Chapter 675

"What's the matter? Who hurt you?" Han Lin knows which wound widens his eyes and blurts out this sentence unconsciously. The wound on the hand was new, obviously very serious, and the skin and flesh turned out.

Such a wound does not have ten days and a half months is not good, even if it is reluctantly good will leave a deep scar. It's like a brand. It can't be washed away.

Looking at the wound, there are people with pale face and smile, who never speak when they ask about the origin of the wound, but just smile a little. Looking at LAN Ning like this, I think of what the entourage just said.

For a moment, a terrible idea in Han Lin's heart became a string. "You can't..." He tried his best to restore what he saw. This idea became more and more true, and more and more frightening to him.

"If you want to understand, if you want to understand, kneel down for my master. If you can cough, I may not forgive you." There is nothing wrong with the attendant's love for his master. However, his words just now were completely out of the scope of what his followers could say.

"Shut up! Is that what you should sleep for?! Get down on your knees and get punished. If you think highly of you, do something like this for me. Get out of here. " At the beginning, I looked at the man with warmth, but I didn't expect that there was such a side.

Scold to make that follower go down, turn round to face the three brothers and sisters of the Han family, and restore the appearance of a school of calm. "It's my lax discipline. Please forgive me." Then he took out a brocade bag from his hand and handed it to him.

"That's my apology. I'll leave the trouble to my sister." Han Lin takes it over. It seems that the brocade bag is empty and has nothing in it. Gently pinch, there is a sound, probably know what is inside.

And a few words, in the Han Mo almost reduced to freezing point, take immediately ready to kill people, three people finally left there. "Brother Hanlin, you were playing a riddle with Mr. LAN just now. You might as well tell me something."

Three people in accordance with the direction of the map on the carriage, Han Lin peeked at sitting on the ruts of a indifferent Han mo. Think about it and explain all this to Korean in a low voice. Now I'm doing business, just a little gossip on the way.

LAN Ning is really a person with real ability. If he is sincere but divines, it will be true nine times out of ten. However, his ability is innate and has disadvantages. Any ability that is too hot and easy to use needs to pay a price.

This is reflected in LAN Ning's anti addiction. Every time he calculates, he will leave a wound on his body. The size and location of the wound are different, if it is in the middle of the chest, it will be a dead end.

Han Lin explained all this to Korean, Korean probably understood, but there was still doubt in his heart. The first one is the gift for brother Han Lin in the brocade bag. Although things in their own hands, reason told themselves not to open.

Put your hand in your arms and touch a brocade bag left by the man. The silks as smooth as water make Han Linxin soft. It's my brother who is willing to go to the next side and do everything. That man has done it.

LAN Ning has her own rules. She has a certain risk of dying. Not wanting to die so easily, LAN Ning made the decision to live in seclusion. Later, he gave a note to some people who had helped him.

This note is a keepsake. As long as someone comes with it, lanning will promise to do something for me. This time, I don't know if it's really an apology for the poor reception, or if I'm moved by the friend's heart. Lanning gives him another certificate.

"Qian Sangsang, please, you must survive for me!" Thinking of Han Lin, he felt the silk in his hand. At this time, Qian Sangsang has a helpless face. In fact, she is not very clear why things have come to this situation.

The man in black in front of her didn't want to see her look for help. He said something that Qian Sangsang didn't understand, but his eyes didn't move away from the chessboard. As long as one hand, as long as the chess piece down to the middle of the vacant position, on behalf of the win.

But Qian Sangsang helplessly raised his eyes to face the fact that he was trapped. How could he talk about playing chess. Can only be put on one side of the chessboard sit well, let another person holding me two to do chess, in the chessboard fierce fight against the start.

There's nothing wrong with this man's head. Qian Sangsang looked at the man's strange action and was startled by his idea of making a mess. Once again, he raised his eyes to see the man in front of him, and the strange man happened to look into Qian Sangsang's eyes.

Two people looked at each other for a long time, Qian Sangsang was stunned and lowered his head. She just didn't see the disappointment in that person's eyes, but she was deliberately ignored. Which piece of forehead has been touched by a person is slightly hot, itching is not good.

"Give me the chessboard, and I'm tired. I don't want to go any more." Account down, the man slowly looked at money Sangsang left. Qian Sangsang looked at the figure of the man in front of him and said nothing. Who was that man?

Jiangmenyu looks out of the window. The sun is shining. In such a vigorous day, the flowers in the yard are blooming one by one. A burst of if have if have no aroma float to come over, who also can't say clearly oneself smell of exactly is what flavor.These words are the ones Lin Nianchu asked people to take care of, but different from Wei Yuhua, this kind of flower is also in full bloom in the daytime, and it looks pretty good. What's more, flowers can experience extreme heat and cold, and are open all year round.

"The flowers are blooming all the year round. Although they are fresh, they are tired of seeing too much, and they are boring." Jiangmen language got up from the flowers and paced slowly. I don't know what to look at. No matter how well the flowers bloom here, they are not as good as those before.

And similarly, people here are no longer the people they used to be. Lin Nianchu did not know where to get a flute, flute melodious in the ear. The sound of the flute is like complaint. I don't know if I'm talking to anyone or not.

Those who have passed away have indeed passed away. Some scenes of loving each other in the past have long been reduced to black and white. The most pitiful thing is that those happy days can never go back.

Jiangmen language sitting on the small collapse, tightly locked eyebrows, silent. He's very upset now, and he's had this idea since the plan started. Is it right to do so and think so.

Several generations of old love, as the hunting object, have been in a panic. A little sensitive people can feel the momentum of a storm. Jiangmen language with a little spiritual power, aroused a thousand waves.

He was about to leave for a while to relax, but he stopped. Because of his spiritual power, the ground was covered with unheard of flowers.