Chapter 29: With thorns, be careful and thrust your hands and heart

Yan Han shook his head, looking in a terrifying look.

"Where is she now?"

Yan Han felt nervous, but thanks to his dead body, his thinking seemed to have been slowed down, and his expression on his face was dull and dull, but he could not reflect his surprise at all.

He shook his head again.

"Hmph!" Miss Hongmei snorted coldly, "Do you don't know, or dare not say it?"

"I don't know." Yan Han replied with a hoarse voice.

He judged that Hongmei was cheating him when she asked this.

After all, there is no reason why Concubine Xiao and Miss Hongmei know about the transaction between him and the Dark Gold Guard. If he could know everything so omnipotently, how could the Dark Gold Guard dare to secretly tamper with his own hands? How could Song Gang, the leader of the Dark Gold Guard, dare to steal from himself? Using the reason why the assassin sneaked in, smoothed out the deficit in the number of painters in the number of painters?

Perhaps Concubine Xiao was suspicious, or perhaps because she heard some news, that was why Miss Hongmei came to ask in person.

But it is absolutely impossible to know so many dark details.

Sure enough, the girl Hongmei frowned slightly and stared at Yan Han, as if she was looking at him if he was lying.

In the end, the cold bet won. The girl Hongmei picked up another portrait and asked again: "Where is this one?"

This one is not a cold painting.

Yan Han shook his head and identified the portraits one by one. Some of them were painted by him, and some were not. He just nodded and shook his head, as if he was frightened just now and couldn't speak.

After asking, Miss Hongmei didn't stop, said nothing, got up and left.

Yan Han squinted his eyes and watched the girl Hongmei sway her waist and walked out of the cabin. She felt a little bad.

Concubine Xiao must have been suspicious of these portraits.

But if Concubine Xiao doubts something, there is insufficient information and it is difficult to judge.

Maybe it is because the soul power stored in the portrait is insufficient, or maybe it is because the painter's sharp decline?

But this Red Plum girl is really beautiful! It is much more beautiful than the Bingbing and Bingbing on the original Blue Star, and of course it is much more icy.

Yan Han looks like an old man who is old and has a long life before he grows old, but his mind is full of blood. When he suddenly sees such a beautiful woman, his mind will naturally be very alive. However, this red plum is not only thorny, but also very cruel. Yan Han looks at her back disappearing outside the hatch door, and keeps reminding himself: Don’t touch the red plum with thorny! Don’t touch it!

After eating and drinking, cleaning up, it’s time to work. Outside the window, it’s dark, without the glow of stars and moons, the wind blows loudly, as if it’s a prelude to a storm.

The moon is dark and the murderous night is dark, and the wind is high and setting fire to the sky!

Please close your eyes!

The cold staggered downstairs, but he thought about the scene of the werewolf killing in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more he became more and more excited.

"Huh?" Yan Han saw the Hongmei girl standing there from a distance at the prison door, and was very surprised.

The girl Hongmei was still as cold as ever, with her pink face filled with might, and she looked coldly at the staggering coldness.

The dark gold waiter Wei Wei Shuai Song Gang took the lead, his eyes tightened, and kindly reminded: "Miss Hongmei is ordered by the imperial concubine to watch the painter paint! Be careful to serve!"

Yan Han agreed casually, but his heart was tight.

What is this little girl doing?

What are you doubting?

It was cold and thought while walking.

Taoist Master Yun Songzi was there all the time, but he didn't say a word. When the cold approached, he silently handed him a small porcelain bottle and said with a smile: "The newly refined elixir is just right to use."

Miss Hongmei didn't look back and snorted coldly: "Open the door!"

Huh? Miss Hongmei has no good feelings for this creamy Taoist priest. What's going on!

The fire of the gossip in the cold heart is burning.

The iron door opened with a bang, and the cold was slowly moving in. Behind him, the Hongmei girl had to patiently follow her and slowly follow her.

Bang!

The iron door is closed.

No one else followed.

The head of the dark gold guard, Song Gang and Taoist Master Song Yang Guanyun Songzi, did not follow.

This is interesting!

Miss Hongmei didn't let them follow in and serve!

Yan Han held the lantern in his hand, trembling. The next step was to stop for a while, as if he would fall to the ground at any time.

"You...!" Miss Hongmei finally couldn't help but urged her.

Before she finished speaking, Miss Hongmei exclaimed and stepped on the air. Even though she had good cultivation and was so close, she overreacted for a while and rushed forward, hitting the board above her head. She realized something was wrong, and then quickly retracted her strength and suddenly hit the cold front.

The two of them just rolled together and rolled down the stairs.

The cold was all the way, dancing and tangling around the Hongmei girl. The lantern in her hand had already fallen out and fell to the ground, and flames rose.

The two finally stopped. By chance, Yan Han lay on the Hongmei girl, her hands and feet were like octopus, wrapped around the Hongmei, rolling on the Hongmei, warm and soft, and the faint fragrance was swaying.

Ouch!

Ouch!

The cold kept crying, but my heart was filled with joy.

Such a great opportunity to take advantage of the situation, even if the other party is a femme fatale, it will be useless or not!

Harmony with light and dust! Harmony with light and dust! No matter how much Miss Hongmei and Concubine Xiao hurt the heavens and the reason, they are not worth mercy to die. Anyway, they can’t kill them now, and the evil retribution has not come. Now, they are trying their best to uphold justice and eliminate harm to the people!

The cold has no reason to find any reason, and I instantly convince myself and enjoy it.

Miss Hongmei was full of anger and shouted softly: "Get up!"

"Oh! Oh! I...I...no strength..." Yan Han shouted.

He didn't really have the strength, but he really didn't really have the strength and didn't want to get up. The so-called gentleness land turned out to be gentle and fragrant!

The girl Hongmei was so angry that her pretty face was powerful. She stretched out her hand and pushed Yan Han down. She twisted her waist and stood up, looked down with her left hand on her hips, and glared at Yan Han: "Do you want to die?! I will fulfill you!"

With her heart, a stream of light flew out of her hands, hitting the cold throat, and the cold was biting.

The cold was so scared that his face turned pale.

Miss Hongmei was very satisfied. But she was wrong. Yan Han was not afraid that she would really kill him, but tried his best to restrain the black and white Yin-Yang fish vortex deep in her lower abdomen not to burst out or reveal the filling. If the filling is exposed, it would be really killed by Miss Hongmei!

Fortunately, the lantern fire licked a few steps away, and the girl Hongmei frowned and turned to look. Qianqian's simple hand flew back with a wave of light and crawled into her sleeve.

The cold and envious eyes were so bright that they were envious.

Flying sword!

Too cool, is there any?

How did it be refined?!

How did it be refined!

He shouted in his heart, extremely eager.

The girl Hongmei went over and stepped on the lanterns. She screamed in the cold, got up, opened the porcelain bottle, poured out a pill, and stuffed it into her mouth.

At this moment, the boat suddenly swayed and swayed left and right.

Enemy attack!

The cold heart tightened.
Chapter completed!