, the future will be long. I'll see you again. At that time, new hatred and old hatred will be counted together."

"Be careful, he's going to escape!" Zhao Sanjin moved and suddenly appeared next to Liu Jingtian. As soon as his voice fell, Zhao Sanjin only felt a twist in the space in front of him. Then he was stunned by a "click" in his heart and knew it was too late.

"Alas." Zhao Sankin shook his hand mercilessly. This feeling of falling short made him quite unhappy.

Zhao Sanjin twisted his head and was ready to make plans after checking the situation of Liu Jingtian and master duanchen.

However, what he didn't expect was that Liu Jingtian's eyes suddenly became somewhat blurred. Zhao Sanjin's words had not been said in time. Liu Jingtian was spewing blood.

"Uncle Liu." Zhao Sanjin hurriedly caught Liu Jingtian, and his inner shock was quite strong.

From beginning to end, both what the naked eye saw and what happened clearly showed that Liu Jingtian and Suzuki Saburo were fighting under the pressure of master duanchen.

However, the result of the fact was a loud slap to Zhao Sanjin.

"So strong." this is Zhao Sanjin's only feeling at the moment.

"Grandpa." not only Liu Jingtian, but also Suzuki Saburo's situation seems not so good.

Suzuki Naizi's exclamation pulled Zhao Sanjin's eyes in the past. Like Liu Jingtian, Suzuki Saburo's eyes became blurred, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and he was unconscious.

"Is this?" Zhao Sanjin obviously realized that the situation was wrong and immediately put his pulse on the two people. However, after a burst of feeling, his eyebrows wrinkled more and more deeply.

The pulse is stable and the breath is orderly. Except that Liu Jingtian's body is somewhat damaged, Suzuki Saburo can be said to be completely healthy.

However, how to explain the blurred eyes, vomiting blood and coma?

Zhao Sanjin suddenly felt that his head was not enough, and he was crazy.

"What's the matter?" now, the four people in the party came with high aspirations, but they ended up in such a embarrassing ending. As the only sober man here, Zhao Sanjin can only place all his hopes on him.

"Go home first." Zhao Sankin frowned. He saw Liu Jingtian and Suzuki Saburo for the first time.

However, one thing Zhao Sanjin can be sure of is that they must not vomit blood due to injury. On the contrary, they are more like... Evil.

This sentence, Zhao Sanjin naturally won't tell Suzuki naiko. Therefore, they helped one by one and quickly walked towards the Mercedes Benz class C opposite the villa.

When Zhao Sankin put Suzuki Saburo and Liu Jing's balance firmly on the car, his eyes looked back at the light still on in the master duanchen's villa. His heart coagulated. He still said, "wait for me at home. I'll be a little late."

"Bah, dead change - state." Suzuki spit and scolded fiercely. Looking at Zhao Sanjin, Suzuki thought it wouldn't be a good thing, so he quickly threatened: "if something happens to uncle Liu and grandpa, I won't let you go first."

In Suzuki naiko's view, Liu Jingtian and Suzuki Saburo would not have come at all if they were not to help Zhao Sanjin get rid of master duanchen.

Therefore, the culprit of all is Zhao Sanjin, no doubt!

Taking back his mind, Zhao Sanjin looked up at the bright lights in the villa, moved and quickly ran to the woman's room.

"Poof --"

At the moment he opened the bedroom door, Zhao Sankin suddenly sprayed blood from his nose and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. However, he was stunned and made a "grunt" sound in his throat. Even his eyes were hard to remember for a long time.

The girl in bed, the color of pain on her face gradually faded, replaced by a touch of crimson caused by thirst and hope.

Like a pair of silver snakes, the white flower flower big legs, coupled with the demon enchanting delicate body, set off the pair of big white rabbits in front of the chest.

The uneven breathing brings Zhao Sanjin more feelings of Jiao panting, and the sound absorbs the inner groans, which makes the evil fire in Zhao Sanjin's heart rise.

Zhao Sanjin asked himself that he was not a sage, let alone Liu Xiahui who could sit still. In the face of such a scene that provoked - fire, he could only say five words: "I am a normal person."

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Zhao Sanjin looked up at the moonlight outside the window. Under the cover of dark clouds, the moon was like a shy little sister, ashamed to see all this.

At the right moment, Zhao Sanjin gently pulled up the curtain, and the evil fire in his stomach made Zhao Sanjin slowly fade his clothes.

"Beauty, I'm not taking advantage of this opportunity. In fact, I'm doing it to save you." Zhao Sanjin took off his clothes and stretched out his hand from time to time. His face showed a tangled color and patiently reasoned with the girl.

In fact, it's really good. Zhao Sanjin is really saving her by doing so, because only Zhao Sanjin is the person who came here. He can't forget the experience of Datun town.

Sitting by the bed, Zhao Sanjin reached out and touched the girl's forehead. The burning heat surprised him. He quickly instilled the last mysterious strength in the body into the girl's body without reservation.

"Hey, the demon smelting pot in master duanchen's hand has not been found, and there is no trace of Xuanjin left." Zhao Sanjin felt the strength that can no longer be distributed in his palm, and there was a deep sense of powerlessness.

In one sentence, what is it called?

I feel my body hollowed out!

Fortunately, the only mysterious strength still suppressed the evil fire in the girl's body. At the same time, the temperature on her forehead began to return to normal gradually.

But even so, Zhao Sanjin, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, tightened his whole nerve.