Chapter 39: Ai, beaten? (2/2)

A few servants hurriedly stood in front of the son, and one man stood up with both fists, set off, and stuttered: ”My police ... warn you, don't ... don't ...”

”Get away!” Jun Chang laughed and pulled out the big tongue servant, stopped in front of Ai Zuo, took his collar and dragged it over, his eyes sternly: ”Boy, listen clearly, this seat is the iron bone pie Head! ”

The voice is low and the murderous leaks out!

Ai Su suddenly became numb with scalp, and did not dare to sweat.

The several Aijia servants who helped him beside him, were so shocked that they were sweating from behind.

Jun Chang, who has killed many mountain thieves, laughs. Once the soaring is launched, the killing in the eyes and in the momentum is very terrible. How can a puppet disciple who is as powerful as a **** can bear it.

”Haven't heard it!” Jun often laughed and roared.

The voice was very loud, and Li Qingyang and his disciples were taken aback by surprise, and the three words suddenly sounded in the ear of Ai Zuo. It sounded like a thunder on the ground, and his liver and gallbladder were almost broken. Slowly, he cried, ”Listen ... heard!”

Xun Jun often smiled and pointed at the steps below, Leng Sen said, ”Get out.”

”Brush! Brush!”

A few of Ai's family members seemed to get through the second pulse of Ren Du in an instant and picked up Ai Zuo at the fastest speed and disappeared, leaving no ruthless words.

Xi Jun often laughed and turned away.

The disciples stared at each other, and Han Mao erected a step backward.

”Head ...”

Li Qingyang said weakly, ”Are you all right?”

Xun Jun often came over with a smile, and his murderous energy slowly dissipated. He put one hand on his shoulder, put his head on the back of his hand, and cried, ”Isn't this seat like the head of the house?”

青 Li Qingyang expressed sympathy.

The disciples said that they could understand the sadness of the head.

”do not Cry.”

Lu Lu nestled under a tree and glanced at the young man lying on the ground ~~.

Uh ...

Iron bone 铮铮 pie, Medicine Pavilion.

There was no medical equipment or medicine in it. There was only a fairly simple bed. Even the 'Medicine Pavilion' carried the injured teenager over. Jun Chang laughed and started.

For a martial art, not only the outer court and the inner court, but also the Medicine Pavilion, Lian Wu Tang, and Wu Ji Pavilion, and so on.

Don't worry, don't worry.

Kushiro must go step by step, and things have to be done piece by piece. Steps are easy to get eggs.

”Head.”

After doing some inspections, Li Qingyang said: ”His ribs were broken by eight, and there were serious internal injuries. The condition is very bad, and he needs timely treatment.”

Xun Jun often laughed: ”Is it enough to go to the town to ask a doctor?”

青 Li Qingyang shook his head and said, ”The injuries are too severe, and it is difficult for ordinary doctors to treat them unless ...”

”Unless what?”

”Unless he uses the elixir handed down from ancient times to send him the danger.”

This person has not been seriously injured before, Li Qingyang believes that if the head of the team takes out the treatment of Dan, it can definitely be cured easily.

”This one……”

Xun Jun often laughed and groaned.

Lu Lu's back was affixed in front of the door, and said lightly, ”The kind of elixir that instantly recovers from the injury, do you think there are jelly beans?”

”So too.”

青 Li Qingyang looked at the boy with dirt on his face, and shook his head, ”He is in charge, he can support up to two hours.”

Xun Jun often smiled, holding her chin, and said, ”I really have a ready-made healer now. Do you mean to save it or not?”

”Save!”

”No help!”