The latter's face was light, and he didn't pay attention to him. He just focused on painting.

Min Leng is holding a Langhao pen, looking at a pair of ink in front of him.

A picture of the setting sun falling from the West in his hand is almost finished, and there are only a few strokes left to render and decorate.

This meeting, he is absorbed in painting.

Min Leng had known about Luo Qingtong and nanjiagong before, but he didn't care about the result of these things.

After all, he helped Luo Qingtong because he wanted to attack the palace family.

This meeting Luo Qingtong and south family and palace family's dispute how, he is not interested.

After all, it's impossible for him to get involved.

However, when he was absorbed in the painting, the young man on the other side rushed to him with high spirits and excitement and said, "come on

"Ah Leng, please stop painting."

"Come to Tan's with me."

"I tell you, your leg may be cured!"

His words arrive here, then hurriedly excitedly face min Leng way: "that Tan Mingyi died those family people!"

"You don't know how she did it!"

"She said all the moves, habits and breath of those people!"

"If that's the case, your leg might be cured."

"No matter how bad it is, we can find a way to block the meridians of your legs first."

"At that time, even if you can't use your legs, it's better than now, when there's no movement at all!"

"Ah Leng, your leg may be saved!"

He said here, in an instant, min Leng's pen, which was originally on the sun, suddenly made a mistake, and then on the black outline next to the sun.

In an instant, the dazzling red appeared in the black outline.

And min Leng's eyes, also at this time, fiercely raised, looked at the young man.

"What did you just say?"

His words export, that young man is a face excited and happy way: "I say your leg may have been cured!"

"Ah Leng, let's go to Tan's immediately to see what happened to that Tan Ming!"

"If she can really see through the breath movement and move habits of all the people who have penetrated into her body, even if it's just a little bit, your legs will be saved!"

That man's words export, in an instant, min Leng's Mou Guang Meng of is a MI.

Then, he took a square handkerchief directly, wiped it carefully, threw it on the table and said to the man, "let's go!"

"Let's go to the tan family."

His voice was cold and heavy, with an unprecedented sense of prudence.

…………

When min Leng and others left, they were in the south house on the other side.

Nan Ying is anxiously waiting for the news from the supreme Presbyterian Council.

Her fingernails were deeply stuck on the white wooden pear table in front of her.

At this time, all of a sudden, the people from the South came to the channel in a hurry: "miss!"

"No!"

"Tan Ming turned over in the supreme Presbyterian Council!"

"They have nothing to do with it!"

"But we and the family have suffered a lot!"

At this point, with a click, Nan Ying broke her nails, which were deep in the pear blossom table, and yelled at the messenge