Chapter 1487

"Let's see." Wang Mang answered with drooping eyelids, and his body shrank into the warm and thick quilt. This vicious curse made his body worse than the ordinary old man of 60 or 70 years old. With a little wind, his body couldn't help shaking, and his brain was freezing.

When Zhang Lan saw Wang Mang's agreement, he explained it with the last ring. But a moment later, the door of the wooden house was pushed open by a kind-hearted young man with permed hair.

Behind him, dressed in white, the distinguished old man looked at Wang Mang on the sickbed with his eyes open.

"My subordinate, Yao Sen, has seen you!" Yao Sen, Vice Minister of the intelligence department and leader of the operation team, knelt down in front of Wang Mang's bed and saluted respectfully, "er... I met Mr. Wang Mang with white eyebrows."

Bai Mei didn't kneel like Yao Sen did. He bowed slightly to Wang Mang.

"Zhang Lan, move a chair for the doctor!" Wang Mang cleared his fragile, dry and hoarse throat, and gave an order in an ugly, tearing voice.

Zhang Lan nodded and moved a wooden chair from the corner and put it behind Bai Mei.

As for Yao Sen, she gave him a cold glance, and did not intend to move a stool for him. Yao Sen was not angry either. He just watched her squint, stood up and walked to one side, leaving white eyebrows around the bed.

Bai Mei sat close to the bed and looked at Wang Mang's face. His eyes were dark blue, his eyes were dull, his cheeks were deeply sunken, his jaw bones and Huan bones were very prominent, which made him sick and ugly..

Bai Mei took a look at Wang Mang's wrinkled and dry skin. A pair of long, thick white eyebrows could not help frowning. His eyes were serious and his eyes were two The finger was on Wang Mang's left wrist, and the weak pulse could not be clearly perceived through the finger....

"Alas! With all due respect, Mr. Wang Mang, your physical condition is really terrible. You are suffering from a great loss of Qi and blood, and your spirit and will are on the verge of..... Alas! "

In the middle of Bai Mei's words, he looked at Wang Mang with some admiration. He could see that Wang Mang's mental state was in a very extreme state.

if he was an ordinary person, his weak will would have been unable to resist the physical pain and huge deficit for a long time. I'm afraid he would have burped his farts directly. But although Wang Mang's will was weak, it was extremely weak It's tough, just a little bit, but it can put a lot of pressure on the body.

Bai Mei frowned and rubbed the sheet with his right hand. After pondering for a long time, he just looked at Wang Mang and said:

"Lord Wang Mang, can I smell who is the one who cursed you? What is his character? Is there anything containing his life? For example, weapons and close fitting clothes are OK! "

"That's a cultivator. Is his character... Cruel?" after all, being able to ignore his own life just to kill his own blood horse really deserves the praise of cruel people.

"As for what you said... I have it too! "Infernal!" Wang Mang's urn whispered a word, and a black mist of evil spirit immediately rose in the cabin, and a man-made dieless stood beside Wang Mang's bed, and looked at Bai Mei in doubt.

"Wu Jian, give Bai Mei that little finger a look!"

Wu Jianyan, looking at Bai Mei, stretched out his hand and took out a bloody finger from his body of black fog. Bai Mei took it, and his face suddenly showed the color of horror!