"It's really hateful that these merchants from the western regions are so down-to-earth that they even fool people with fake goods." But on second thought, it's not right: "it's not the first time that merchants from the western regions have come to Nantai to auction strange goods. All the things they brought in before are real. They've never sold fake goods before, and they're in such a hurry. Is there anything wrong with this

Xia Yuanqiu shook his head: "this is not known, only to find them first, can we know the truth of the matter." Speaking of this, she couldn't help laughing bitterly: "it seems that God doesn't want me to recover my memory!"

Mo Bo comforted him: "don't worry. Everything is possible. Maybe the Qing merchants can catch these merchants from the western regions. Once they catch them, the fragrance of relieving worries may still be on them. Then your memory may be restored."

At Fulai Inn, song Ning sits alone in the Inn room, holding a white jade finger bottle in his hand, and his face changes.

"Jieyouxiang, jieyouxiang, with you, can the memory of Yuanqiu really be restored?"

"Without you, the memory of Yuanqiu will never be restored, right?"

At this time, there was a knock outside the door. He quickly put the jade bottle into his arms and said in a loud voice, "come in."

A middle-aged man in brown pushed the door in and bowed his hand to song Ning, saying, "young man, young man of Shang has sent a lot of people to search the city for the whereabouts of the merchants in the western regions."

Song Ning nodded: "no problem. When they got 150000 gold, they immediately left Nantai county. They didn't stop for a moment. They just started searching now. Naturally, they couldn't find it."

The middle-aged man in Brown was not so optimistic: "young man, you don't know. There are several people in the caravan of the western regions who are very greedy. I'm afraid they will do bad things."

Song Ning said in a deep voice: "this time they were given 300000 gold and 150000 gold in the first autumn. No matter how greedy they are, they should stop."

The middle-aged man in Brown said: "people's greed is endless. Since they can cooperate with us, they can also cooperate with other people. It just depends on who can promise them more benefits."

"What do you mean?" Song Ning raised his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man in brown.

The middle-aged man in brown raised his eyes, and there was a sense of killing in Song Ning's eyes: "if they want to keep a secret forever, they have only one way to go."

Song Ning knew what he meant. If he had been in the past, he would have agreed without hesitation. But now - he is not the song Ning He used to be. He doesn't want to let his hands be stained with blood. He hopes that he is clean and worthy of her.

"No, you should arrange people as soon as possible to secretly escort them away from Nanjun. If necessary, you should stop them from pursuing. You must make sure that they are not overtaken by the people of Qingshang."

The middle-aged man in Brown was helpless. Although he was unwilling, he could not disobey the childe's order. He could only leave the house with a sigh.

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there has never been an airtight wall in this world. Let alone the lax mouth of the living, even the dead sometimes leave behind some rumors for future generations.

Mo Bo is not the refiner of Zengyuan pill. The girl beside him is the real pharmacist of Zengyuan pill. In this way, it will soon spread to all the major sects and ancient families.

Jiang Du was sent back to the Jiang family. He took countless kinds of antidote pills and invited countless famous doctors in the river and lake, but he couldn't cure his itching. Just when they had nothing to do, the 49th day passed, Jiang Du suddenly got better. The itching was no longer painful, and his whole body was relaxed. It was the same as before, except that the scar on the white face was overlapped.

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