Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife Chapter 1487: Kneeling

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"Xue Yilan, do you really want to save her? Maybe we have a way." A group of people suddenly appeared and stopped him.

Xue Yilan looked up and looked at the crowd.

That's a team of eight people, all smart and powerful. Although they are ugly and handsome, everyone is a master.

Xue Yilan's eyes narrowed slightly. Although he didn't know them, he knew their clothes. It is the second-largest Xiumen School of Storms and Clouds.

There are many talented people in this martial arts. There are also some very well-known medical practitioners, and they are even famous on the rivers and lakes.

Maybe they really have a way? !!

Xi Yilan's eyes flashed a light, staring at them and repeating: "Do you really have a way?" The voice shook slightly.

One of the short-bearded people immediately nodded: "Perhaps, you always have to look to know."

Xue Yilan's eyes lighted up, and he was like a drowning man who grabbed the only piece of driftwood. He refused to give up anyway. As soon as he raised his sleeves, a soft bed appeared in front of him. Mo carefully placed on it: "Let ’s take a look. If you can save her, this seat ... this seat can give you countless golden mountains and silver mountains!"

The short beard slowly came over and laughed: "We are not rare in Jinshan Yinshan, but we also want you to do something. If you do, I can try to save her ..."

"What is it?"

The short beard beardedly stared at him tightly, saying verbatim: "You give us a few noises and yell at you that Xue Yilan will always obey Fengyunmen's mission."

Xue Yilan froze, looked up at him, her lips narrowed slightly.

"Why? Unwilling? Then you wait and see her wait for her death!" Short sneered moustache, and then drew a companion around him: "Okay, let's go! Don't worry about him anymore, give him a chance He does n’t want to, that should kill this girl, and other people ca n’t help it? ”

His companions naturally echoed loudly and laughed.

"Let me kneel, but you must promise to save her!" Xue Yilan said word by word.

The short beard and other people glanced at each other for a few moments, and the short beard laughed and said, "Okay, okay! Then give me three beatings first, it's a deposit ..."

These people are obviously malicious, and they don't think that big devil like Xue Yilan will actually kneel on the street ...

They just wanted to humiliate him.

I didn't expect Xue Yilan to get his words, and his eyes were deep: "Okay! You talk!" He actually knelt down to the short beard!

The short moustache froze suddenly, and slightly opened his mouth.

He watched Xue Yilan knelt down, bowed his head, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

He quickly made a few gestures to the other brothers, and the others immediately spread out silently. When Xue Yilan took the second head, seven of those eight people suddenly shot at him!

And the other rushed to Ning Xuemo on the soft bed!

Seven different colors of light are splitting towards Xue Yilan in different directions!

These people are obviously used to cooperating. This shot didn't leave Xue Yilan a little gap, and they are all killer tricks!

Seven rays of light split at the same time, covering Xue Yilan as a whole. If someone was watching, he could hardly see him.

"Bang!" After the earth-shattering sound, the seven rays burst brighter than the lightning.

The seven people crossed the eyes with surprise, they didn't see Xue Yilan dodging!

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The tangles written in the past two days are dead, changed and changed.

If a reader sees that the four new ones cannot be connected, please refresh the chapters that were updated yesterday, and you will be connected.

Rewriting is far more difficult than writing. You can write 2,000 words in one thousand words.

The reason for the modification is to achieve the most shocking and perfect effect. So there is really no meaning to cheat money.

I could write eight thousand words a day without having to stay up all night, but because of frequent revisions, I wrote eight thousand words a day in the middle of the night, and I wrote thousands of words ...

The hard work is not enough to be considered humane.

If you do n’t know how to handle it during the climax, you will not be shocked. So I strive for perfection.

If there are still children's shoes that feel imperfect, even if I have limited abilities, I have done my best.

Every two days until two or three in the morning, I became a dog, tangled into a twist ...

So can you understand? What?