MTL - How to Survive As a Villain-Chapter 132 Never seen someone who is so emotionally retarded

Luohe Qing regained his gaze and asked Vice-Chan Chen: "Where is it?"

Deputy Chen will answer: "A restaurant in Dongjiekou."

The river is clear and clear, and it takes a long time for silence to open: "You should go back to rest and come back to find me tomorrow."

"Emperor, the emperor?" Chen deputy would like to ask why, but Luhe Qing did not say much, and got up and walked into the mansion.

Xiao Yuan glanced at the back of the river, and followed in.

Zhang Baishu scratched his head and looked at Chen’s crying and screaming at the emperor. When he went to the direction of the restaurant, he was unclear, but Zhang Baishu, who knew that it was a false alarm, shrugged and returned to the medical hall.

I know that when I first entered the medical center, I saw Zhang Changsong talking to another black man. The man was in his forties, his face was fortitude and his posture was tall and straight. At this time, he was as tight as a friend he had not seen for many years. Living with Zhang Changsong’s hands, both of them are like tears.

When I saw Zhang Baishu coming back, Zhang Changsong wiped the tears in his eyes with his sleeves and waved at Zhang Baizhu: "Atractylodes, come over and see you."

At this time, Xiao Yuan pushed open the door of the room and saw that Luohe Qing stood by the window, and his face was still indifferent and unrecognizable.

Xiao Yu'an couldn't help thinking: If you don't have an idea about the situation, then you must be bent on the world. The red dragonfly rifle, the white horse silver carp, the yellow sand smashed, and finally the vertical horse reported the king. After a few years, the Lang Lang Qiang Kun, Sheng Shi Taiping, that should be the home of the river, and the destination of this world.

In fact, he and the Weihe River are not all the way to the end.

"Hey brother, I know someone will come to you, you see them in a hurry, just your injury is almost good, and the action is not serious, you can go back." Xiao Yuan said with a smile.

Luhe Qing side turned to see him.

Xiao Yu'an was inexplicably worried by him, and he kept his eyes open and said: "But you still can't have big moves, so you can heal the wounds. I don't know if the doctors in your army are enough medicine to cure the wounds. I will give you some tips. Let's go."

Luohe Qing still does not speak, just look at him.

Xiao Yu'an also said to himself that he couldn't go on. He said softly that you should rest first. I went to the medical center to see it and turned away.

"Xiao Yuan." Luhe Qing finally made a noise.

"Ah?" Xiao Yuan stepped out of the threshold with one foot, and turned the door frame to look at the river. The cool breeze blowing in the window, picking up the blue silk and the clothes of the river, and also the depths of his eyes, all beings Oh, fortunately, I don’t know what to expect.

Luohe Qing said: "I will go back tonight, I have something to say to you."

"Ah? Oh, okay, good." Xiao Yuan nodded, and saw that there was nothing more in the river, and got up and walked out of the wing.

In the afternoon, the warmth of the light, the silence of the small yard was broken by several birds from time to time, Sanchao was bending over the ground, she was not in a hurry, slowly sweeping, brooming down the ground, giving a light Hearing, seeing Xiao Yuan coming in the third sight, he asked in confusion: "What happened to Yu'an? How did you lose your soul?"

"Ah?" Xiao Yu Anzhen returned to God. "No, no."

Sancha looked at his expression a few times and asked: "Is the son of the son really going away?"

"Go," Xiao Yuan replied. "He has nothing to stay here. He has his own ambitions."

Sanchao shook his head, whispered a few times, looked up and saw Xiao Yuan walking outside, strangely asked: "Where are you going?"

"I went to the medical center to look at it. By the way, I took some medicine for healing and gave it back to the Weihe River." In the words, Xiao Yu'an has already left the house, and goes further and further. Sancha couldn't help but whispered to his back: "This silly boy is awkward, and he is wrong."