Chapter 228

The conditions of Dali temple are worse than she thought!

It's fine during the day. There's air circulation. People are walking around. They don't think there's anything. At night, flies, mosquitoes, mice and all those who can move at night come out.

What's more, Yan Qiqi himself caught several three inch centipedes.

It seems that living here really depends on fortune. If you don't get killed, you will also be bitten by poisons.

It was a long night. Mosquitoes were ringing in the muddy air, and no one could sleep.

At this time, someone coughed a little. Yan Qiqi thought it was nothing. Suddenly, she found that the people who had just slept well stood up and rushed to the corner.

Then several fists and kicks came into her ears with a scolding voice, "tuberculosis ghost, dare to cough again and see if I don't kick you to death!"

"Cough..." several mosquito like coughs seemed to cough again, and then a burst of punches and kicks, "cough, die early and surpass life, don't hurt us!" Probably tired, the group dispersed in a swarm. Yan Qiqi followed his voice and found a woman sitting next to the bucket containing filth.

Yan Qiqi saw blood on her mouth.

The cough is so serious and the breath is short. It looks like pneumonia.

Subconsciously, Yan Qiqi put his hand on her slender wrist.

What she didn't expect was that it was such a very natural action. The people next to her were always cold eyed, but they seemed to be greatly frightened and crowded towards the door. The originally crowded space was much wider because of the avoidance of others.

Not only the others, but also the women who just coughed out of breath turned their heads and pulled back their wrists. They curled up into shrimp shape and looked at her with defensive eyes.

"Don't be afraid. I'm a doctor. Let me see."

Before the woman said anything, the people who avoided in the distance began to ridicule, "newcomer, you'd better stay away from the plague God. She's sick and can infect people. Several of us have been killed by her."

"Infection?"

Wu, Yan Qiqi had a bad hunch in her heart. In order to confirm her guess, she looked into the toilet. There was thick yellow phlegm floating on the filth!

This is not pneumonia, but tuberculosis!

The woman who had not spoken spoke and her voice was hoarse, "you go. They are right. I am ill so as not to be infected by me."

Even though she coughed out of breath, she spoke clearly, her breath was unstable, and she tried to restrain herself, which was very restrained.

Yan Qiqi couldn't help looking at her more.

Although the waist length black hair has not been washed for many days, it is also gently draped behind the head. There are still large and small footprints on the body. I must have experienced a lot of bullying. I'm afraid the blood on the mouth is not coughing, but beaten. The swelling on the right face hasn't subsided yet. It's lonely and helpless, but it's like a pan silk Puwei. It has its own character to be bullied.

"Don't talk. Believe it or not, I'll beat you!" Suddenly, a woman with big arms and round waist stood up from the side. She looked very strong and had been doing rough work for many years. She came up and tried to raise her feet and kick the weak woman.

"What are you doing!" Yan Qiqi took out his hairpin and pointed to the woman half her head higher, "dare to bully her again, I want you to look good!"

Obviously, at present, let alone a Yan Qiqi, even if there are two more, the strong woman can fight. She smiled coldly and retreated instead of going forward. "Well, the God of plague is lucky. I have a helper. OK, I'll teach you a lesson with her today!"

As soon as the voice fell, the strong woman raised her foot and kicked Yan Qiqi. Even the woman who had just coughed couldn't help exclaiming, "be careful!"

Unexpectedly, Yan Qiqi not only didn't hide, but went up face-to-face, but his dexterous body bent and kicked with his right foot. In an instant, he kicked the strong lady's knee joint, which was the most vulnerable place of people's legs. The strong woman was no exception. She was kicked straight and knelt down.

Yan Qiqi turned and stood in front of her. Looking at the woman kneeling to the ground, he pulled out a smile from the corners of his mouth, "you're welcome. You don't have to do such a big gift."

The woman suffered a great loss in front of a little girl who seemed to have no strength to bind the chicken. Naturally, she refused to give up. She roared and stood up and wanted to fall down Yan Qiqi and her again.

At the critical moment, the woman who was about to succeed stopped and began to step back carefully.

It turned out that Yan Qiqi butted the woman's throat with a sharp hairpin. She looked indifferent. The hairpin in her hand was more and more hard, forcing the woman to be cautious for fear that she might accidentally lose her hand.

"I'm a doctor. I know people's structure and blood vessel division. I also know where piercing can make people bleed to death. I also know where bleeding can make you die slowly. Today is just a lesson. Bullying the weak again is not as simple as stabbing you. Do you understand?"

"She is a disaster star. Anyone who walks close to her will die. You wait and see!" After all, the strong woman still felt afraid, but the loser didn't lose, and she was still alarmist there.

The two were deadlocked. Suddenly there were several "Pa Pa Pa" applause in their ears. Before Yan Qiqi looked back, she found that the coughing woman seemed to shrink her legs and hide in the corner.

All the people who were arrogant just now are wilting like the eggplant beaten by frost.

Yan Qiqi looked out.

In an instant, he looked at a pair of sinister eyes, cold and heavy as ice.

"Bold! Don't you kneel down when you see Lord he! " The guard yelled and was ready to draw a knife at each other.

Yan Qiqi raised his eyes to see a man coming down. There was a trace of black brocade embroidered robe. The buckle of the collar was buttoned to his chin. He stepped on a pair of Lingyun boots with white hair and black clothes. As expected, it was the same as the rumor.

No one else came. It was the head of Dali temple. He yanwang he Donglai, who turned pale when everyone heard of it!

He Donglai raised his hand and pressed the guard's hand back.

Others are afraid of him, but Yan Qiqi is not afraid. When he sees the guard's posture of pretending to be a tiger, he snorts coldly, "Lord he is the head of Dali temple and the fourth grade of civil servants, and I am the Anhe Princess personally granted by your majesty. I enjoy the third grade salary. I didn't let your adults kneel. Even if I am extra kind, which onion do you dare to tell me here?"